Leng Wuqing remained silent for a long time, then suddenly looked up and smiled, "Fine, I promise you. As long as I keep him imprisoned forever, why should I take his life?"
"The antidote pastry for narcissus should be on its way."
Isoro asked in surprise, "Antidote pastries?!"
Luo Jinfeng looked at him with disdain and sneered, "That's right. Previously, the leaders of various sects in the martial arts world were ambushed. Young Master Leng remembered the antidote, and Duan Shuixian volunteered. She must have thought of some way to get rich again. She didn't even have time to save you and rushed back to the inn at the foot of the mountain to take on the task of preparing the antidote."
He only grasped Duan Shuixian's greed. He forgot one thing: in the maze, Duan Shuixian's robes were covered in dust. He rushed back so diligently because among the group of people imprisoned was the writer of "Jianghu Chronicles".
"Oh..." Wu Shilang suddenly realized and said, "Indeed, Father always said that if we were to find a reliable successor, Young Master Duan would be the most suitable. My forty-odd older brothers are really no match for him."
Leng Wushuang looked at her coldly, then suddenly remembered the marriage alliance arranged between the Xiao and Duan families that Leng Wuqing had casually mentioned earlier, and her eyes immediately welled up with emotion. She asked in a cool, icy tone, "When do we depart?"
Leng Wuqing smiled knowingly and cheerfully said to Wushilang, whose face was still full of worship, "Sister-in-law Wushi, why don't you stay here..."
"I refuse!" Without thinking, Wu Shilang glanced at Leng Wushuang and saw her frown. He coughed lightly and added very seriously, "I am the leader of the martial arts alliance. Logically speaking, I should be ahead of everyone else."
Young Master Luo laughed loudly and said, "Fifty, what are their criteria for choosing an alliance leader? Do they judge heroes by the number of bowls they have to eat, or by who snores the loudest and most peacefully while they sleep?"
Seeing that Wu Shilang's face turned green, he laughed even more heartily. But as he laughed, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "This trip to Baochan Palace is not for leisure. You have no martial arts skills at all, and we can't spare the time to protect you."
"I don't need your protection." Wu Shilang pouted, hiding behind Leng Wushuang, and complained to her in a spoiled tone, "Wushuang, after our last separation, do you really want to abandon me at a crucial moment?"
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She wasn't unaware of the danger; it was precisely because of the danger that she wanted to stay by Wushuang's side, even if it meant going to her death, at least they would be together.
Leng Wushuang's eyes flickered slightly, and after a long while, she replied resolutely, "No, I will definitely protect you."
The implication was that he had accepted Goshiro's nonsense and would take her with him even if it meant going through fire and water.
Upon hearing this, Wu Shilang was overjoyed. He grabbed Leng Wushuang's arm and the two of them gazed at each other affectionately, oblivious to everyone else around them.
Luo Jinfeng's expression darkened, a pang of sorrow gripped his heart. He turned his head away, deliberately refusing to look, and quickly walked away, leaving them far behind.
"Young Master Luo, where are your guards now?" Leng Wuqing asked, chasing after them.
"Wait in front of the palace." Luo Jinfeng glanced at him sideways, a smile curving his lips. "Palace Master Leng, don't forget that I'm helping you this time, and you must keep your promise to cure Wu Shilang of the poison."
Leng Wuqing returned his smile with a clean one, and said innocently, "I always keep my promises, Young Master Luo, please rest assured that I will completely eradicate Wu Shilang's poison."
He paused, then said with even more innocence and naivety, "She is, after all, my sister-in-law. We're family. How could I not help her?"
Luo Jinfeng gritted his teeth, gave a cold laugh, snorted, and ignored him.
Climbing from the cave to the Treasure Toad Palace, the mountain path was very rugged. No matter what, the three igongz in front walked with their clothes fluttering in the wind, as if they were walking on flat ground. Wu Shilang followed behind with a group of followers, first on two feet, and then on all fours, looking quite disheveled.
The three young masters all walked with spiders on their watch straps.
“Musou…” Isoro called out, his hands trembling.
Leng Wushuang turned her head slightly, frowned immediately, and reached out to lift her up from a group of crawling people as if she were carrying a package.
Cough cough cough, Goruro was so dizzy from being lifted up that his big eyes couldn't help but show a pitiful look of begging for mercy.
Luo Jinfeng stopped in his tracks, feeling a pang of pity. He reached out and said, "Young Master Leng, since you're making such a reluctant request, let me help her up."
"No need," Wushuang coldly replied, without turning his head, and suddenly shoved Wushilang onto his shoulder, changing from carrying him to lifting him up. Wushilang gagged a few times from being thrown around, tears welling up in his eyes, looking quite pitiful.
