Chapter 33: No… I Can’t… It Feels Too Good…

“This ointment feels… different this time?”

Feeling the burning warmth spreading through her now-reddened foot, Jiang Jinyue nervously tucked her tail and pressed her legs together.

He Yimo glanced at her and said calmly:

“Relax. This ointment is to suppress the poison’s chaotic flow. The previous one was to numb your nerves.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect Mr. He to carry so many different medicines with him. You’re really reliable…”

Jiang Jinyue wagged her tail nervously, biting her lip as she tried to flatter him.

But the more she acted obedient and sweet, the more He Yimo felt a disconnect between her current demeanor and the image of her in his memories. It felt unreal.

“I told you before—I got lost after visiting the Pill Pavilion last night… These medicines are what I picked up while I was there.”

As He Yimo spun his lie, he realized it conveniently tied back to his earlier story.

He silently praised his own ingenuity while continuing to massage the ointment into her foot.

Jiang Jinyue’s feet were similar to Yuan Xinyao’s—delicate, smooth, and adorably small. However, unlike Yuan Xinyao, Jiang Jinyue’s ankle bore a blood-red tattoo, while Yuan Xinyao’s had golden phoenix feathers.

Moreover…

There was also a blood-red totem mark on the sole of Jiang Jinyue’s foot.

“Why are you staring at my foot so much…”

Jiang Jinyue’s sharp eyes quickly noticed He Yimo’s unusual focus.

She instinctively curled her toes, using one foot to shield the other, unwilling to let him examine them freely.

“……”

He Yimo didn’t respond, only raising an eyebrow slightly.

The fox demon girl, skilled at reading people, immediately remembered the promise she’d made earlier—to behave and cooperate with her treatment.

Biting her lip lightly, she hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to lift her foot again, exposing the soft pink skin of her sole and the blood-red curse mark hidden there for He Yimo to see.

Without hesitation, He Yimo resumed applying ointment to the bottom of her foot.

Blushing deeply, Jiang Jinyue covered her face with her hands. While it wasn’t an intimate area, the sensitivity of her soles—protected by shoes and socks—was far greater than other parts of her body.

After a few moments of rubbing in the ointment, He Yimo set her foot down—

“It’s nothing special. I was just curious. It’s rare to see a totem mark on the sole of someone’s foot.”

“You… even know about demon clan totems?”

Jiang Jinyue pulled her foot back, momentarily forgetting her earlier embarrassment as curiosity filled her gaze. Most people wouldn’t know much about demon clan totems.

Recalling He Yimo’s earlier display of combat prowess and his skilled medical techniques, Jiang Jinyue found it increasingly reasonable that he seemed to know everything—after all, he’d already shown extraordinary abilities.

He Yimo shrugged and explained naturally: “I told you before—my aunt is a demon. So I know a bit about demon clan customs.”

“Does your aunt have no marks like this?”

Jiang Jinyue tilted her head curiously as the conversation shifted.

After a brief hesitation, He Yimo pointed at the center of the mark on Jiang Jinyue’s sole with his finger.

“You mean here?”

It seemed like he was just pointing—but his movements were precise. He gathered faint spiritual energy at his fingertip and injected it into a nerve point at the center of her sole with a quick press.

“Ah—!”

Jiang Jinyue’s body reacted instinctively, twitching slightly.

Her foot arched tightly as her toes curled and stretched repeatedly before she finally recovered from the electric-like tingling sensation that had coursed through her.

“Hey—don’t just poke randomly! That felt so weird!”

Gasping for breath, Jiang Jinyue protested weakly with a hint of pleading in her voice.

She hadn’t noticed He Yimo’s precise acupressure technique—she just couldn’t understand why her feet were so sensitive under his touch! Especially her soles—they were far more sensitive than any other part of her body!

For a moment—she felt like a little fox being toyed with in someone’s hands.

She suspected that in just this short time—He Yimo had completely mapped out every sensitive spot on her legs and feet!

And that was just below the waist—she couldn’t even imagine what it would be like elsewhere!

He Yimo glanced at her and replied seriously:

“I was just curious. My aunt doesn’t have any marks on her soles…”

Jiang Jinyue stared at him silently.

She hadn’t planned on explaining too much to an outsider—but under the ambiguous atmosphere of surviving together—she couldn’t help but smile smugly as she raised her foot playfully in his lap:

“When I was little—the clan elder said I had more totem marks than other little foxes…”

“The elder said—the more marks you have—the more you’re favored by our clan’s guardian deity!”

“So having a mark on my sole means—I’m more blessed by destiny than your aunt!”

She spoke half-jokingly—but her sweet peach blossom eyes hinted at nostalgic memories—leaving He Yimo unsure how much was true or false.

