Yan Yu, wounded and poisoned, not only refused to let her third master examine her but also forbade Qiu Hong from informing Ling Tian. This was because Ling Tian now had a family and a career, and those from unorthodox paths cared nothing for the rule of not implicating family. Yan Yu did not want to bring trouble to Ling Tian.
However, Yan Yu was unaware that Ling Tian had already crossed paths with these unorthodox individuals.
Especially since the unorthodox factions now knew that Ling Tian was a member of the Righteous Path Alliance!
On the other hand, if this matter were told to Ling Tian, he would certainly not conceal it from his other masters. This would, in turn, drag Long Pan Mountain into the affair again.
After listening to Qiu Hong’s account, Ling Tian was rendered speechless, finding it both amusing and exasperating. His sixth master indeed had a peculiar personality and was exceptionally proud, never bothering others with matters she could resolve herself.
Fortunately, Qiu Hong saw that her godmother was constantly exerting her internal energy to resist the poison’s invasion while simultaneously organizing people to counter the infiltration of demonic forces into Yan Yu Pavilion. Her godmother had grown gaunt, and if this continued, something serious would happen. In her desperation, Qiu Hong, disregarding Yan Yu’s objections, secretly contacted Ling Tian.
“Sister Qiu Hong, it’s not that I want to say anything, but I’ve been back for many days. You know this, so why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Oh, you impudent brat, you’ve gotten bold enough to speak to me like that.
You know very well my godmother’s personality; she’s been so strong-willed her entire life. I suggested contacting you long ago, but she wouldn’t allow it.
I’m only calling you here secretly. Once she finds out, she’ll inevitably scold me again. But it doesn’t matter; as long as my godmother’s injuries heal and she remains safe, I’ll accept the scolding.”
“Don’t worry, with me here, I will ensure my godmother’s safety!”
The car drove out of the city and along the suburban roads. Finally, after a long mountain pass, they arrived at the lakeside. The two boarded a small motorboat, and after about ten minutes, they landed on a small island in the lake.
The architecture on the island was distinctive, with pavilions and towers in an ancient style. The island was also covered with a vast bamboo forest, and near the shore, lotus leaves were everywhere. The scenery here was simply breathtaking.
In the center of the island stood a grand estate, within which was a three-story pavilion. From the highest floor of this pavilion, one could see almost the entire island. The plaque on this pavilion bore the three characters: Yan Yu Pavilion.
At this moment, in a secret chamber behind the main building of the pavilion, Yan Yu, Ling Tian’s sixth master, was seated cross-legged on a prayer mat. Yan Yu’s face was pale, her lips were tinged with blue, and her eyes were sunken, clear symptoms of poisoning.
Her left arm was wrapped in gauze, which had been soaked through with blood. On a tray beside Yan Yu lay a scalpel and some scraps of flesh.
To quickly expel the poison’s influence, Yan Yu had even used the scalpel to cut open her wound and remove some of the necrotic tissue.
The intense pain almost caused her to faint, but the proud Yan Yu endured it without a sound, gritting her teeth.
Just then, the door to the secret chamber opened. Yan Yu’s face was filled with anger; she did not want her goddaughter to see her in such a weakened and pained state.
“Go out, Qiu Hong. Why are you disobedient? How many times have I told you not to disturb me when I am circulating my energy for healing!”
Before Qiu Hong could speak, a familiar voice called out.
“Sixth Master, this is not Sister Qiu Hong’s fault; rather, it is yours.
You are so severely injured, yet you didn’t notify me or the other masters…”
Ling Tian’s sudden appearance startled Yan Yu. She felt a touch of embarrassment but quickly regained her composure.
Now that Ling Tian knew, there was no need to conceal it further. More importantly, the poison was too potent, leaving her utterly exhausted.
If Yan Yu had done nothing but focus on healing and expelling the poison, it would have taken at least one to two months.
Furthermore, even if she managed to expel the poison from her body, the damage it inflicted would have severely weakened her.
Moreover, she also had to investigate the situation within Yan Yu Pavilion and had no time for proper recuperation.
In just a few days, Yan Yu had been worn down. Perhaps, even if Qiu Hong hadn’t sought out Ling Tian, she wouldn’t have lasted much longer.
“Alas, I am old and no longer capable. I thought I could easily expel this poison with my own strength, but I never expected…”
“Alright, say no more. Sister Qiu Hong, please prepare a clean room; I need to treat Master.”
Qiu Hong nodded and immediately went to make arrangements. Ling Tian accompanied Yan Yu to a room.
This room contained a treatment bed and was maintained in a sterile environment. Various shelves and cabinets in the room were stocked with different medicinal herbs and medical equipment.
Yan Yu Pavilion was, after all, a martial arts sect, and injuries were common during training. Having a well-equipped infirmary was not unusual.
Ling Tian used scissors to cut open Yan Yu’s left sleeve and then the gauze, revealing the wound.
The wound was deep with irregular edges, jagged and uneven. The tissue around the wound had turned black and necrotic, forming pus, and a dark liquid continued to seep out.
Ling Tian looked at the wound and could only offer a wry smile.
“Master, why did you put yourself through this? This wound could have been much less severe. You insisted on treating it yourself; how could you possibly do it neatly?”
Ling Tian was at a loss. Treating a wound on oneself with one hand was incredibly difficult, especially with the intense pain that would affect one’s movements. How could it be done neatly?
Yan Yu had used the scalpel to cut her own flesh, and the excruciating pain caused her to make the wound jagged and of uneven depth.
It would have been better not to treat it at all; her self-treatment had only worsened the injury.
Qiu Hong anxiously asked from the side, “Ling Tian, what poison has Master been afflicted with? Is this poison treatable?”
Ling Tian nodded, “This is Five Poisons Paste, made from the snake oil of a king cobra, its venom, scorpion venom, centipede toxins, toad venom, and the poison of the broken-heart grass, mixed into a paste. It can be preserved for a long time and applied to weapons during combat.
The toxicity of this substance is even more severe than being bitten directly by a king cobra.
It is only because Master promptly took some antidote and continuously circulated her energy to expel the poison that the situation did not become critical…”
Upon seeing the condition of the wound and smelling the foul odor emanating from it, Ling Tian was able to identify the poison.
Having absorbed all the memories of the Gu King, Ling Tian was thoroughly familiar with the poisons used by unorthodox practitioners!