Military Advisor and Princess

Chapter 125

"Sect Master..." Just as everyone was about to attack Saint Chi, Huang Ying suddenly exclaimed, flew to Saint Lord's side, helped him up, and her face was full of fear.

"Sect Master..."

"Holy Ruler..."

The exclamation drew everyone's attention back, and they all turned and flew to the Holy Lord's side. Sheng Qing quickly supported the Holy Lord's other side, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep worry: large beads of sweat dripped from the Holy Lord's forehead, his unfathomable eyes were no longer clear, his hands were tightly clenched, and what made Sheng Cheng and the others most unbelievable was that the black hair on his head was gradually turning white, more and more, no longer just the two strands on his forehead.

Seeing the white hair on the Holy Lord's head, Sheng Chi was stunned, his eyes flashing with astonishment. He murmured, "How is this possible? Sorrowful White Hair? He... he is actually..." He had only used "Sorrowful White Hair" on one person, the deceased Ling Aojun. The Holy Lord had also been afflicted by Sorrowful White Hair. Could it be that Ling Aojun was not dead at all, and the Holy Lord was actually Ling Aojun? So that's how it is. No wonder he possessed the Heavenly Stem Divine Sword and the Heavenly Kun Divine Art. He originally thought he was just an acquaintance of Ling Aojun, that Ling Aojun had entrusted him with the treasure of succession. But unexpectedly, it turned out to be the same person. Haha... He had been defeated by Ling Aojun once again. Once was the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation, and once was the "Seven Killings Evil Art." Both were broken because of him...

"Your Majesty, how could this happen?" Jin Xuan rushed to the Holy Emperor in shock, looking at the white hair on his head, and cried out in a trembling voice. His heart suddenly ached so much that he felt like he was suffocating.

Jin Xuan's call brought the Holy Lord back to his senses, which were gradually fading away. He raised his head and gave everyone a reassuring smile, though they couldn't see him. He swayed weakly and said with all his might, "I'm... fine." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Holy Chi was about to fly away while everyone was not paying attention. He gripped his sword tightly and said weakly but coldly, "Don't even think about escaping." He threw the Heavenly Stem Sword in the direction Holy Chi had fled, hitting him squarely in the heart.

Jin Xuan and Shi Di also noticed that Sheng Chi was trying to escape, and they flew away at the same time. Just as the Heavenly Stem Sword pierced Sheng Chi, the swords in their hands pierced Sheng Chi's body and pulled upwards.

"Ah!" Saint Chi roared to the sky, his voice echoing through the heavens. All the meridians within his body reversed their flow, his blood surged wildly, threatening to burst forth, veins bulging... With a "bang," the chaotic energy within him exploded, and Saint Chi was instantly shattered to pieces, truly shattered to pieces. What power, what martial arts, what wealth and glory—in the end, it was all for naught; nothing remained.

"Third brother..." Cheng Wuying, who thought he was dead, suddenly grabbed Jin Xuan, who was about to walk to the Holy Lord's side, and called out softly and tenderly. Her face was completely black and distorted, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices. Her eyes, which were about to glaze over, looked at Jin Xuan with sincere pleading.

That innocent "Third Brother" startled Jin Xuan. He didn't want to acknowledge her, but that voice reminded him of the kind and innocent Xiao Wu Ying from back then, the Xiao Wu Ying who loved to follow him around calling him "Third Brother." He had no sister; Cheng Wu Ying was his only sister. He had promised to cherish her for the rest of his life. He never imagined they would end up like this. Oh well...

Jinxuan squatted down and expressionlessly helped Cheng Wuying up.

"Hehe... Third Brother... Wu Ying is so happy, I've never been so happy. To die in Third Brother's arms, Wu Ying is truly happy... Third Brother, I know that after what I did, we can never go back to the way things were, but... Wu Ying really loves Third Brother so much, so much that my heart aches... It's good to die... I won't have to feel heartache anymore, I won't have to scheme anymore, I can be free... Hehe... Third Brother, please forgive my father, okay? He did it because he loved me too much... He was used by me, please forgive him... Please help Wu Ying tell Father that Wu Ying also loves Father very much, Wu Ying is unfilial, unable to serve Father until his death, and in the next life, I wish to continue being his daughter..." Cheng Wu Ying seemed completely relieved, her face light and innocent, she said with difficulty, her eyes glancing slightly at the Holy King with white hair fluttering on his forehead and a pale face, she smiled innocently, and with her last breath said, "Third Brother... Wu Ying blesses you... and Sister Mo Jun... to be happy... in..." Before she could finish the word, her hand fell limply.

