Chapter 6- A new Life (1)

Chen Qing Yan's eyes fluttered open, "FATHER!" was the first thing she screamed when she woke up, causing a few roosting birds to fly from the trees they were resting in. Qing Yan looked around in panic, to find that she was in a forest, tears flowed down her eyes as she felt fear, confusion and despair, as far as she knows her father could be dead and she was in a place she had never been to before, it was too much to take in at once for a girl that had lived a peaceful life in a small village.

suddenly she heard a cough, she turned to the area where she heard the sound, her eyes focused on a figure that was slumped against a tree, she had not noticed him when she first woke up because she was too panicked to notice anything in detail, much less an un-moving object that was covered by the shade of the tree.

She slowly walked over, she saw a youth about 17 in age, he was half naked, exposing his finely tuned muscles, to any girl it would have been an mouth watering sight, except for the fact that his body was covered in burn marks. Qing Yan couldn't see the face of the youth because of his hair covering it. She carefully brushed the hair away, revealing a handsome face, she gasped as she saw how familiar the youth was to her best friend Ye Zheng.

The grief of her father was momentarily forgotten as she remembered the friend she had that had died because of her. she placed her hand of the youth's face, but withdrew immediately because the youth's skin was hot and had given her a slight burn on the finger tips . Qing Yan put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it.

The pain from the burn was enough to wake Qing Yan from her grief and allow her to think more articulately, she didn't remember seeing this person the previous night, despite it being nighttime, Qing Yan clearly saw the faces of everyone present the previous night, every one of the young masters burned into her mind.

The only reason she could think of that explained where she is and who this youth was, was that the youth saved her and got himself injured in the process.

Qing Yan made up her mind, she stood up and looked around for a herb, it was a herb that helped burns heal faster, it was a local remedy that her village had discovered, and taught from mother to daughter. Her eyes brightened as she found the herb, she plucked it from the ground and put it into her mouth, then proceeded to chew it.

she then ripped a off a part of her clothes, it wasn't that difficult for her to rip it off, she was at the 3rd stage of body tempering after all. She carefully took out the chewed herb from her mouth and spread it on the cloth, she then walked back to the youth and put it on his most serious burn, which was on his abdomen.

A sizzling sound could be hear as the slightly moist herb cloth was put onto the youth's body.

Qing Yan bit her lips as the heat burnt her again, but she continued to apply the herb and repeated this process until all burns that were significant were covered. she then walked further out to find a water source, to her luck, there was one near, she picked up twigs from the ground and began to make a basket from it.

It was a skill that she learnt from her mother, to help dry fruit in the sun so they have extra food for the winter. She spent a few hours carefully weaving this basket, when she was done, she filled it with water from a small pond that she had found not far from where she woke up.

she carefully carried the basket back to where the youth was, she once again tore bits of her clothes and dipped it into the cold pond water, once she confirmed it was moist but not dripping, she placed it on the youth's head, like one would do if they were suffering from a fever.

She proceeded to do so for many hours until she fell asleep next to the youth from exhaustion

Ye Zheng's eyes twitched as he woke up, he had become unconscious due to the pain he felt after letting Patriarch Lotus posses him, when he was unconscious he felt like he was having a fever, his dream hazy and his body very hot, he dreamed, in his dream he was back in his old world, back in his room inside of the guild of assassins, he was suffering because of a fever that he got as a result of a miscalculation during one of his missions, and was poisoned, back then he was just a low ranking assassin that no one cared about, no except for one girl.

The girl spent nights nursing him back to health, at the time he felt true happiness, every time the gentle hands placed the wet and slightly cold cloth on his head, every time the pair of hands would gently massage his bruised body.

He dreamt of the day when he confessed his love to the girl, and when she accepted him, when their body intertwined under the bed sheets the night they secretly married, but then he dreamt of when he felt the coldness of a hidden blade, that he was all to familiar with using, he dreamt of when he lay on the cold stone floor ,looking at the woman he loved lock lips with another man, he remembered the rage, the despair he felt as the life slipped out of him. The bitterness woke him.