Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2720 - 2656: Fighting Side by Side

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Previously on Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s...
Meng Xinian and Wei Yixi are ambushed and find themselves trapped in a dangerous, hostile territory. After a full day and night of intense fighting and evading enemies, they are exhausted, severely dehydrated, and low on ammunition. As the enemy closes in, Meng Xinian offers Wei Yixi a drink from a small bottle, claiming it is poison.
Meng Xinian cast a sideways glance at him before extending his hand. Wei Yixi met his gaze and took it. With a strong pull, Meng Xinian yanked him to his feet. "You can still walk, can't you?" Wei Yixi's foot had sustained a minor injury the previous night when a flying stone struck his calf as he was running. For cultivators like them, such a slight wound would normally be insignificant. However, combined with other injuries and the exhaustion from a full day and night without sustenance or rest, this seemingly minor injury could become a critical disadvantage. "I might not be any slower than you if we had to run," Wei Yixi stated, though he was uncertain himself due to the persistent ache in his calf throughout the night. Yet, upon standing, he discovered the pain had vanished! Furthermore, he keenly felt that his stamina had significantly rebounded. He had initially assumed that rising again would require immense willpower; now, he realized his body and energy were fully capable without needing such a strenuous mental effort. Wei Yixi, not one to overlook such a phenomenon, immediately recalled the small sip of water he had just consumed. What was that liquid? Why did it possess such potent restorative properties? And more importantly, why hadn't Meng Xinian offered it sooner? He understood, however, that this was hardly the time for inquiries. "Move," Meng Xinian commanded, already launching himself forward with the silent swiftness of a leopard. Wei Yixi did not question the direction, trusting implicitly in Meng Xinian's judgment and capabilities, especially after a day and night of fighting and surviving side-by-side, which had forged a substantial bond of unspoken understanding between them. He quickly followed suit. Meanwhile, Jiang Xiao had spent the night within her mystical Space. Before resting, she had diligently sketched numerous Talisman Diagrams, creating a variety of them. She had discovered that the act of drawing Talisman Diagrams served as a powerful calming agent, especially when her worries about Meng Xinian made sleep elusive. Upon waking, her immediate thoughts turned to the day's tasks. After a quick wash, she headed out, as she was scheduled to see Ding Fu and his son off at the train station today. Ding Fu was extremely eager to depart for D State; even if Ding Haijing harbored reservations, he felt too embarrassed to prolong their stay any further. Observing the considerable provisions Jiang Xiao had packed for their journey, Ding Haijing's expression darkened with a mixture of exasperation and surprise. "My goodness, where do you get all these things from? I've never actually seen you go out shopping, yet every time you produce items, it's always in such large bags and bundles." Jiang Xiao inwardly winced, thinking to herself that much of this was sourced from her Space and required no conventional shopping. "As the proprietor of a workshop and a teahouse, it's natural for me to have gifts on hand. Besides, I possess a significant quantity of items stored at home, things I acquired previously," she explained. "Miss, you really don't need to prepare so much for us," Ding Fu said earnestly. "Uncle Xiao Fu, please just accept them. Aren't you returning to the village as well? You'll undoubtedly encounter old acquaintances there. Moreover, the majority of these provisions are intended for your own consumption. When the time comes, simply ration them and enjoy a little each day. I truly have little else of substantial value to offer; it's primarily food items." "Thank you, Miss," Ding Fu replied gratefully. Ding Haijing let out a helpless sigh from the side. His father, it seemed, was unyielding in his old-fashioned forms of address, still clinging to such respectful terms. 'Miss' – he would likely address the Sixth Young Master as 'Young Master' as well once they met. Still, if his father found comfort in it, then so be it. "Old Ding..." Jiang Xiao began, intending to clarify a few matters. The moment she uttered "Old Ding," Ding Fu paused momentarily and turned to look at her. 'Old Ding?' Was she addressing him? Jiang Xiao felt an immediate awkwardness creep in. "Dad, she's speaking to me," Ding Haijing interjected, finding the situation rather amusing. "I asked her to call me 'ge,' but she refused."