The Holy Emperor shook his head and sighed softly. Cheng Wuying already knew who he was. He never expected that she could come to her senses at the last moment. People say good things when they are about to die. She was not a bad person at heart! It was just that she was too extreme in love, which brought out the dark side of her heart. She was also a pitiful person.

Just as the Holy Queen was about to speak, she suddenly felt an unbearable, piercing pain. She cried out, "Ah!" Her blood and energy reversed, and half of her white hair danced wildly in the wind. The "sorrowful white hair" that had tormented her for half a year had suddenly appeared ahead of schedule.

Is today truly her death day? Jinxuan…

Chapter 86 of the Jianghu (Martial Arts World) series: Poisoning Takes Effect

Just as the Holy Queen was about to speak, she suddenly felt an unbearable, piercing pain. She cried out, her blood and energy reversed, and half of her white hair danced wildly in the wind. The "sorrowful white hair" that had tormented her for half a year had unexpectedly flared up prematurely.

Is today truly her death day? Jinxuan…

"Sect Master..." Saint Orange and Saint Green exclaimed in surprise, quickly seizing Saint Lord's pressure points. Saint Lord immediately collapsed, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

"Your Majesty..." Jin Xuan put Cheng Wuying down, rushed to the Holy Lord's side, and exclaimed in a trembling voice.

Huang Ying reached out and took the Holy Lord's pulse. Her expression changed instantly, her eyes widened, and her hand trembled as she pressed on the Holy Lord's pulse. She looked up at the Holy Lord's half-white hair and glanced incredulously at the people from the Holy Immortal Sect. They actually nodded at her, confirming her thoughts.

Seeing Huang Ying's face change instantly, and then looking at the extremely ugly expressions on the faces of the Holy Immortal Sect members, Jin Xuan felt an indescribable panic and fear. He roared, "What's wrong with the Holy Lord?"

Just as Huang Ying was about to speak, Sheng Qing quickly interjected, "The sect leader was injured by Sheng Chi's evil technique, so his breathing must be unstable, which is why he is like this. Your Highness, please rest assured, with Huang Ying here, the sect leader will be fine soon."

Jin Xuan refused to believe it and said coldly, "I want the truth. What's with that head of white hair, Huang Ying? Tell the truth." Hurt? Hmph, if you were just injured, would you have this expression?

“Your Highness, what Sister Shengqing said is true. The sect leader’s heart meridian was damaged by the evil technique, which caused his aura to be chaotic. As for the white hair…” Huang Ying suppressed her doubts and said to Jin Xuan with certainty after receiving the knowing glances from Shengqing and the others. However, she did not know what excuse to use to deceive the wise Prince Jin about the white hair.

"As for the white hair, it's because the sect leader practices the Heavenly Kun Divine Art. He'll look like this every time he finishes using his power. It's nothing to worry about; he'll recover soon." Saint Orange's peach blossom eyes flashed as she explained casually, her nonchalant expression quite convincing.

Those who knew the truth understood the weight of Sheng Cheng's words and the pain in their hearts: the "Sad White Hair" poison afflicting their sect leader had manifested so quickly—only half a month, just half a month! Without the Seven-Colored Lotus of the East, their sect leader was likely... even Elder Huang would be helpless! Was Heaven truly so cruel to their sect leader, denying him even this final month? They wanted to tell Prince Jin the truth, but without their sect leader's permission, they dared not act on their own. After all, their sect leader's refusal to acknowledge Prince Jin was precisely because of this possibility of his imminent departure.

"The martial arts of the Holy Immortal Sect are indeed mysterious and unpredictable, defying common sense!" Jin Xuan's deep eyes revealed no emotion, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he spoke with a cold smile, radiating an overwhelming pressure. Perhaps the Holy Lord's white hair was indeed due to practicing the so-called Heavenly Kun Divine Skill, but he absolutely refused to believe that things were as simple as they claimed. The Holy Lord must be hiding something? What were they concealing?

