Was the lone island the only place where poison-medicine beasts could survive?

Could it be… that she was fated never to be able to go to the lone island?

Ziqing was stunned into blank astonishment, while Jun Beiyue’s sharp, cold eyes narrowed, staring dangerously at Baili Weisheng.

“Don’t look at me like that, Prince Yao. The lone island actually originally belonged to the beast clan, just as Duku belongs to the medicine clan. The lone island is the only place in Longyuan where poison-medicine beasts can survive,” Baili Weisheng added.

“Where is the lone island!” Ziqing finally lost her patience, blurting it out.

A complicated look flashed across the bottom of Baili Weisheng’s eyes. He shook his head helplessly, “I don’t know, I really don’t know! This old man has lived for so many decades, and my only dream has been to one day obtain a genuine poison-medicine beast to study properly. What a pity, what a pity, I’ll never find one!”

“You really don’t know where the lone island is?” Jun Beiyue’s voice turned cold, finally losing his patience.

Baili Weisheng couldn’t help swallowing, thinking to himself, what more does this fellow want, what exactly does he want, he’s already asked so much, what will it take to be let off!

Did Jun Beiyue intend to let him off? Heaven only knew!

“Prince Yao, this old fool truly doesn’t know!” Baili Weisheng answered in a shrill, sarcastic tone.

“Then what does the totem on Ziqing’s face mean, what does it represent, why does this totem appear on the musical score?” Jun Beiyue asked again.

Baili Weisheng only shook his head again.

“And where is the other yang totem? Where is the other person immune to a hundred poisons who can suppress the human gu?” Jun Beiyue continued asking, his voice growing sharper each time.

“Prince Yao, this old fool doesn’t understand what… what you’re saying. What yang totem, what other person immune to a hundred poisons?” Baili Weisheng was both curious and anxious!

Jun Beiyue narrowed his eyes and sneered coldly, “Perhaps your eldest disciple Luocha would know. If he doesn’t know, Duku is so large, perhaps someone there would know!”

As he spoke, he took Ziqing’s hand to leave. Baili Weisheng panicked and hurriedly blocked the doorway, pleading, “Prince Yao, it’s getting late, everyone’s asleep. Disturbing people’s sweet dreams is immoral.”

“Get lost!” Jun Beiyue was far from polite.

Ziqing had been frowning the whole time, the more she looked the more something seemed off. Just as Baili Weisheng was about to speak, she suddenly stepped on the black robe trailing on the ground and, with one hand, ruthlessly yanked the black robe off!

In an instant, the black robe was completely torn away, revealing that this old man of Duku wore snow-white robes, his black hair bound up high, his features extremely handsome. Though he lacked Jun Beiyue’s commanding presence, he had a clean aura all his own. No matter how many times one faced this face, there was always the illusion of witnessing a lotus blossom suddenly bloom—clean and pure.

Ziqing was even more dumbstruck, while the corners of Baili Weisheng’s mouth twitched, grinning foolishly, “Little Qingqing, you… you, that thing… your strength really is something!”

Looking at the familiar face in front of her, grinning foolishly, Ziqing was completely stupefied.

How…

How could it be him?

Ziqing never would have imagined, never would have connected the old man of Duku and Baili Weisheng—two completely unrelated people—together!

The old man of Duku was after all an old demon who had lived over a hundred years, yet Baili Weisheng was only a few years older than her!

How could Baili Weisheng possibly be the old man of Duku?

Could it be…

Ziqing seemed to remember something, pointing at Baili Weisheng, incredulous, “You… you… you killed the old man of Duku!”

Baili Weisheng rubbed his nose, grinning even more foolishly, “That… this young master accidentally… accidentally… killed him.”

Accidentally…

Ziqing couldn’t recover from this no matter what. She slowly turned her head to look at Jun Beiyue. At that moment, Jun Beiyue was leisurely standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, eyebrows raised as he appreciated Baili Weisheng’s “accident.” Seeing Ziqing look over, he gave her a warm, doting smile and said, “Woman, this great gift—do you like it? From now on, Duku is yours!”

The moment these words came out, Baili Weisheng instantly dropped his foolish expression, his face changing faster than flipping a book, “Jun Beiyue, what do you mean by this?”

“Old senior of Duku, what do you think this king means?” Jun Beiyue asked in return, smiling with an innocent face.

A threat, a blatant threat!

If he didn’t obey, his identity would be exposed immediately!

He only had two choices: either become an enemy to the thousands of poison masters up and down Duku, even an enemy to the medicine clan and royal family of Nanzhao, or obediently continue sitting in the position of the old man of Duku, from now on obeying Ziqing’s every command!

Baili Weisheng took a deep breath, slowly looked at Ziqing again, and couldn’t help taking another deep breath, “Ziqing, I… I want to be friends with you.”

Ziqing stared at him wide-eyed, then suddenly burst out laughing, “Jun Beiyue, I love this great gift so much, I accept it!”

As she spoke, she immediately advanced on Baili Weisheng, “Who exactly are you?”

Baili Weisheng said nothing, retreating again and again.

Ziqing pressed closer, “Do you know things about the lone island?”

Baili Weisheng wished he could turn and flee. For the first time in his life he’d been made to eat humble pie. He glared resentfully at Jun Beiyue, who was leisurely watching the show off to the side, wishing he could kick him all the way to the northern desert, never to return. But alas, he could only keep retreating.

“Why did you kill the old man of Duku? What relationship do you have with the Jiao clan? Why did you save Xuanyuan Lige?” Ziqing questioned him again and again, backing Baili Weisheng into a corner, a fist pressed against his chest, saying coldly, “Speak!”

“I… you… you know quite a lot!” Finally, Baili Weisheng yielded.

“Answer my questions!” Ziqing snorted coldly. She’d seen this fellow’s smooth talk before, and she’d seen his ability to deceive even more!

“I… I… I’m actually the guardian of Yaoshun Island…”

“You?”

“Absolutely true. If I’m lying to you, may I be struck down by lightning immediately!”

“I don’t believe in being struck by lightning!”

“Then what would make you believe me!”

Ziqing’s gaze turned cold, and she grabbed Baili Weisheng’s collar, “Not willing to tell the truth, is that it? Fine, let’s go, we’re calling a Duku assembly right now!”

As she spoke, she really did drag Baili Weisheng toward the door!

Baili Weisheng immediately began wailing, “I really haven’t lied to you two, what would be the point of lying to you now? It was I who gave Consort Yi the enchanting fragrance back then. I really am from Yaoshun Island, I am the guardian of Yaoshun Island. My ancestors’ inborn mission for generations has been to guard the totem of Yaoshun Island! The people of the Nanzhao royal family have only ever seen my Jiao form, never my normal appearance, so no one recognizes me!”

He’d already been dragged to the doorway, yet he still hadn’t changed his story!

Ziqing certainly wasn’t foolish enough to actually expose this fellow’s identity—exposing him would mean she would immediately lose this great gift Jun Beiyue had given her, would lose control over Duku!

She suddenly threw Baili Weisheng back into the room, raising an eyebrow, “Then let’s see what your Jiao form looks like!”

A complicated look flashed across the bottom of Baili Weisheng’s eyes, but he still did as told. Soon, golden scales appeared, instantly lighting up the dim room!

Jun Beiyue couldn’t help but straighten up, blurting out, “Golden Jiao!”