The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 8.2

Ning Yao felt both angry and a bit guilty. She didn’t know how much suffering he had endured at Fengxie Dao Sect. He must have deep psychological scars, and in her anxiety, she had grabbed his hand. He didn’t even dare to move.

She calmly released his wrist: “If that’s the case, you shouldn’t refuse to restore your appearance. The ones who did wrong are the ones who forced others. Why should you bear the cost for them?”

She continued with more explanation: “Just because you’re handsome and others want to bully you, so you destroy your face? That won’t make bad people feel guilty; it will only encourage them to bully you more. The knife should be aimed outward, directly striking them so they won’t dare to have bad thoughts again. That’s how you protect yourself.”

Feng Jingzhuo gave a faint smile, but it looked sad: “But I don’t have such abilities.”

Ning Yao said, “You don’t have those abilities because those bad people took your dragon marrow, preventing you from gathering spiritual energy and cultivating. Once you get your dragon marrow back, you’ll be able to cultivate just as well as them.”

Even though it was meant to be comforting, Feng Jingzhuo felt warmth in his heart. Though he knew it was impossible, he still said, “Thank you, Mountain Master. I will definitely practice diligently.”

Ning Yao smiled at him: “But you can’t just rely on cultivation to get dragon marrow. When your body is a little stronger, I’ll let you eat the special mushrooms from Luoxiang Mountain. Your dragon marrow will regenerate.”

Feng Jingzhuo was stunned.

The special mushrooms from Luoxiang Mountain, could it be…?

He hesitated: “Do you mean… the Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb?”

Ning Yao was surprised: “You know about it?”

Of course, he knew. The Nine Yin Cold Spirit Herb is like a mushroom. It was a rare treasure of Luoxiang Mountain; only one could be found every ten thousand years. It could revive the dead, restore bones, and increase cultivation for thousands of years. It was a miraculous treasure that was sought after by many.

Feng Jingzhuo was dumbfounded: “Why would the Mountain Master give it to me? Isn’t that a waste…”

Ning Yao said, “It’s for you, of course.”

She blushed slightly, scratching her head, and smiled: “Well… it’s going to expire if not used anyway.”

Feng Jingzhuo asked, “It can expire? ”

Ning Yao nodded: “Yes, really. The Nine Yin Cold Spirit Mushroom is most effective during a certain period. If not used, it slowly loses its moisture and shrivels up, eventually becoming no different from an ordinary mushroom. The only difference is it smells better when cooked.”

Feng Jingzhuo was silent for a moment, then said, “If that’s the case, the Mountain Master can use it or give it to other clan members.”

Ning Yao sat up straight: “But we’re all fine. You’re the one who needs it. It’s perfect timing, your dragon marrow is gone, so it’s just what you need. If I don’t give it to you, who should I give it to?”

Feng Jingzhuo didn’t know what to say. He had seen her authoritative and clever side, but in this matter, she had no selfish motives and seemed as innocent as a child. Such a precious treasure, she would give it to whoever needed it most.

She treated all life equally, and it was true equality.

After a long silence, he said hoarsely: “Mountain Master’s kindness, I will repay you with my life.”

Ning Yao laughed: “Ah, don’t say such things. You don’t need to die a hundred times, once is enough,” she said, laughing as she picked up the bowl of medicine, “Now you can take the medicine, right? Hmm… I have to admit, the medicine Ning Yuzhu made smells quite good, like black sesame.”

She was a bit hungry too, so she decided to try a spoonful. Since it was for skincare, there was no harm in tasting it. She said to Feng Jingzhuo, “I’ll try it too.”

She used a small silver spoon, lifted a spoonful, and tilted her head to open her mouth. The paste slid down, tasting just like black sesame. It melted quickly in her mouth, and she said, “It’s actually pretty good… you can have it.”

Seeing that Ning Yao liked it, Feng Jingzhuo said, “If you’re hungry, you can finish it all.”

“No, no, this is for you,” she said, looking around. “But… sharing a little shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

She grabbed a teacup, scooped a few spoonfuls with the small silver spoon, and handed the bowl and spoon to Feng Jingzhuo: “Here, you take this.”

It was easy to pour since it was a thick paste. Ning Yao drank from her teacup, thinking she would ask Ning Yuzhu to prepare some for her too—it tasted great and was good for her skin.

After savoring it, Ning Yao motioned for Feng Jingzhuo: “Hurry up and eat.”

Feng Jingzhuo, seeing her so happy, didn’t insist anymore. He smiled slightly and started eating slowly.

He ate very gracefully, unlike Ning Yao, whose lips were covered in the gray paste. She was about to wipe it off when Ning Yuzhu’s head suddenly appeared at the door: “How’s the medicine I made? It’s been a while, hasn’t it worked immediately? I spent so much time on it, it should be working wonders, right?”

Feng Jingzhuo turned to look.

Ning Yao, still with the paste on her lips, turned to look at him.

At the sight of them, Ning Yuzhu almost collapsed: “Ning Yao! What is wrong with you?! That’s an external ointment! You two ate it? Are you both that hungry?”