Enraged, Luo Jinfeng flashed forward to snatch it.
"You want to kill me!" Wu Shilang, who was originally being carried on Leng Wushuang's shoulder, was struck by Luo Dashao's palm for moving without permission. He couldn't help but howl in dissatisfaction.
Leng Wushuang's lips twitched, her face flushed slightly, and she finally pulled Wushilang into her arms. She gathered her energy and left everyone else behind.
"What a shy child!" Mouthless glanced into the distance, and after a long while sighed, "They really are brothers; he blushes easily just like me."
The crowd on the ground, with Luo Jinfeng standing, was speechless. It seemed that even the young master of the palace hadn't blushed at all!
"What kind of weird expressions are you all making?" Leng Wuqing laughed, raising his hand and pouring a handful of phosphorus powder onto the roadside. The crowd dared not say a word and carefully crawled around the phosphorus powder.
The journey was arduous, and everyone worked even harder, fearing that if Young Master Leng was dissatisfied, he might turn around and sprinkle some poison powder on them.
I never imagined that being swept down from there would be so easy, but climbing back up from the same spot would take so long—more than an hour!
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It was only at that time that they approached the water prison of the Treasure Toad Palace.
"Those crawling at the back, move to the front." Leng Wuqing suddenly stopped, smiling and waving, "Hurry up, hurry up."
Immediately, people began to climb using both hands and feet with tremendous effort.
It wasn't until the first group of people had climbed up for about half a cup of tea's time that Leng Wuqing nodded slightly, signaling the others to follow.
Leng Wushuang, carrying Wushilang, leaped out from the cave connecting to the water prison with a light touch of her toes. As soon as she landed, she frowned. The others who had climbed up earlier also looked confused and dumbfounded.
The water in the water dungeon had completely drained away, and the corpses of the Baochan Palace followers lay scattered on the damp stone floor, each clutching their weapon.
"Ah, Red Chacha!" Isoro looked up at Red Chacha nailed to the wall and exclaimed, "When I came out, he was still alive."
Hong Qiaqia's head was drooping, her eyes were wide open, her face was ashen, and her body was stiff; she was clearly dead.
Leng Wuqing remained silent for a long time with a complicated expression, then waved his hand to summon two guards and said, "Treat his body well and bury him with the rites of a protector of the gang."
He silently turned around, looked around, and after a long while, sighed and walked ahead without saying a word.
The further they went into the palace, the more corpses they found. Leng Wuqing pulled over a cult member huddled in a corner and asked, "Where is the old palace master? What's going on here?"
The cult member, trembling with fear, pointed and said, "The old palace master suddenly went mad, biting several cult members before hiding in the basement."
His symptoms of going astray have become more pronounced. He used to be able to control himself, but now he has trouble even controlling his temper.
Leng Wuqing's eyes sharpened, and he quickly took a few steps. Inside the Baochan Palace, the cult members who were still fighting amongst themselves were so frightened when they saw Leng Wuqing enter that they dropped their weapons, prostrated themselves on the ground, and pressed their faces to the ground, looking very devout.
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With a cold snort, Leng Wuqing waved his hand, sending out a cloud of pink smoke. The kneeling crowd swayed and collapsed.
"What a nuisance, what a waste of my medicine." He approached the throne, extended his finger towards the white marble toad, and gently touched the toad's eye. From beneath the throne, with a rumble, a long and deep inner passage spread out.
"Wushuang." Wushilang peeked out and tugged at Wushuang's sleeve. Leng Wushuang turned around and said calmly, "If you're scared, then stay up there."
Isoro turned his head and looked around. The ground was littered with corpses, and he couldn't help but shudder. He nodded and said, "Of course, they'll all go down with them."
Leng Wushuang took a few steps without turning her head, but then reached out a hand from behind. Wu Shilang jumped over, put his little hand in, and secretly chuckled.
The deeper you go, the stronger the stench of blood becomes in the secret passage.
Isoro hunched over. At the end of the inner passage, an orange-red candle was lit. A draft of light wafted through the passage, causing the candlelight to flicker and elongate and distort the shadows of everyone present.
Turning the inner path, the view suddenly opened up. There were flowers and grass, and even a lake of unfathomable depth. Leng Yun was sitting by the lake. Hearing the sound, he stiffly turned his head. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, making him look particularly eerie. His eyes were vacant. When he saw Leng Wushuang in the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. He laughed maniacally, "Wushuang, my good son, your father has been waiting for you for many years!"
Wu Shilang couldn't help but tremble, stopped in his tracks, and grabbed Leng Wushuang's large hands with both of them.