He nodded faintly—it was his first time hearing such a story from Jiang Jinyue—but he wasn’t surprised.

After all—this was the world of Fallen Immortal.

If prophecies could be real—then Jiang Jinyue’s theory about destiny-blessed totems might hold some truth as well.

“So besides your feet—you must have other marks too?”

He Yimo asked curiously without thinking.

Hearing this—Jiang Jinyue instinctively wanted to lift her clothes and show off—but quickly blushed deeply as she realized what she was about to do.

Pouting slightly—the fox demon girl huffed indignantly:

“You just want an excuse to take advantage of me!”

“I don’t! I’m a gentleman—I was just curious.”

“Yeah right! Why don’t you ask your aunt the same thing?”

“Who says I haven’t?”

He Yimo replied naturally without hesitation.

This caught Jiang Jinyue off guard—her eyes blinking in surprise.

Thinking about where some of her own totems were located—her face turned redder as she stammered: “D-did your aunt actually show you?”

“Nope. She said she’d report me to my dad instead…”

Sighing dramatically—He Yimo added: “I ended up washing her feet for a week before she forgave me.”

“Pfft haha~ So even you get bullied sometimes!”

Distracted by his casual storytelling—Jiang Jinyue couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

But just as she let down her guard—He Yimo swiftly bent his finger and pressed firmly against the cursed mark on her sole once more.

“Ah—!”

Her laughter stopped abruptly as she tensed up again instinctively.

Struggling to pull away from his grasp—she found herself unable to escape as He Yimo held onto her small foot tightly—taking full advantage of her momentary lapse in vigilance.

“It hurts—it hurts…”

The sharp pain left Jiang Jinyue speechless—her body limp and powerless against him. All she could do was let out soft whimpers of protest.

Holding her ankle firmly—He Yimo continued applying pressure while channeling spiritual energy into the nerve points beneath the cursed mark on her sole—gradually unblocking all the meridians in her foot.

“Ahhh—!”

For a brief moment—Jiang Jinyue let out an involuntary cry of surprise.

Her head tilted back slightly as her eyes glazed over—as if something had pierced through to her very soul…

The spiritual energy coursing through her felt like an electrifying current—starting from the cursed mark on her sole before shooting up through every meridian in her body—even clearing the fog clouding her once-pained peach blossom eyes…

“It’s done—I’ve unblocked all your meridians.”

“Now I’ll keep channeling spiritual energy into your sole until all traces of poison are expelled…”

Switching tones seamlessly—He Yimo spoke matter-of-factly as he continued working diligently on Jiang Jinyue’s foot…

Beads of sweat formed on Jiang Jinyue’s forehead as she struggled to process everything that had just happened—but as warmth began spreading through her foot—a sense of relief washed over her…

Looking down at He Yimo diligently channeling energy into the cursed mark on her sole—she couldn’t help but feel conflicted…

Gradually—a dark liquid began seeping out from beneath the cursed mark…

As it dripped down He Yimo’s fingers—it sizzled faintly upon contact with air…

Though outwardly composed—it was clear from his clenched jaw that He Yimo was enduring significant pain while expelling the poison…

Finally—as the dark liquid turned crimson—the process came to an end…

“It’s done—the poison is gone…”

“But don’t move yet—I need to seal this acupoint properly—or it won’t close up.”

He explained calmly.

“What happens if it doesn’t close?”

Curious yet apprehensive—Jiang Jinyue tilted her head slightly.

“If left open—it could become a weak point. Any enemy targeting your sole could channel energy directly into your bone marrow or soul core…”

“Then hurry up and seal it!”

The fox demon girl exclaimed nervously—curling her toes instinctively as if trying to protect herself…

“Relax—a weak point can be sealed just as easily as it can be opened.”

“And honestly—who would even think of targeting your feet in battle?”

Seeing how tense she was—He Yimo chuckled softly before resuming his work…

As he carefully massaged spiritual energy into the cursed mark—the fox demon girl gradually relaxed under his touch…

Unknowingly—a sense of comfort began spreading through Jiang Jinyue…

From start to finish—He Yimo had expertly distracted her from focusing on any discomfort during treatment… By the time she realized what had happened—it was already over…

“Thank you…”

Blushing slightly—she murmured softly while watching him work…

Her delicate foot twitched nervously in his lap—as if unsure how else to respond…

Without looking up—He Yimo continued drawing intricate seals over the cursed mark…

After a moment of silence—he pressed down gently on its center before asking:

“How does it feel?”

“It tickles… but also feels warm… It’s really comfortable…”

“Good—that means the seal worked perfectly.”

Smiling faintly—He Yimo gave her reddened foot a gentle squeeze before declaring:

“You’re all set—the treatment is complete.”