Daiyu

Sheng Zhen sat beside the girl, as Skyword leisurely floated in front of him.

"Tell me about this girl.", he ordered the book.

Without any change, the book opened but all he could see was incomprehension squiggles. He could not make out anything written in it.

Sheng Zhen sighed, cursing once again his lack of ability to comprehend the Sky Script. As of now, Sheng Zhen could only use Skyword to know anything that was ever put in written format, which in itself was very terrifying but in front of the ability to comprehend every secret in the existence, it was nothing.

But aside from anything that was ever put in writing, everything else came out written in Sky script, the language of Heaven, Forerunners, and Primordials. The first language right after the cosmos was formed, Sky script is an incredibly profound script that meant writing with intent rather than words. To read it, the intent behind the symbols needed to be comprehended. But doing that is so difficult, very difficult. So much so that there won't be more than a handful of people who could adequately read the Sky scripts in the entire cosmos.

'No,' Sheng Zhen stopped, thinking of a time when he Did read the Sky script, 'During my tribulation, Skyword directly told me it was Heavenly Tribulation. I should not have been able to read it but I did.'

Before tribulations, when the sky became overcast, he asked the Skyword what it was and it replied to him, directly telling him it was Heavenly Tribulation. For all intent and purpose, he should not be able to read it, but he did.

"Why was it that I understood Sky script on that day?," he asked the Skyword, only to once again be met with incomprehensible lines. Sighing, he just gave up and turned his attention back to the girl laying on his bed.

Closing the Skyword, he pondered over what to do with the girl. She was weak and scared, not to mention ill. Pill poisoning was not something that could be cured easily, especially not by a Rank 2 alchemist like Sheng Zhen.

So he could only wait for her to wake up. Unfortunately, it was late in the evening when she finally started to stir.

Sheng Zhen immediately detected the stirring and looked up from the Alchemy tome he was reading, absently dismissing it.

She opened her eyes and turned to look at Sheng Zhen, "You...that boy."

"Alright, take it easy. You are safe here", He tried to keep her calm.

Looking around he recognized the room and tried to get up, only for Sheng Zhen to gently held her down, "You are very ill, rest now. I will bring some warm porridge."

Saying that Sheng Zhen left and returned with warm porridge after few minutes. He was not at the level of cultivation where he could just survive by eating air and drinking dew so his mother had packed quite some food in his spatial ring.

Although he had to use the Spirit lamp in the Alchemy Workshop for making the porridge, something a lot of alchemists would have taken as an insult. There is nothing an alchemist hates more than having their alchemy compared to cooking.

'Where am I supposed to cook if there is no kitchen here. Good thing I am not like the most Alchemists of I would have starved to death.', Sheng mused while serving the warm porridge to the girl.

The girl looked at with some suspicion and lifted to her head to look at Sheng Zhen. Perhaps due to his sincere look or his young age, the girl decided to eat the porridge made by Sheng Zhen despite being force-fed pills many times by strangers here.

After taking a spoonful of porridge, some redness returned to her sickly pale face. Sheng Zhen had sprinkled some powdered flawless grade Qi Supplementing pills in the porridge to help her condition a little bit. Feeling the effect, the girl started eating the porridge with renewed vigor.

Before long the bowl was laying on the bedside, empty.

"Where am I?"

"You don't remember what happened?"

"No, just some old bastard, he just waved his hand and I could not even move. Then he fed me some black beads and threw me in the corner", She spoke, her voice filled with venom. But the way she almost curled into herself, she was scared even if she was trying to hide it in front of a child.

Sheng Zhen looked at the trembling girl but did not call her out on her fear.

"What can I call you by?", Sheng Zhen asked, changing the topic.

"Daiyu, my name is Daiyu."