The pinnacle of the martial arts world - Chapter 39
Brain matter boiled inside the skull, blood boiled in the veins, and the heart couldn't take it anymore, exploding into pieces inside the body.
don't want--
The cloud barrier that had been held in his hand suddenly emitted a faint light.
The light was like mist, and the cloud barrier flew away from Tang Congrong's hand, bringing with it an unusually pale blue light, and in an instant, it flew towards Tang Qiefang.
A soft light shone from under the umbrella, enveloping Tang Qiefang.
Just then, a loud rumbling sound erupted in Medicine King Valley, and the ground seemed to tremble as well.
The light from the cloud barrier seemed to intensify because of this light.
Silver-haired woman screamed as the tip of her blade was deflected by the light, but the remaining force continued to pierce her own throat.
The vibrations grew more and more intense, finally culminating in a deafening roar. A white shadow, like light or mist, appeared before them in the blink of an eye.
It was a person dressed in white. Extremely white clothes, extremely white skin, extremely white hair; the whole person seemed sculpted from ice and snow. He didn't seem real; his whiteness was unreal, his beauty unreal. The beauty of his features possessed a breathtaking power, making it impossible to discern his gender or age. Such a person was simply not of this world.
He stared intently at the cloud-covered barrier, asking in a daze, "Is that you?"
The cloud-like barrier seemed to possess a spirit, and gently touched two dots.
He stretched out his hand, lost in thought.
The cloud barrier retracted automatically and landed in his ice-sculpted hand.
"How long has it been since I last saw you?" He held Yunluo Zhang tightly, as if he were holding his lover. "A hundred years? Two hundred years? Three hundred years?"
As the faint light left her body, Tang Qiefang jolted awake as if from a dream. What had happened? The knife hadn't struck? Calm, calm?
Tang Congrong lay motionless on the ground.
With just one glance, Tang Qiefang was terrified, staring blankly at Tang Congrong's hand.
The silver chain bit into Tang Congrong's hand.
Silver Chain, the most poisonous insect among the ten most dangerous insects in Miao territory.
Without a second thought, Tang Qiefang reached out to crush, strangle, poison, and turn it to ashes, when suddenly a hand grabbed his arm. "Although it's dead, its body is still highly poisonous. Don't touch it."
Chapter Seventy-Two
Central falling snow.
Tang Qiefang stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't understand for a moment, "It's dead?"
“Silver Chain is a hot poison, and it couldn’t stand the cold air from Cong Rong’s hands, but it was unwilling to give up the scorching blood of the mother snake, so it eventually froze to death.” Yang Luoxue put on a silver glove, picked up Silver Chain, and threw it into a box.
Tang Qiefang stared at him blankly. He heard every word he said clearly, but he couldn't understand what it meant. His mind seemed to freeze. He tried hard to think: cold air, freezing to death, mother snake blood...
Seeing his vacant eyes and the faint redness around them, as if blood was about to burst forth, Yang Luoxue knew that if he continued thinking, he would go mad. Immediately, she inserted a silver needle into his acupoint, but he did not fall down. His gaze slowly, slowly fell on the person beside him.
The man was lying there, his face pressed against the ground. The ground was muddy from the rain, and his face was dirty. The rain was still falling, soaking his face. It must be cold, right? Tang Qiefang instinctively picked him up and used her sleeve to wipe the water droplets and mud off his face. His face slowly became clean, and his drooping eyelashes resembled butterfly wings.
In that instant, it felt as if he were being sliced into pieces, each cut tearing his flesh apart. He cried out, "Congrong! It's you! Congrong! It's you!"
The sound was the howl of a wild beast. Yang Luoxue shuddered, finally recognizing the true owner of that ordinary face, "Tang Qiefang?"
Tang Qiefang suddenly raised his head, his eyes already bloodshot. Yang Luoxue reached out to pull out the silver needle that had been inserted into his pressure point, causing him to fall into a coma. Tang Qiefang immediately grabbed his arm, crying, "Yang Luoxue! Save him! Save him! He's been bitten by the silver needle! Bitten by the silver needle!"
Just as Yang Luoxue was about to remove the needle, her hand was gripped so tightly by his that it shook violently, causing the needle to twist and throb deep within the acupoint. Yang Luoxue felt a pang of pity for the incredibly sensitive and delicate nature of acupoints and wanted to pull her hand away.
His mind and body seemed to have separated; he felt no physical pain, only a tightening of his grip. "Yang Luoxue, save him! I beg you to save him—"
Is this Tang Qiefang? Is this the arrogant, lazy, willful, and haughty Tang Qiefang?
The young man with the jade belt and jeweled crown back then, without a word, turned his herbs to powder, raising an eyebrow and glaring at him, not letting out a sound of relief. He wasn't usually argumentative, but he wasn't exactly good-tempered either. From that moment on, they became bitter enemies.
Yang Luoxue suddenly felt a lump in her throat, squatted down, and said, "I will save her, I will save her."
Upon hearing this, Tang Qiefang released her grip.
Close your eyes.
The needle only takes effect at this point when it is inserted into the acupoint.
The walls of the house are all made of bamboo, and a faint fragrance of bamboo lingers in the air.
Yang Luoxue removed the silver needle from Tang Qiefang's body, and Tang Qiefang slowly opened her eyes.
Upon opening my eyes, silver ribbons... fiery light... fragrant flowers... a curved blade... soft light... that cold face stained with mud... like fragments of a dream, flooding my mind in an instant.
The silver chain biting into the tattoo was branded before my eyes.
There is no antidote for the poison of the silver chain, and no one knows this better than him, an expert in poisons.
Calm down, it turns out I'm the one who harmed you. If it weren't for the mother snake's blood, that venomous creature wouldn't have targeted you.
I've ruined you.
The initial madness has passed, and a bittersweet despair has dragged my heart into an abyss. I keep falling, keep falling, but how deep is it? I can never reach the bottom.
Chapter Seventy-Three
“He’s not dead yet, so you don’t need to look so mournful.”
"He—he's still alive?" Tang Qiefang suddenly opened her eyes, no words could describe the excitement she felt at that moment. She felt as if she had been reborn, as if she had been transported to another world. Her voice trembled slightly, "Where is he?"