Nine Yang Sword Saint Chapter 269

If Yang Dingtian didn't wish to die, the only method was to resuscitate Dongfang Bingling.

This world was truly odd. Previously, Dongfang Bingling was Yang Dingtian's enemy, who he was going to contest for the Mystic Flame. But to Yang Dingtian now, she was his greatest savior.

“Master, is there any method that can allow Dongfang Bingling to defrost and wake up in the shortest possible time?” Yang Dingtian asked.

Dongfang Niemie was in silence.

“Master, is it possible with the holy water?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“The holy water wouldn't work.” Dongfang Niemie said, “The holy water might be able to revive the dead, but Dongfang Bingling isn't dead. She isn't even injured, she is just icebound.”

“Then are there other methods? It doesn't matter what kind of method.” Yang Dingtian said, “Be it righteous or evil, anything. If Dongfang Bingling doesn't wake up sooner, both of us are dead for sure.”

Dongfang Niemie was still in silence.

But this silence had allowed Yang Dingtian to have a trace of hope.

“Master, you still have a method, right?” Yang Dingtian stated, “The method doesn't matter. Please say it.”

Dongfang Niemie sighed and said, “There is one method, but I don't know if it is going to work. Because I have never encountered such a situation and it is a theoretical method.”

Immediately after, Dongfang Niemie started to explain, “Transferring mystic qi or lying on the crystal to absorb the fire energy are all acting from the outside. We have estimated that by using this crystal, it would need at least a month.” Dongfang Niemie said, “If we are to defrost from the inside to outside, the speed might be a little faster.”

“How do we do it from the inside to outside?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“Child, you have the Nine Yang Mystic Meridians, and it possesses very special energy. Hence, I am thinking of pouring your blood into Dongfang Bingling's body directly. It might be effective.”

Dongfang Niemie then said, “Do you remember the Terror Manor? Zhao Mu's body was inflicted with some cold poison that ruined his cultivation. But you merely used a little of your blood to eliminate the cold poison in his body completely. This is because of your Nine Yang Mystic Meridians that gave your blood special energy. Just a little bit of it was enough to reform Zhao Mu's blood. It is just like a seed that turns from one into two, and two into four. Finally, it completely reformed Zhao Mu's blood, giving it fiery energy. Zhao Mu then used his reformed blood to expel the cold poison from his body.”

“But…” Dongfang Niemie carried on speaking, “Dongfang Bingling is totally different from Zhao Mu as he originally has fire attribute meridians and when your Nine Yang Mystic Meridians entered his body, it was very easy to reform his blood. But Dongfang Bingling has ice attribute meridians and is far superior to Zhao Mu. In this world, her meridian talent might just be inferior to you. Therefore, when your blood enters her body, it will definitely cause a drastic rejection, and I do not dare to imagine the consequences of the rejection. Most importantly, Dongfang Bingling's meridians talent is just inferior to you, how much blood do you need to provide for her to awaken? Would your blood of nine yang erode her cultivation after entering her body? All of these are still unknown.”

After the explanation, Dongfang Niemie went back into silence.

Yang Dingtian was also in silence.

That's right; it was very reasonable why Dongfang Niemie didn't speak of this method.

Furthermore, this method had never been tested, and it was only in theory. The consequences of this method were truly shocking, and most importantly, it was unknown if it would even work.

Time continued to elapse minute by minute.

Yang Dingtian was sitting beside Dongfang Bingling. There were just 20 hours before the Mystic Flame was about to bloom.

Right now, Dugu Fengwu had yet to return, but she would return eventually.

Hence, as the time elapsed by one second, Yang Dingtian was closer to death by one second.

It was very easy to attempt to resuscitate Dongfang Bingling as he simply had to transfer his blood. But the consequences were too shocking, and the chances of success were truly too low..

Yang Dingtian was caught in a life and death gamble.

He had to gamble again. Even though he disliked having to gamble, reality had constantly been forcing him to do so.

On the choice to his left, if he didn't do anything and waited here, he was betting that Dugu Fengwu wouldn't be able to obtain the thousand-year fire attribute demon core. If she weren't able to get the demon core, they wouldn't have any method to cross the 1,000-meter unfreezing water, and Yang Dingtian would be able to keep his life temporarily.

But, seeing how confident Qin Huaiyu and Gudu Wuhuan were, it was very unlikely for Dugu Fengwu to fail in exchange for the demon core.

Furthermore, even if they obtain the demon core, Yang Dingtian might still be killed by them.

During the blooming of the Mystic Flame, it was hard to say if this 1,000-meter of unfreezing water would exist. According to what Ba Bi said, when the Mystic Flame bloomed, a mountain would emerge from the lake, and it was half fire, half ice.

Even if the unfreezing water still existed, when Qin Huaiyu or one of them refined the Mystic Flame, they wouldn't be afraid of the unfreezing water and would be able to cross it with ease. By then, Yang Dingtian would still be killed.

On the choice to his right, Yang Dingtian would have to pour his blood into Dongfang Bingling's body.

But according to what Yang Dingtian reckoned, the success rate was less than 10%, and the consequences were so dreadful that they were unimaginable.

But, since Yang Dingtian arrived in this world, he had gone through countless gambles, and none of them had a success rate that was higher than 10%. Every gamble was a narrow escape with his life on the line. Once he lost, he would die.

It was unknown if Yang Dingtian was blessed by the heavens or if he was fearless of death. He had never lost in the gamble of life and death, hence the reason he was still alive.

Even though all of his gambles had a success rate that was less than 10%, he had won every single time.

Then, what about this time?

Time continued to elapse.

There were just 19 hours before the blooming of the Mystic Flame.

18 hours!

17 hours!

The time that was left for Yang Dingtian was not a lot.

Dugu Fengwu was going to return at any moment.

Yang Dingtian stared closely at Dongfang Bingling's beautiful face. The ice had already receded to her nose, but this speed was truly slower than a snail.

Yang Dingtian's breaths were getting abnormal, and his heart was racing with increasing speed.

If it were in the past, he might have already made a decision long ago. But ten hours had passed, and he was still undecided.

Because the decision this time didn't just involve him, it involved him and Dongfang Bingling.

Dongfang Niemie didn't say a word and gave all the deciding rights to Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian's heart was racing so quickly that it had started to ache. His breaths were so abnormal that he was almost unable to breathe.

“Let's do it…” Suddenly Yang Dingtian struck out a fist.

Immediately after, he stared at Dongfang Bingling, “Junior sister, this is the first time I called you junior sister after we fell out. This time, I shall make the decision on behalf of you.”

“Master, I have decided.” Yang Dingtian said, “I will use my blood to wake Dongfang Bingling up. No matter the consequence, I will bear it. Even if Dongfang Bingling is to kill me as soon as she wakes up, I will admit my fate.

Dongfang Niemie said, “No matter what decision you make. Master will support you.”

Once the decision was made, Yang Dingtian prepared everything.

The things to prepare were very simple, just one jade pipe.

He helped Dongfang Bingling into a cross-legged sitting position while he sat opposite of her.

He then pierced one end of the jade pipe into the vein at Dongfang Bingling's wrist. Right now, Dongfang Bingling's blood was in stasis and wasn't flowing. In fact, it was completely frozen.

Instantly, the hope in Yang Dingtian's heart had dropped further.

However, since the decision had been made, no matter what happened, it still had to be carried on.

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and took the other end of the jade pipe to pierce into the veins on his wrist.

Yang Dingtian's blood was undoubtedly surging with power. After the blood veins were pierced through, fresh blood immediately rushed into the jade pipe and towards Dongfang Bingling's vein.

Chapter end