Chapter 59: This Medicine is Poisoned!

The powerful expert from the Song family was indeed their strongest asset sent to Xianwu Island, a 5th-grade Jindan cultivator. However, he was currently heavily injured and bound by the 6th-grade Jindan power of Ji Yaoyue. He possessed no strength to resist. During the journey toward Carefree Valley, he secretly sent a transmission talisman to inform the Song family of his predicament.

Before this, the Song family had already received word of Song Wen’s death. Once the news that the Young Master had been killed reached them, the entire clan erupted in fury. Even the family head, Song Heming, who had not yet recovered from his own internal injuries, rushed toward Xianwu Island under the protection of his elite guards.

On the chaotic battlefield of Xianwu Island:

“Who exactly did this? Who made my son die so miserably! Argh!”

Song Heming clutched the headless corpse and wailed toward the heavens. His voice was thick with grief: a wave of overwhelming hatred surged into the clouds.

“Family Head, please restrain your grief!”

“Our priority is to track down the killer immediately and tear them into ten thousand pieces!” several Song family experts said through gritted teeth.

Nearby, other members of the clan looked on with apprehension and unease.

It is a tragedy. Our Young Master is a headless corpse, and our strength has been severely depleted. Our clan’s overall power has plummeted.

The state of this battlefield is horrifying. The deaths of these experts don’t look like the work of a human; they look like they were slaughtered by a super-demon!

Correct! This great demon seems to be a lightning-attribute beast!

To kill so many experts, its strength must be incredible. The ground is so scarred and broken. Given our current strength, seeking revenge might be unrealistic…

The men whispered among themselves, terrified that their enraged leader might overhear. However, Song Heming was already consumed by fury. He roared repeatedly, declaring that he would avenge his son at any cost.

Right then, a transmission arrived from the elder captured by Ji Yaoyue. The hearts of the Song family experts sank.

“What? It is a message from Elder Song Qian!”

“Elder Song Qian is calling for help? And he is heading toward Carefree Valley? Why?”

“Could the killer be at Carefree Valley?”

“There is no time to waste! To Carefree Valley, immediately!”

* * *

Long Xiwei had already returned to Carefree Valley. To avoid alarming the disciples, she had the Thunder-Devouring Mist Demon hide outside the valley. Such a gargantuan creature, especially one at the peak of the Jindan Realm, would surely cause a massive panic if it barged in.

The demon was quite obedient. It dispersed its massive form and transformed into a cloud of mist, drifting silently outside the valley. As a lightning-attribute cloud demon, it could transition between a physical beast and a gaseous state at will; otherwise, it would have been spotted by other experts when it slipped into Lu Jin’s cave.

Its obedience satisfied Long Xiwei, though it also caused Lu Jin’s image to surface in her mind once more. Their brief time together was something she couldn’t easily let go of, yet she knew their fate would likely never cross again. She might not even have a reason to see him one last time.

Regaining her focus, she sped into the valley. Within the spatial rings Lu Jin had given her, she had indeed found the pills capable of healing her Shifu. She wanted to administer the medicine as quickly as possible.

Carefree Valley was a place of vibrant flowers and scenic beauty, a true paradise away from the mundane world. As she returned, several disciples greeted her. However, as she drew near her Shifu’s dwelling, she was blocked by several people.

“Heh, Junior Sister Long, you actually dared to come back!”

The speaker was a tall but rather ugly male disciple with a face covered in pockmarks. Behind him stood five lackeys, all of whom looked at Long Xiwei with malicious glee.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Pan Yan,” Long Xiwei said. She tried to move past them.

This Pan Yan had confessed his feelings to her long ago, but she had no interest in him and had deliberately avoided him. This had caused him to harbor deep resentment: he had even tried to corner her several times with ill intent. Ever since her Shifu was injured due to the conflict with Song Wen, he had used it as an excuse to insult and bully her, attempting to use moral pressure to force her into submission.

Long Xiwei’s cultivation was lower than his, so she had been enduring his behavior. Today, seeing his relentless attitude, her gaze turned icy. With the Thunder-Devouring Mist Demon as her protector, she no longer had any reason to fear anyone.

“Stop!”

Seeing her try to bypass them, Pan Yan spoke coldly: “Are you going to Shifu’s room? Do you have any idea how serious her injuries are because of you? She might even lose her life!”

He acted high and mighty, his eyes full of pressure as he stared at her. “Do you know that after you left, I was the one who refined a Soul-Protecting Pill to keep her conscious? Speak. Where did you go?”

Long Xiwei had no desire to argue. She replied indifferently: “Thank you for taking care of Shifu, Senior Brother Pan. I have business to attend to. Excuse me.”

Pan Yan’s gaze turned cold. Before he could speak, his lackeys stepped forward to block her path.

“Stay right where you are! Is that how you speak to Senior Brother Pan?”

“Senior Brother Pan is the number one disciple in our Carefree Valley. What is with that attitude?”

“Answer him! Otherwise, you aren’t going anywhere!”

Long Xiwei’s brow knitted. Her voice dropped in temperature. “I went out to find healing medicine for Shifu. If you block me, do not blame me for being impolite!”

Her sudden shift in attitude caught the group off guard.

“Oho, such a big temper! Just because you got Shifu seriously injured, you think you can defy the Eldest Senior Brother now? Kneel immediately and apologize!”

Long Xiwei’s expression darkened. “Get lost!”

Buzz!

As she spoke, a wave of spiritual power whistled around her. Her resolute stance and cold eyes were quite soul-shaking: even Pan Yan’s face shifted slightly.

“I caused Shifu’s injuries, and I will be the one to fix them. I don’t need your commentary. Pan Yan, if you continue to pester me, don’t blame me for turning my back on our sect-fellowship!”

Finished, she retracted her aura and walked past them. The group watched her receding back, their brows furrowed.

“What is happening? I felt like her aura was quite strong. Did she break through to the 3rd-grade Jindan?”

“So what? Senior Brother’s cultivation is much higher than hers!”

“She will fall into Senior Brother’s hands sooner or later!”

As they spoke, Pan Yan rubbed his chin, a cold light surfacing in his eyes. Hmph! Once that old thing passes away and no one is left to protect you, I’ll see how tough you can be!

“Heh, don’t worry, Senior Brother. She’ll be kneeling before you eventually!”

* * *

Long Xiwei entered her Shifu’s room. Immediately, the scent of medicine hit her nose.

Wait. The scent of this medicine… it is wrong…

Ever since her Shifu, Yun Chaomu, was injured, Long Xiwei had been the one primarily caring for her. She had personally brewed every dose of medicine: she knew the scents of the herbs like the back of her hand. But the scent permeating the room now caused her expression to shift violently.

“Senior Sister Long, you’re back?”

A junior sister named Xiao Rou walked over. Long Xiwei asked immediately: “Junior Sister Xiao Rou, what is with this medicine?”

Xiao Rou replied: “Senior Sister, I followed your instructions and gave Shifu the healing medicine from before. But starting yesterday, Senior Brother Pan Yan insisted I use the pills he refined instead, so…”

Long Xiwei gritted her teeth. Her gaze turned incredibly dark.

“Foolish!”

“This medicine is poisoned!”