Jin Xuan's meaningful words made the members of the Holy Immortal Sect lower their heads guiltily. Suddenly, Sheng Lu shouted loudly, "Stop talking nonsense and quickly help the sect leader back to his room!"

"Yes, yes... quickly help the sect leader back..." Sheng Cheng and Sheng Qing hurriedly went to help Sheng Jun, but were stopped by Jin Xuan. Amid their confusion, Jin Xuan picked up Sheng Jun and ran back to his room. Turning around, he saw the members of the Shengxian Sect standing there in a daze. He shouted, "Huang Ying, what are you still standing there for?" He had only one thought in his mind: Sheng Jun must not be harmed. He would rather choose to believe what Sheng Cheng and the others said.

Huang Ying snapped out of her daze and immediately followed, with Sheng Cheng and the others also chasing after them.

By then it was broad daylight; the darkness had passed, but the light that had arrived could not dispel the sorrow and gloom in everyone's hearts.

Since the Holy King's room had been almost completely destroyed, Jin Xuan gently placed the Holy King's precious sword on the bed and lightly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Your Highness, I need to treat the sect leader. It's inconvenient for outsiders to be present, please leave." Huang Ying said as soon as she entered the room.

Jin Xuan looked up at the people from the Holy Immortal Sect, slowly stood up, and walked out of the room. Just before leaving the room, his uniquely magnetic, deep voice reached the ears of everyone present: "I hope what you say is true, that the Holy Lord is really alright."

Watching Jinxuan walk out of the room and close the door, Shengcheng and the others put away their indifferent smiles and walked to the bedside with cold expressions, their eyes filled with tears.

"Ah!" The holy king on the bed slowly woke up, letting out an unconscious yet painful cry, and beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead again.

"Quick, Xiao Yingying, the sect leader's poison has flared up again! Quickly, give the sect leader acupuncture!" Sheng Qing called out anxiously. The sect leader's scream pierced their hearts.

Huang Ying quickly grabbed the golden needles and inserted them into the acupoints of the Holy Lord a few times. Then she took out a pill, glanced at Sheng Cheng and the others, and seeing them nod, she trembled as she lifted the veil from the Holy Lord's face. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Before her was a stunningly beautiful and familiar face. Her hand holding the pill trembled, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with disbelief: This, how could this be? The sect leader was actually her? Mo Jun, who was believed to have been killed by Cheng Wuying in the eyes of the world, was actually their sect leader Mo Jun? The Holy Lord was Mo Jun? Heavens! Was she dreaming? What was going on?

"Little Yingying, stop daydreaming. I'll explain later. Quickly feed the pill to the sect leader." Sheng Cheng urged Huang Ying, who was staring blankly at Sheng Jun, also known as Mo Jun.

Huang Ying finally snapped out of her shock. Before leaving, she fed the Holy King the pills that Holy Huang had given her. Gradually, the Holy King, who had been in great pain, calmed down. His eyes were closed, his lips were pressed together, and beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead. His beautiful face was bloodless, showing exhaustion and pain... but he finally fell asleep.

"Sister Shengqing, what exactly happened?" Huang Ying turned her head, frowned, and asked Shengqing and the others, who looked worried and sad. Tai hadn't yet recovered from the devastating news that the sect leader had been poisoned when he was completely stunned by the unbelievable truth that the Holy Lord was Mo Jun. His mind was a jumbled mess, filled with questions: Why would Mo Jun become the sect leader? What kind of poison had the sect leader been afflicted with? She had never encountered such a potent poison before.

"Alas, as you can see, the sect leader is none other than the renowned strategist, the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, Mo Jun, who was famous throughout the land half a year ago." Sheng Qing sat wearily in her chair and sighed.

"Six months ago, I received news that Ling Aojun, whom Saint Chi had been secretly searching for, was the only disciple of the former Protector Feng Yan and his two senior uncles. Before his death, Protector Feng Yan entrusted her with the Heavenly Stem Divine Sword and the Heavenly Kun Divine Skill, and passed on the position of sect leader to her. Saint Chi was anxious to find her because of the Heavenly Stem Divine Sword and the Heavenly Kun Divine Skill, but he couldn't find Ling Aojun anywhere in the world. This was because Ling Aojun had changed her name to Mo Jun and become the strategist Mo, who was known for his wisdom and resourcefulness in the Dragon Xuan Dynasty. At that time, the various pavilion masters were fighting over the position of sect leader, and no one was willing to concede to anyone else. Saint Immortal Sect was facing its greatest crisis. At this time, Elder Huang and I inadvertently learned that the Ling Aojun that Saint Chi couldn't find might be the famous strategist Mo Jun. So Elder Huang and I rushed to the capital overnight and rescued Mo Jun at the most critical moment, bringing him back to Saint Immortal Sect." Saint Cheng recounted the story in detail as if recalling the past, his brows slightly furrowed.

