Chapter 159: Jealousy Makes One Unrecognizable

"Don’t move!"

Chen Chuan barked in a low voice, exerting force with his arm to hold her firmly once more, sparing her the embarrassment of tumbling to the ground.

His voice carried an unquestionable severity.

Startled by Chen Chuan’s shout, Su Mengxi actually didn’t dare to move recklessly again.

Since she was a child, when had she ever been scolded like this?

But strangely, this reprimand didn’t make her feel wronged; instead, it gave her a peculiar sense of security.

Chen Chuan frowned slightly and carefully helped her sit down on a nearby stone stool.

His gaze then fell upon her injured thigh.

He saw that her skirt had been sliced open, and on her snow-white skin, an inch-long wound was gushing blood, staining her purple dress red.

He squatted down and, without the slightest hesitation, gently lifted the hem of her skirt at that spot.

"Ah..."

Su Mengxi let out a soft cry of surprise, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

With the skirt lifted, her beautifully contoured, snow-white skin was exposed to the air, along with that striking wound.

This was the first time she had been like this in front of the opposite sex; an intense wave of shame instantly flooded her cheeks, turning even the tips of her ears red.

She instinctively pressed her legs together, but the movement aggravated the wound, causing her to knit her beautiful brows in pain.

However, Chen Chuan’s eyes remained clear, without a trace of lewdness.

His gaze was focused intently on the wound, as if inspecting a flaw on a work of art.

He quickly retrieved a healing Medicinal Pill from his Storage Ring and held it to Su Mengxi’s lips: "Take this to stabilize your Qi and blood."

Su Mengxi instinctively opened her mouth and obediently swallowed the pill.

As the pill entered her stomach, a warm current dissolved, and her churning Qi and blood immediately settled significantly.

Next, Chen Chuan took out fresh water and a clean cloth, washing away the blood around the wound with gentle and professional movements.

His fingertips would occasionally and inevitably touch her skin; every touch made Su Mengxi’s heart skip a beat and her body tense up.

But he never looked away, his expression focused, as if only the wound needing treatment existed in his eyes.

Once the cleaning was done, he took out high-quality Golden Sore Ointment, sprinkled it evenly over the wound, and finally wrapped it carefully with clean gauze.

Throughout the process, his movements were fluid and steady, carrying a reassuring earnestness.

Su Mengxi lowered her head quietly, watching the man before her seriously tending to her wound.

His slightly lowered eyelashes were long, his nose bridge high, and his lips were pressed thin; his handsome profile appeared exceptionally clear under the soft light of the Alchemy room.

His focused expression made it seem as if only this one task remained in the world.

Looking at him, Su Mengxi suddenly felt her heartbeat lose its rhythm.

A strange, tingling sensation quietly spread from the depths of her heart, making her feel flustered yet also... intoxicated.

"What am I thinking..."

She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the messy thoughts in her mind, but her cheeks only grew hotter.

Just then, the commotion from the Alchemy Furnace explosion drew many Disciples who were nearby refining pills or passing by.

As the crowd poured into the Alchemy room, the first thing they saw was this ambiguous scene.

Chen Chuan was squatting in front of Su Mengxi, his hand still lingering on the wound on her snow-white thigh, while Su Mengxi’s face was flushed red and her eyes were dodging away.

That exposed patch of snow-white skin and the elegant lines of her leg made many male Disciples stare blankly, instinctively swallowing their saliva.

"Gulp... Senior Sister Su’s legs..."

"This kid Chen Chuan is really lucky with the ladies!"

"Tsk tsk, no wonder Senior Brother Li couldn’t win her over. It turns out Senior Sister Su likes this type?"

Gazes of envy, jealousy, and insinuation intertwined upon the two of them.

Before long, Li Feiyun, having received the news, also rushed over in a hurry.

When he saw Chen Chuan and Su Mengxi in such a close posture—especially Su Mengxi’s blushing, shy face and her exposed jade-like leg—

He felt a surge of blood rush to his head. His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his fists clenched until they cracked, and his nails nearly dug into his flesh.

His heart roared frantically: "Chen Chuan! You damned piece of trash! How dare you touch my Mengxi! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

However, his remaining logic told him that he must not lose his composure at this moment.

He forcibly suppressed the Killing Intent that was nearly bursting from his body, forced a concerned smile onto his face, and stepped forward quickly:

"Mengxi! Are you alright? I heard the Alchemy room exploded and was worried to death."

He reached out, wanting to help Su Mengxi, but his gaze was like a poisoned blade, viciously glaring at Chen Chuan.

Seeing Li Feiyun, the flush on Su Mengxi’s face faded slightly, and she returned to her usual cold and distant demeanor.

She turned slightly, avoiding Li Feiyun’s outstretched hand, and spoke flatly:

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Li. I am fine, it’s just a superficial wound. Junior Brother Chen Chuan has already treated it for me."

That phrase, ’Junior Brother Chen Chuan has already treated it for me,’ was like a needle driven deep into Li Feiyun’s heart.

His smile froze on his face, and his muscles twitched slightly.

Enduring his rage, he continued to maintain his poise: "Mengxi, your injury isn’t light. Let me take you back to rest."

As he spoke, he tried to step forward again.

"No need."

Su Mengxi refused directly.

Then she turned her gaze toward Chen Chuan.

Those eyes, like autumn waters, were instantly misted over, carrying a bit of weakness and dependence as she pleaded pitifully:

"Junior Brother Chen, I... my legs are still a bit weak. Could I... trouble you to take me back?"

This starkly different attitude, like ice and fire, caused the fake smile on Li Feiyun’s face to shatter completely, his expression turning ashen.

He felt as if the gazes of everyone around him were filled with mockery, as if they were watching a joke of a simp like him.

Chen Chuan took in Li Feiyun’s hideous expression and sneered inwardly.

He had long found this guy disagreeable; now that he had a chance to spite him, why not?

"Of course, no problem, Senior Sister Su," Chen Chuan responded loudly. He then stepped forward and naturally supported Su Mengxi’s arm, saying warmly, "Let’s go. Watch your step."