Just as the green fingers were about to grab Igoro's face, suddenly, a section of a scabbard emerged from behind, cleverly hooking onto Igoro's collar. With a whoosh, Igoro was caught on the scabbard and sent flying.
Wu Shilang, who had fallen headfirst onto the roof beam, silently looked up at Leng Wushuang, whose face was covered in frost.
"You can't touch her," Leng Wushuang roared, sword in hand. "She's mine..."
Actually, I should say this: she's the one I'm responsible for detoxifying! You don't need to bother with beating her up...
Young Master Leng is good at shortening sentences, so the words he speaks undergo a qualitative change.
The burly men outside the hall immediately forgot about the poisoning and applauded enthusiastically. Even the First Madam wiped away her tears with her sleeve. This child had been led back to normalcy from the path of incest.
The Third Madam's offensive grew increasingly fierce, but Young Master Wushuang remained unfazed, one hand behind his back, handling the situation with ease. From the beam, Wushilang roared and clapped, "Wushuang, for the sake of a man's pride, send her flying... Use the power you have to split Mount Huang to send her flying..."
Leng Wushuang suppressed her raging anger, twirled her sword in mid-air, and her final move was the last move of Drunken Clouds. Like an elegant red-crowned crane, she gracefully and noblely leaned forward, pointing diagonally at the Third Madam's neck.
"Hahahaha, Leng Wushuang, don't you know your sword energy is slightly weak?" The Third Madam laughed wildly, her face full of fearlessness. "However, I didn't expect that you would still dare to use your internal force at this time."
Even Goro on the roof beam noticed something was wrong.
Although the young master Leng remained calm and composed, with star-like eyes and slightly pursed lips, it was obvious that large beads of sweat were dripping down his fair skin.
"Wushuang, are you facing a calamity?" The First Madam outside the hall suddenly became anxious.
The Leng family's swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled, but every practitioner of the Leng family's Drunken Flowing Clouds Sword will face a sword tribulation. If they cannot overcome the final move, they will gradually go astray and become possessed by evil.
Generally, the elders of the Leng family would not encounter their sword tribulation until they were around forty years old. Madam Leng was originally quite confident that Leng Wushuang could capture the three madams single-handedly, but she never expected that his sword tribulation would appear when he was only 20 years old.
“It’s alright,” Leng Wushuang said, focusing her attention and pushing the sword tip a little further. “It’s more than enough to deal with her.”
The Third Madam sat half-on-the-ground, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes filled with loneliness. She chuckled softly, "I don't care. Anyway, you've all been poisoned by me. It would be quite a spectacle to have such a large group of people buried alive with me."
"Why did you poison me?" Leng Wushuang asked coldly.
"Because I hate you, I hate the hypocrisy of you Central Plains people." The Third Madam on the ground suddenly burst out with anger, straightened her neck, and moved even closer to Leng Wushuang's sword: "You are just as hypocritical as your father, but you insist on pretending to be a gentleman."
Her words startled everyone, and then filled them with anger.
The people here have all received favors from the old master of the Leng family or the first wife, directly or indirectly. Their respect for them is deeply ingrained. Soon, someone jumped out and rebuked the third wife for her angry outburst, saying, "Nonsense."
"Hmph," the Third Madam turned her head to look at the person who had jumped out, and said with a mocking smile, "How long have you been in the manor? Do you know the true face of that old thief Leng?"
Her tone was filled with intense hatred.
"Fine, I'll tell you today what your good master did to me back then!" She sneered as she suddenly lifted her clothes.
On her snow-white skin, countless blue veins snaked and twisted, covering her entire body. With the flow of blood, they throbbed and pulsated, menacing and terrifying, like countless small blue snakes coiling on her body, flicking their red tongues, about to begin swimming.
"This outfit is proof that he used me as a test subject for poison."
"Twenty years ago, all you knew was that he fought to the death against the Miao people for my sake, but how could you have known that he actually harbored the intention to seize my village's sacred treasure?"