"At that time, the Holy Immortal Sect was in chaos, with its various pavilions engaging in fierce battles, especially against the Crimson Pavilion. Our pavilion masters, however, remained indifferent, even agreeing to a duel on the Holy Immortal Mountain to see who the true powerhouse was. After two days and two nights of fighting without a victor, a pure white figure, like a banished immortal, gracefully descended. Holding the Heavenly Stem Sword, her exquisite beauty and aloof demeanor instantly held everyone's breath, their minds blank, staring blankly at the celestial being before them. The two strands of white hair fluttering across her forehead did not detract from her beauty; instead, they added a touch of vicissitude and coldness to her indifferent demeanor. When they finally came to their senses..." "Upon seeing the Heavenly Stem Sword in her hand, we disdainfully attacked her. Even after Elder Huang explained everything, we refused to acknowledge her, ignored her, and started fighting again. Then, with a graceful movement, she lightly swung the Heavenly Stem Sword, separating us all and easily subduing us. Using her extraordinary wisdom, she resolved the crisis for the Holy Immortal Sect, making us willingly acknowledge her. Furthermore, upon learning that she was none other than our most admired Young Master Mo Jun, we swore to follow her to the death." Saint Green's eyes shone brightly, her voice filled with rapture as she recounted the scene that had robbed the world of its color.

"I see. So the sect leader was poisoned?" Huang Ying nodded as she listened, then, recalling the potent poison Ao Jun had suffered, she quickly asked. She had witnessed firsthand the internal strife within the Holy Immortal Sect half a year ago; it was truly the greatest blow the sect had ever suffered since its founding. Yet, after the appearance of the sect pillar, it quickly recovered, as if the devastating blow hadn't affected the sect much. Regarding the sect leader, though she hadn't seen him, she had only heard of his arrogant and haughty demeanor. The various pavilion masters, who, aside from the previous sect leader, showed admiration and respect when speaking of the sect leader, even the cold and ruthless Sheng Lan, were no exception. She had always been curious about what kind of person the sect leader was. Could there really be someone in the world who could compare to Mo Jun's extraordinary talent? But she never expected that the sect leader was none other than the unparalleled genius Mo Jun.

"Alas, I, Sheng Zi, have dealt with poison since childhood, yet I only heard Uncle Feng mention 'Sorrowful White Hair' when I was very young. I searched through countless poison manuals and traveled the world, but I couldn't find a single word about 'Sorrowful White Hair.' It's truly unworthy of the title of the world's number one poison! Elder Huang finally found a record of 'Sorrowful White Hair' in an ancient book, but it was just a single sentence, haha... There was no cure, and he died from the greatest torment of body and mind! The world's number one divine physician and the world's number one poisoner joined forces, yet they were helpless against this poison, 'Sorrowful White Hair,' watching helplessly as our sect leader suffered the torment of 'Sorrowful White Hair,' his black hair gradually turning white, his life hanging by a thread. At that time, we really wished we could give our own hands to save him." "Cut them down, and they'll still call themselves a divine healer and a poisonous woman! Fortunately, Cheng and Dongfang are sworn brothers. After learning the whole truth, Dongfang spared no expense in using a great deal of manpower and resources to find the world's number one antidote—the Seven-Colored Lotus—from beneath the icy sea. This relieved the sect leader's suffering from the 'Sad White Hair,' but it only temporarily suppressed the poison for a month. After a month, he must consume another Seven-Colored Lotus, otherwise the sect leader will surely... For the past six months, we've been relying on the Seven-Colored Lotus that Dongfang found to suppress the 'Sad White Hair' poison. Huang Lao and I have never been able to find a complete antidote, and there's only one Seven-Colored Lotus left in the world." A layer of vicissitude and regret that didn't belong to her appeared on Sheng Zi's doll-like face as she blamed herself.