“You’re blocking the doorway. How am I supposed to see your sister’s condition?” Ye Kunlun walked towards the house.
Overcome with emotion, the man did not let down his guard. “How… how will you prove the Po Ling Dan was refined by you?”
His sister was his soft spot. He had to be cautious until he completely trusted Ye Kunlun.
*Whoosh—*
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of white light shot towards him.
Ye Kunlun said, “This contains nothing but Po Ling Dans!”
The man pulled out the stopper. Instantly, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out, revealing several Po Ling Dans with shimmering patterns within.
“This… this is truly a Po Ling Dan!”
“We already said the Po Ling Dan was refined by our young master. We have as many as you want!” Wu Dao snorted, displect with the man’s reaction.
*Thud—*
“Please save my sister. If you want to know about the Witch God, I, Wu Jiu Ming, can tell you everything!”
Wu Jiu Ming knelt directly before Ye Kunlun, his face etched with pleading.
Ye Kunlun glanced at him indifferently and walked into the house.
The dilapidated hut contained only a wooden bed. On it lay a girl so thin she was almost negligible, her skin sallow and dry.
“Ge.”
The girl called out softly.
Wu Jiu Ming hurried forward, looking at his sister with affection. “Mei, you’re saved. He can refine divine pills, he can surely save you.”
“Ling Xiang thanks you, sir.”
Supported by Wu Jiu Ming, Wu Ling Xiang sat up. Her body, like a sheet of paper, gave a precarious impression.
“The vital essence in your body is almost gone,” Ye Kunlun said with a hint of gravity. “Was it forcibly extracted by some secret technique?”
Upon hearing this, Wu Jiu Ming gritted his teeth in hatred. “Sir, my sister’s vital essence is extremely special. The Witch God, for some kind of sacrifice, caused my sister this great calamity. It was also because of this that Father and Mother died protecting us…”
“It’s all my fault for my parents’ deaths.” Wu Ling Xiang’s voice was filled with self-reproach.
“Mei, ge will definitely avenge Father and Mother!” Wu Jiu Ming clasped his sister’s hand and vowed.
“To save her, a medicinal catalyst is needed,” Ye Kunlun stated.
“Please tell me, sir. Jiu Ming will retrieve it even if it costs his life,” Wu Jiu Ming looked at Ye Kunlun with unwavering determination. “As long as you can save Mei.”
Ye Kunlun replied, “Death isn’t necessary. Your heart’s blood is required.”
“Just take it, sir!” Wu Jiu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
Given their current predicament, he wasn’t sure if he could find anything else.
Ye Kunlun chuckled lightly and commanded, “Guide!”
Instantly, a golden needle pierced Wu Jiu Ming’s chest. Guided by Ye Kunlun’s finger, a wisp of heart’s blood was extracted.
“Go!”
The heart’s blood, flowing through another golden needle, entered Wu Ling Xiang’s body.
After guiding the heart’s blood into Wu Ling Xiang, Ye Kunlun used three more golden needles to control her major acupoints, channeling spiritual energy into her.
Moments later, Wu Ling Xiang’s sallow face gradually regained color.
—
At this moment, Gu Changsheng exhausted all his strength trying to find Wu Jiu Ming, but to no avail.
“Father, with Lord Gu here, we will surely get the Po Ling Dan back,” Nangong Huo said, seeing Nangong Lie’s displeased expression.
“It’s not that I don’t trust Gu Changsheng. It’s that someone dared to be so reckless as to snatch the Po Ling Dan from me in the capital.” Killing intent surged in Nangong Lie’s eyes; it was a disdain for the Seven Clans.
“Father, rest assured, Lord Gu will definitely kill the culprit!” As Nangong Huo finished speaking, Gu Changsheng flashed back, his face extremely grim.
“My apologies!” Gu Changsheng’s voice held a hint of coldness. “The target was more mysterious than I anticipated. I lost him.”
“What?” Nangong Lie found it hard to believe. The person before him was Gu Changsheng of the Qintian Tower, hailed as the foremost person in the capital. And yet, he had lost him? Nangong Lie’s first reaction was disbelief.
“Patriarch Nangong doesn’t believe me?” Gu Changsheng, sensing Nangong Lie’s attitude, spoke with slight dissatisfaction.
Nangong Lie shook his head. “The Po Ling Dan is crucial for Yunshao’s life. Now that Lord Gu has lost it, shouldn’t Lord Gu provide me with an explanation?”
“Rest assured, as long as this person remains in the capital, I will find him,” Gu Changsheng vowed. “It will just take some time, and I fear Yunshao cannot wait.”
Nangong Lie’s expression was a mixture of emotions.
“Father, as things stand, we can only turn to Ye Kunlun,” Nangong Huo knew that with the Po Ling Dan lost, the only thing that could save his daughter was the Star Soul Jade in Ye Kunlun’s possession.
Nangong Lie knew this too. However, the Nangong family had just spent 140 billion to acquire the Po Ling Dan, and before they could even savor it, it was snatched away from under Gu Changsheng’s nose. If this news spread, what would become of the Nangong family and the Qintian Tower’s reputation?
“Lord Gu, no matter the method, you must find that person!” Nangong Lie was truly enraged.
“Patriarch Nangong, please be assured. I, Gu Changsheng, cannot afford to lose face like this!” Gu Changsheng gave Nangong Lie his word. “I need to return to the Qintian Tower now. To track that person, I will require external assistance!”
“Good!” Gu Changsheng then departed.
“Father, do you suspect Gu Changsheng?” Nangong Huo whispered.
“Don’t forget the true function of the Po Ling Dan. Gu Changsheng is a cultivator, and the Po Ling Dan would greatly aid his cultivation.” Nangong Lie replied.
“He is Yunshao’s master, after all. Yunshao grew up under his watch,” Nangong Huo frowned slightly.
“Hmph!” Nangong Lie snorted. “In this capital, no one is truly trustworthy, understand?”
Nangong Huo nodded. “Son understands.”
“Tomorrow, you will take Elder Qi to the Wujian Prison. As long as that brat doesn’t make any conditions that humiliate our Nangong family, agree to them.”
“Father, rest assured, son knows what to do.”
—
Time ticked by.
Half an hour later.
Wu Jiu Ming’s face was already pale, appearing as though he had lost too much blood, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
In contrast, Wu Ling Xiang’s complexion had largely recovered, her rosy cheeks appearing soft and delicate.
Ye Kunlun calculated the time and, with a hook of his hand, removed the golden needles connecting the siblings.
Wu Jiu Ming’s body trembled. He slowly opened his eyes and asked weakly, “Sir, how is Mei?”
“Her body is no longer in critical condition,” Ye Kunlun replied calmly. “However, there are other issues with her, which I suspect are related to that sacrifice.”
Wu Jiu Ming seemed to have anticipated this outcome and gave a bleak smile. “The most important thing now is to save Mei’s life.”
“You rest for a while. Tell me about the Witch God in ten minutes!” Ye Kunlun stood up and left the house, giving Wu Jiu Ming time to recover.
Outside the house.
“Young master, why don’t we take the siblings back to Wujian Prison first?” Wu Dao asked softly.
Ye Kunlun smiled. “What? Are you afraid they’ll run away?”
Wu Dao glanced back at the house. “Don’t worry, his sister isn’t fully recovered yet, so he won’t run.”
“However, taking them back to Wujian Prison first is indeed safer than staying here.”