Inside Nine Poison Palace, in an area resembling a martial arts field, Elder Wei and Jiang Xie sat cross-legged, surrounded by thick, eerie clouds of fog.
This was Poison Cloud.
One of Nine Poison Palace’s nine great poisons.
Its toxicity was more than ten times stronger than the miasma outside.
When Poison Cloud was first created, it was only effective against Martial Master level, but through Nine Poison Palace’s successive generations of research, the toxicity became increasingly fierce.
See.
Martial Emperor-level Elder Wei and Jiang Xie had already been poisoned.
Although they could suppress it with spiritual energy, they couldn’t move carelessly or freely unleash their cultivation, otherwise the poison’s erosion would accelerate.
This… was very embarrassing.
Actually, the two had been extremely careful and cautious when coming to Ten Thousand Poisons Forest.
But there were simply too many poisons inside, and detoxification pills could only neutralize part of them—unavoidably they fell into the trap.
Outside the Poison Cloud gathered several thousand Nine Poison Palace disciples. They didn’t charge over, after all, the two trapped were Martial Emperors—approaching meant death!
The current situation:
Elder Wei and Jiang Xie could temporarily withstand the poison, while Nine Poison Palace’s people didn’t dare attack—both sides entered a stalemate.
“You two.”
A clear voice came, “Though my Nine Poison Palace is only fifth-rate, our poison techniques are unrivaled under heaven—how could you casually break in?”
This statement wasn’t boasting—making two Martial Emperors poisoned definitely showed real skill.
Actually, with Nine Poison Palace’s poison techniques, they might not fear third or fourth-rate sects—it’s just that too few people cultivated poison path, and they themselves stayed year-round in Ten Thousand Poisons Forest not involving themselves in worldly affairs, so they were only fifth-rate.
Many powers cared greatly about sect ranking to demonstrate their strength, but some powers viewed it very lightly, either living in seclusion in mountains, or maintaining peace with the world.
“Palace Master Miao.”
Elder Wei suppressed the poison, saying, “We came on our Sect Master’s orders to visit your palace, not to cause trouble!”
Miao Saifeng.
Current Palace Master of Nine Poison Palace, a femme fatale.
“Visit?”
Miao Saifeng said indifferently, “In this palace’s view, you came because of Miaohua Palace, right?”
Elder Wei didn’t deny it, saying, “As I know, your Nine Poison Palace and Miaohua Palace have no grievances—why use an invitation as pretense to trap Palace Master Xi inside your palace?”
“Hehehe!”
Laughter like silver bells came, “Whether my two palaces have grievances or not, do I need to report to your Wangu Sect? Or do you think that winning the Dragon-Tiger Competition championship means you can be high and mighty interfering in other sects?”
“Hmph!”
Jiang Xie said indifferently, “We had no intention of making things difficult for your palace—you attacked first. Do you think my Wangu Sect is easy to bully?”
If not for being infected with Poison Cloud and needing to suppress it, with his Martial Emperor level strength, he could absolutely beat up Nine Poison Palace.
“Palace Master Miao, my Sect Master has a bad temper. You’d better quickly hand over the antidote and release Palace Master Xi, otherwise… consequences at your own risk!” Elder Wei said in a deep voice.
“Hehehe!”
Miao Saifeng laughed, “Wei Qingfeng, are you threatening this palace?”
Elder Wei’s expression froze, “You know me?”
He always presented himself in the martial world as Old Wei or Master Wei—those who knew his real name were only…
“Wei Qingfeng, you’ve probably already forgotten.”
Miao Saifeng’s voice turned cold, “That year at Yearning Cliff, you once made a promise to an innocent girl: to hold hands and grow old together.”
“…”
Jiang Xie’s mouth twitched.
Making such a mushy promise—very much Elder Wei’s style!
So, could this Nine Poison Palace be his… some number ex-girlfriend?
Yearning Cliff?
To hold hands and grow old together?
Elder Wei thought for a while, then exclaimed in shock, “You’re Sisi?!”
“Hehe, didn’t expect you still remember her.”
“You’re not Sisi?”
“Can’t even distinguish voices—how could mother have been so obsessed with you back then?”
Mother?
Elder Wei was stunned, “You’re her daughter?”
Jiang Xie’s facial expression became wonderful.
