Transmigration with Cheat Codes Chapter 45.2: Wind Quenching Lingering Flame

For a while, no one spoke in the room. The charcoal fire in the censer emitted crackling sounds, blending with the wind and snow outside into a harmonious symphony.

Meng Jintang noticed that downy snowflakes were falling gently, and it had been snowing for quite some time. The winter night's snow acted like a white curtain, gradually enveloping the entire Nanjia Fort.

Early morning.

Most martial arts experts with profound internal skills tended to require less sleep. Meng Jintang got up early in the morning, peering outside through the window. She noticed that the snow had stopped, and the evergreen shrubs, vibrant green just yesterday, were now covered in a thick layer of snow.

In the small courtyard where she lived, there were three separate houses. Besides the main residence where she lived, the other two were assigned to Chang Jiuhui, Zuo Lingqiu, Wan Wangde, and Chen Shen.

Among them, Chang Jiuhui shared a house with Zuo Lingqiu, while Wan Wangde shared a house with Chen Shen. Although no one explicitly stated it, they all knew it was to avoid suspicion since Zuo Lingqiu and Wan Wangde had a close relationship.

Wan Wangde had expressed some concern once, wondering if it might be a bit dangerous for Meng Jintang, being a young lady living in a separate house. After pondering for a moment, she replied candidly, "That depends on who you're asking."

Wan Wangde was speechless.

Seemingly understanding something, Wan Wangde turned his head and silently glanced at his martial uncle.

Zuo Lingqiu said, "I believe Miss Meng is highly skilled in martial arts. Even if some petty individuals come at night, there's surely nothing to fear."

Meng Jintang might appear frail, but her inner strength was profound. Among the younger generation, she was considered a top-notch martial artist.

Zuo Lingqiu secretly pondered this and felt that, with his own skills, if he were to face her in a confrontation, the odds of losing were higher than that of winning.

Chen Shen, who shared the room with Wan Wangde, didn't know when his senior sister got up. Even before dawn, he rose, boiled hot water for Meng Jintang to use, and then began meditation and breathing exercises.

Wan Wangde noticed this and nodded inwardly—Chen Shen's diligence in martial arts practice indicated that the Hanshan Sect must have a systematic approach to instructing its disciples.

Not long after, the lights in the main house were on, accompanied by the faint sound of coughing. Chen Shen placed the medicines prescribed by Chang Jiuhui and his senior sister on the stove for brewing.

Although he had only recently reached a basic level of proficiency in pharmaceuticals, the doctors had prepared the necessary medicinal ingredients a day in advance, significantly reducing the difficulty of the brewing process.

Feeling hungry, Wan Wangde struggled for a moment between continuing to sleep and getting up to eat. Ultimately, he decided to fill his stomach first.

As he walked out of the room, he didn't see any servants in the fort but noticed Meng Jintang sitting under the porch, sipping medicine while enjoying the snowfall.

Wan Wangde greeted first and then asked, "Why are the people from Nanjia Fort not bringing meals today?"

He looked at Meng Jintang and felt that she didn't seem like someone who would join others in the hall for a meal.

Meng Jintang replied, "I told them not to bother yesterday."

Wan Wangde paused slightly. "Could it be that the young lady has long sensed that something is amiss within the fortress?"

He surmised that the other party must have detected the presence of malevolent individuals within Nanjia Fort. In order to prevent outsiders from seizing the opportunity to spy, she declined the service of the servants.

Meng Jintang shook her head honestly, "At that time, the medicine was so bitter that even if a whole table of food was brought, it would be difficult to swallow. Why waste food?"

Wan Wangde said, "Ah, I see."

Even though the snow had already stopped, the wind continued to intermittently blow. Seeing that Meng Jintang hesitated to enter the house, Chen Shen took a felt blanket for her.

Observing the scene, Chang Jiuhui, who had just risen, casually remarked, "Young lady, don't just sit there. Get up and stretch a bit."

Wan Wangde, guided by common sense, concurred, "Move around a bit. After some physical activity, your blood circulation may improve, and you might not feel as cold."

Chang Jiuhui shook his head. "It's not really related to blood circulation. Given her current condition, even if she moves around, she'll still feel cold the same way."

Zuo Lingqiu, who was conducting morning exercises in the courtyard, also nodded in agreement.

Wan Wangde was speechless.

As someone unfamiliar with medical knowledge, he shouldn't have spoken casually.

Meng Jintang accepted Chang Jiuhui's suggestion. She slowly stood up and asked Chen Shen to fetch a ceramic jar, hoping to collect some snow from the plum blossoms while taking a stroll outside.

As a member of the Wan family, Wan Wangde was no stranger to various refined activities, especially those that involved spending money. He inquired, "Are you planning to collect the snow for making tea?"

Meng Jintang smiled, "I'm thinking of making a few Frost-Cover Pills."

Wan Wangde, curious, asked, "May I inquire about the nature of Frost-Cover Pills? The name sounds quite elegant."

Meng Jintang replied, "It's a type of cold poison."

Wan Wangde was speechless again.

Observing the young lady's particular fondness for concocting cold poisons, it suggested that perhaps the reason her health was not robust was a consequence of her own excessive efforts.

Different types of water could affect the properties of medicines, and since frost and snow-related materials were more prevalent in the autumn and winter seasons, Meng Jintang took the opportunity to collect a bit more. This way, she would have had sufficient resources when needed later on.

Meng Jintang looked up at the accumulated snow on the trees around her and suddenly smiled. "After collecting the snow, we can eat barbeque later."

Wan Wangde was puzzled. "Wasn't Miss Meng not inclined to eat because of the bitterness of the medicine?"

Meng Jintang sighed. "I initially thought so too, but appetite can strike unexpectedly. I had to adjust my plans on the spur of the moment."

Left Lingqiu offered a piece of advice, "Consuming greasy food early in the morning isn't good for the body."

Meng Jintang laughed. "Whether my health is good or not doesn't hinge on those two bites of meat."

Left Lingqiu nodded. "Miss Meng's words make sense..."

For someone whose health was not severely compromised, others would offer advice on maintenance. However, in Meng Jintang's situation, most people automatically would switch to a ‘eat and drink whatever you feel like’ end-of-life care mode.

Meng Jintang had originally intended to send her junior disciple to the hall for meals and socializing with guests from other sects.

However, considering the higher-than-expected level of danger within Nanjia Fort, she abandoned this arrangement and let Chen Shen stay by her side.

After some thought, Chen Shen advised, "Considering the current weather, it might snow again later. Senior Sister, you might want to put on an extra layer of clothing."

Meng Jintang nodded slightly.

Wan Wangde initially thought Chen Shen would fetch a straw cloak for Meng Jintang before going out. However, to his surprise, Chen Shen went inside and brought back a light and warm fur coat.

The fur coat had a cold and elegant luster, and its chilly color was compelling. For players familiar with the gaming forums, it was evident that Meng Jintang had been having good luck with opening gift boxes recently.

The fur coat was made from bird feathers, incorporating the tail feathers of the white peacock. Therefore, it was relatively waterproof. In weather conditions that weren't too severe, it could be used as a raincoat.

Wan Wangde was speechless.

He initially thought that his own lifestyle was quite luxurious, but after estimating the cost of the young lady's attire based on professional habits, Wan Wangde felt that, in comparison, Meng Jintang seemed more like an offspring of the wealthy Wan family, which was renowned throughout the world.

As for the Hanshan Sect, a name he had just heard for the first time, he couldn't help but be a bit curious and respectful.