coobybook Chapter 54 The Restless Man
Chapter 54 The Restless Man
Inside the Crimson Tent Courtyard, a stunningly beautiful young woman, her face as pale as paper, leaned weakly against the round table in the main hall. She picked up the medicine bowl, took a small sip, and immediately pushed it aside as if avoiding a snake.
Beside her sat a rebellious-looking boy. Upon seeing this, the boy silently pushed the medicine bowl back to the girl's hand.
The girl looked up, meeting the boy's calm, unwavering gaze. His eyes clearly said, "You must finish it." She felt a pang of resentment, pouted, lightly kicked the boy's chair, and huffed.
"I really don't want to drink this bitter medicine. Why are you perfectly fine, Senior Brother Ji, without having to take any medicine? This is so unfair!"
The disheveled old man sitting opposite her picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, as if it were wine. Hearing the girl's complaint, the old man chuckled and said:
"I have heard of people in the world who are born with extraordinary talents and are immune to any disease. Judging from your senior brother's appearance, he must be such a person. No wonder he is the disciple I have chosen."
"It's not like you cured my senior sister, otherwise my senior brother wouldn't have become your disciple."
"This method of healing was conceived by me. Since the person brought by this method can save your senior sister, how can it not count? If your Qingcheng Sect stops this brat from becoming my disciple, you are ungrateful."
"Our Qingcheng Sect is not like what you say! It's obvious that your method won't work, you old codger. Young Master Tang has already said that your method won't work, and besides, we don't even know if our senior sister will be able to succeed..."
Before the stunningly beautiful young woman, Mu Qingfeng, could finish speaking, she immediately realized what she meant and spat out a few times.
"No, no, my senior sister will definitely be safe and sound!"
After saying that, Mu Qingfeng ignored the disheveled old man and stared longingly at Ji Zhongxuan.
"Senior Brother Ji, Senior Sister will be safe, right?"
"Ah."
Ji Zhongxuan nodded and then pushed the medicine bowl that Mu Qingfeng had quietly pushed away back in front of her. Mu Qingfeng pouted and muttered something to herself, but she still pinched her nose and, imitating the disheveled old man, drank the medicine in one gulp.
Seeing that she had finished drinking the medicine with a frown, Ji Zhongxuan relaxed his brow and let her go back to her room to rest.
Upon returning to her room, Mu Qingfeng saw a plate of delicate red bean cakes on the table.
She glanced at him, gave a soft snort, and sat down at the table. Her arrogant face still held a hint of resentment, but the upturned corners of her mouth easily betrayed her.
Pick up a piece of red bean cake, take a small bite, and you'll find it sweet but not cloying, melting in your mouth. The sweet red bean paste spreads in your mouth, instantly soothing the bitterness from taking medicine.
After eating two pieces, Mu Qingfeng couldn't help but think of her senior sister again.
Ten days ago, the old man said he had come up with a way to save his senior sister. But no matter how much she asked, the old man wouldn't tell her the specific method.
It wasn't until Tang Huaiyi, the young master of Tangjiabao, arrived at Jiangzhangyuan that she learned the so-called method was to let Tangjiabao's "Golden Silkworm Gu" burrow into her senior sister's body, allowing the "Golden Silkworm Gu" to gradually devour the plague poison within her senior sister's body.
But after hearing this suggestion, Young Master Tang told them directly that this method would not work:
"The Golden Silkworm Gu is only effective on the direct line of the Tang family. Anyone who is not a direct line of the Tang family will surely die if they touch this Gu."
Although Young Master Tang rejected the old man's suggestion, he said that he had a way to cure his senior sister, but this method could not be used here and they had to return to Tang Family Fortress.
Seeing their eldest sister on the verge of death, they had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless, and agreed to let Young Master Tang take her away. However, they were also worried about letting their eldest sister go to Tang Family Fortress alone. But they had all been exposed to the plague, and none of them could leave until they recovered.
Fortunately, Uncle Yin returned before Young Master Tang set off. With Uncle Yin accompanying her to Tang Family Fortress, Senior Sister was finally relieved.
"I wonder how my senior sister is doing now..." Mu Qingfeng thought anxiously, absentmindedly munching on a red bean cake. Suddenly, a figure hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.
"Junior Sister, Senior Brother Wang and Young Master Tie are back!"
Mu Qingfeng took three steps at a time, closely following behind her senior brother Yu, and arrived at the hall.
As soon as she entered the hall, she saw Ji Zhongxuan talking to someone outside the door:
"...The Deer Cry Pavilion is now deserted... We've tracked down some people... The Empress is nowhere to be found... All participants will receive 50 Defenders Points... His Majesty will also bestow further rewards..."
Ji Zhongxuan tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. Although the seven sect bases of the Deer Cry Pavilion, led by the Empress, had been completely destroyed, their power had been taken over entirely by the Spirit Hall.
However, none of the core members of the Deer Cry Pavilion were captured; they all vanished without a trace. Although the opposing side suffered heavy losses this time, they only lost some material possessions; their strength was not significantly affected. Now, they are lurking in the shadows, and if they intend to retaliate, the first person they will not let go is Fei Xi, who exposed them.
Several factions profited from the operation targeting the Deer Cry Pavilion, including the Qingcheng Sect. However, if it came at the cost of Fei Xi's safety, the Qingcheng Sect would rather forgo it. Master and Uncle-Master Wei must have understood this, which is why they rushed to the capital immediately upon receiving the news. They knew they couldn't place all their hopes on the Spirit Hall. Since things had already escalated, they might as well make the situation even more chaotic.
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The once bustling town market was now so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. Anyone who dared to take a look would be terrified by the scene before them, thinking they had stumbled upon the gates of hell.
Corpses lay strewn across the ground, blood dripping from their wounds and seeping into the soil. The air was thick with the pungent stench of death, and the dark red blood seemed to have turned the entire street into a blood-red inferno.
Amidst the blood-red scene, a man dressed in white stood among the corpses, holding a cold sword, his expression indifferent, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
"Again, without any warning, a group of ordinary people suddenly launched a sneak attack?" The madman's rough voice was particularly jarring in the silence.
"The three-day period has long passed. Has she given you an answer?" The white-robed swordsman did not answer the madman's question, but instead asked about other things.
"...You seem to have a lot of opinions about her."
“The martial arts world is never short of ambitious people, and she is not a person who is content with her lot.”
"I will have someone else research drugs that conceal one's presence. Bian Yuan, a cripple on the verge of death, is nothing more than a cruel witness to the martial arts world."
Upon hearing this, the white-robed swordsman's eyes widened suddenly, a hint of astonishment and confusion flashing deep within them. Before he could speak, the madman's rough, deep voice rang out again:
"Her personality may indeed be as you say, restless. If she were truly well-behaved, she should be peacefully staying in the sect right now, instead of needlessly sacrificing her life for a dead courtesan and for a group of unrelated people like us."