This Nine Poison Palace Master was Elder Wei’s old flame’s daughter—from her words she seemed very unfriendly. Rescuing Palace Master Xi would probably be quite difficult.
“Wei Qingfeng!”
Miao Saifeng’s voice turned cold, “If not for mother repeatedly instructing me before death not to seek you out, you heartbreaker, you’d have died a hundred times by now—you actually dare to come to Nine Poison Palace!”
“Sisi she…”
Elder Wei’s body trembled, his voice becoming hoarse, “Is no more?”
His facial expression gradually became fierce—not caused by the poison, but by the tearing pain coming from deep in his soul!
Miao Saifeng rebuked, “My mother’s name—scum like you don’t deserve to call it!”
Several thousand disciples’ expressions showed astonishment.
They’d never seen the Palace Master this angry before.
Elder Wei lowered his head, his face full of guilt, “Yes, I wronged her, I’m guilty beyond redemption…”
Jiang Xie sitting beside him collapsed inside.
Elder Wei, with your rich romantic history, you could publish books just picking any one!
“Wei Qingfeng!”
Miao Saifeng’s voice turned sinister, “This palace promised mother that as long as I live, I won’t seek accounts with you, this heartbreaker, but today since you voluntarily delivered yourself to the door—there’s a road to heaven you don’t take, the gates of hell have no door yet you barge in!”
“Child.”
Elder Wei struggled to raise his head, his eyes reddening, “Can you tell me how your mother passed…”
“Died of melancholy because of you, this heartless wretch!” From her voice, Miao Saifeng was clearly speaking through gritted teeth.
“Puh!”
Elder Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.
Poison Cloud’s toxin couldn’t break through his defenses, but learning that the woman he once loved died of melancholy because of him, all defenses completely collapsed as he threw his head back roaring, “Ahh—”
The voice was agonized, regretful.
“Elder Wei!”
Jiang Xie urgently transmitted, “Don’t let your mind become chaotic!”
Too late—Elder Wei’s mind had already been thrown into chaos by Sisi’s passing. Poison was madly eroding his body, but the pain it brought was far inferior to his spiritual agony.
…
“Brother Qingfeng, I came out from Nanhuang Province alone—fortunately I met you, otherwise I’d have been bullied by bad people.”
“So, our fated connection was heaven’s will.”
“Brother Qingfeng, in Sisi’s heart there’s only you, I can’t fit any other man. You must not fail me.”
“If I fail you, I’m willing to suffer…”
“Don’t say it!”
“Brother Qingfeng must go accomplish great deeds—I can’t help, but I’ll wait for you, wait for the day you succeed and become famous.”
“Once this matter concludes—to hold hands and grow old together.”
Below Yearning Cliff, a long-robed, elegant and carefree Wei Qingfeng turned and left, leaving behind the beauty watching tearfully from afar.
This perfectly matched pair separated for hundreds of years—when mentioned again today, they were already separated by yin and yang, human and ghost on different paths.
…
Elder Wei clutched his chest.
His heart, chest, even his entire body felt as if sliced by knives.
“Wei Qingfeng, stop pretending.”
Miao Jinfeng said coldly, “I know you well—you’re a heartbreaker who’s loved everywhere, ruining the lives of women. Those you’ve wronged number not a hundred then eighty.”
Elder Wei’s face was agonized as he muttered to himself, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I wronged you…”
“Go say it in the Yellow Springs.”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—”
Instantly, rays of cold light shot over—Elder Wei, already collapsed, couldn’t detect them at all.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
Dozens of poison needles all struck the spiritual armor Jiang Xie had condensed, as he roared, “Elder Wei, pull yourself together!”
With this movement, poison gas rapidly gained the advantage, madly devouring his meridians, making his complexion increasingly fierce.
“Hmph!”
Miao Saifeng said coldly, “Not mentioning my mother’s matter, just for trespassing in Nine Poison Palace, you two must die—even if that Jun Changxiao came personally…”
“Pardon the interruption.”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Jiang Xie, forcibly suppressing the poison, immediately became wildly joyful, “Sect Master!”
“Step.”
On the stone path leading to the martial arts field, a white-robed, elegant and carefree Jun Changxiao walked over, opening his fan inscribed with “Dashingly Handsome,” saying, “This seat has arrived.”
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