Leng Wushuang's eyes darkened, and he slowly released Wu Shilang's hand, shielding her behind him. He asked in a deep voice, "Why did you send someone to take Wu Shilang's life?"
Leng Yun's eyes darted around and she saw Wu Shilang behind Leng Wushuang. Suddenly, she said angrily, "I was going to have Tou Tou bring you here. Originally, no one knew, and even the people in the manor who knew that I had faked my death were all eliminated by her. Who knew that this little brat would suddenly appear out of nowhere and ruin all my plans?"
He was furious and stood up in a daze, shouting, "The most unforgivable crime is that she actually killed my sacred fire toad."
He gritted his teeth, and Wu Shilang was so frightened that he hid behind Leng Wushuang, only his eyes showing, which rolled around.
“Without the Fire Toad, I cannot cultivate the Great Law. Tell me, how can I not hate her? My dear son.” His eyes were sinister and wild.
"That only proves your incompetence." Leng Wuqing smiled and slowly approached him, her words sharp, as if to further provoke him.
"You have to admit that you've been defeated by a little girl who has no skills whatsoever. Your so-called great techniques have also lost seventy percent due to qi deviation. Leng Yun, you're just a piece of trash."
With each word he spoke, Leng Yun's face twitched, and her eyes grew increasingly confused.
“To this day, you, Leng Yun, are nothing more than an old man with a hollow reputation.”
He had already quietly gripped the Mandarin Duck Swords in his hand, ready to strike.
Leng Yun indeed went berserk, tearing at his hair and laughing loudly, saying, "Not bad, not bad, I'm just an old scoundrel with a false reputation."
His laughter grew louder and louder, as if he were going crazy. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he moved like lightning, attacking the closest person, Leng Wuqing.
The hook-like claws struck Leng Wuqing's twin blades with a loud clang. Leng Wuqing's face turned pale, and he was so shocked by the sudden attack that blood flowed from his ears and eyes.
"Step back, I'll handle this."
Like a black lotus blooming in mid-air, Leng Wushuang spun around to protect Leng Wuqing, and with a backhand strike, knocked Leng Yun back half a step.
“Indeed, when I was your age, I was not able to safely pass through the sword tribulation.” His eyes were clear, his speech was logical, and he had his usual kind smile, without a trace of madness.
Protected by Leng Wushuang, Leng Wuqing gasped, "You actually pretended to have lost your power due to a qi deviation!"
Leng Yun was very proud and said, "Since I can fake my death, why can't I pretend to have lost my power? Wuqing, you are good in every way, ruthless and shameless. I have always liked you, but you are a little inexperienced! If I told you that I have another wonderful way to suppress the signs of qi deviation, would you believe me?"
He smiled even more kindly, his face full of affection, looking at Wushuang and Wuqing, and sighed, "How wonderful, both of my sons have grown up so much, as handsome as I was back then."
Both Leng Wuqing and Leng Wushuang felt a chill at the same time, and goosebumps covered their skin.
With a gentle spring breeze, Wu Shilang looked on from afar and was deeply moved, for it truly was a traditional Chinese ink painting depicting a loving father and filial son.
If there hadn't been the subsequent conversation...
"Like father, like son!" The old palace master Leng Yun was even more delighted, his face becoming kind and amiable.
Leng Wushuang and Leng Wuqing both wore wary expressions, their bodies surrounded by murderous intent. One held a knife, the other a sword, neither daring to relax for a moment.
“Then,” the old palace master asked, puzzled, “which one should I start with?”
It's truly baffling that he would bring up such a shocking topic with such a kind face and such an approachable tone.
It's like saying, "The meatballs are pretty good tonight, which one should I start with?"
Ishiro felt a chill run down her spine, and at the crucial moment, due to nervousness, she suddenly felt the urge to urinate.
"Um, Young Master Luo, look around, is there anyone we can... you know?" She said shyly, lowering her voice to discuss with Luo Jinfeng beside her.
The tense atmosphere was immediately eased by Isoro's urgent need to relieve himself.
Luo Jinfeng was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Why don't you find a secluded place and take care of it right here?"
The three people facing off not far away twitched at the corners of their mouths in unison.
Leng Yun was the first to fly into a rage. He roared, "Wu Shilang, even if I don't eat my sons and keep them to breed, I will never consider you as my daughter-in-law. Look at how much you've ruined my aura."
Wu Shilang felt very wronged and roared at Luo Jinfeng across the room: "Old Palace Master Leng, you can't be unreasonable. At this critical moment, it's normal for people to have to go to the bathroom."
Leng Yun looked at her defiant expression and, remembering the fire toad that had died unjustly, was enraged. He drew his sword and roared, "I'll deal with you first, then I'll have my midnight snack." He gathered his strength, raised his sword, and was about to pounce.