Ning Chen's face went dark, and his eyes turned vicious. "What did you say? Draw the gu out of me and into Old Feng? That's your way of saving me?"

Xiao Yanxi's willow brows drew together slightly. She wanted Ning Chen cured as much as anyone, but he would never agree to this.

He wasn't even willing to hurt Mu Zhaozhao. How could he hurt Feng Qizheng, who was closer to him than a brother?

Feng Qizheng was stunned too. When he came back to himself, he didn't hesitate for a second. He thumped his chest. "This'll save Ning Chen? No problem. Move the gu out of him and into me.

I can lose my memory completely, but Ning Chen can't.

The eastern frontier hasn't been taken back yet, the Zhaohe Kingdom hasn't been trampled flat, and Nanyue and Xiliang haven't been dealt with. He's still got a lot to do."

Ning Chen's voice was low. "I don't agree... What kind of lousy idea is this?"

Feng Qizheng said, completely serious, "I think it's a pretty good idea... Ning Chen, the Great Xuan can do without me, but it can't do without you."

Ning Chen snapped, "You think the yang gu just makes you lose your memory completely? In the end, you don't just lose all your memories. Your vitality gives out and you die."

Feng Qizheng didn't care in the least. "I know that... Once the yang gu moves into me, I'm not gonna drop dead on the spot, right? It's bound to take a while... So you find a way to save me in the meantime. Problem solved, right?"

Ning Chen's tone was grim. "You think the yang gu is that easy to get rid of? If there were any other way, nobody would've come up with a lousy idea like transferring it.

Bottom line, I don't agree!"

Feng Qizheng scratched his head. "Wasn't there another way? Find somebody whose vitality's stronger than yours... So, move the yang gu into me, and then, since your vitality's stronger than mine, you save me. Problem solved, right?"

Ning Chen froze.