“Impossible.” The First Madam interrupted her, her face full of anger. “The old master’s martial arts skills are among the best in the entire martial arts world. He would never care about anything from your barbarians.”
She was always quiet and polite, kind to everyone, and rarely got angry. This was the first time she had reprimanded someone so harshly.
“Of course he coveted it,” the Third Madam sneered. “When he learned that the Red-banded Frog could enhance his martial arts by sixty years, he immediately set his sights on taking it.”
So what if you're good at martial arts? Everyone has times when they're not satisfied.
In order to improve his martial arts skills and obtain the legendary invulnerability to all poisons, the old master of the Leng family tricked Leng Yinshuang into giving him the sacred treasure of the Miao village.
“I was pregnant at the time, and my child was only three or four months younger than Young Master Leng,” the Third Madam said, looking at Leng Wushuang with hatred. “In order to get me to help him test the poison, he completely disregarded my child and forced him to give birth at seven months and took him away.”
The pain of losing one's own flesh and blood has haunted him for over 20 years.
Like a wound in the heart that can never heal, it bleeds profusely at the slightest touch.
For the past 20 years, every time she saw the First Madam looking at Leng Wushuang with a comforting gaze, her heart would bleed. Her own child should be the same age and just as handsome as Leng Wushuang.
Over the years, every time Bihe coldly watched her drink the dark soup, her hatred grew even stronger.
Those chronic poisons are administered in increasingly larger doses each time.
Because of that child, she had to endure all of this.
"Then why did you endure 20 years of suffering before finally taking revenge?"
The Third Madam's tears streamed down her face. Suddenly, her neck pressed against Leng Wushuang's sword, and her ten green fingers reached out towards Wushuang, completely disregarding the blood splattering from her neck. She looked as if she wanted to die together with him. The First Madam was shocked and drew her sword to rush over, but she was always a step too late.
As her blue fingers were about to reach for Wushuang's chest, Leng Wushuang showed no intention of dodging. His face grew even paler, his breathing became labored, his eyes were filled with pain, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
His sword tribulation triggered prematurely.
"Wushuang!" Seeing Leng Wushuang's pale face and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Wushilang was shocked. Without thinking, he bent over and jumped down from the beam. He landed hard and accurately on the Third Madam's head. The Third Madam never expected that Wushilang would jump down from the beam. She was hit so hard that she saw stars and foamed at the mouth.
"Lie down!" Wu Shilang steadied himself, leaped high off the Third Madam, and stepped on her thoracic vertebrae, cracking several of her ribs with a clattering sound, before lunging at Leng Wushuang again.
Leng Wushuang was already exhausted. If she hadn't been barely able to support herself with the Lingxi Sword in her hand, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
With that lunge from Isoro, he naturally had no strength left to defend himself.
She suddenly tackled him to the ground, his face pale as he looked over.
“Wushuang,” Wushilang clung tightly to Leng Wushuang, like an octopus with eight tentacles, poking his head out from his arms, and asked anxiously, “Are you alright?”
Leng Wushuang pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes blazing with anger. Though her face was pale, she still appeared quite spirited. "You, get out."
Strangely enough, after being jumped on and pounced on by Isoro, the pain in his chest was relieved somewhat.
While they were talking, the First Madam had already subdued the Third Madam.
Wu Shilang, still clinging to Leng Wushuang like an octopus, ignored the young master's anger, turned his head, and smiled shyly: "Um, Third Madam, I accidentally stepped on your chest a little, I'm sorry!"
The Third Madam burst into tears again. "Isn't that called 'slightly'?"
She offered no further resistance, clutching her chest, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Igarashi, "You...you're very good..."
It's too powerful; there's no weapon in the world more powerful than this.
She only bounced on herself a couple of times, and her ribs were broken.
Its destructive power is a hundred times greater than that of someone who has practiced martial arts for many years.
"Hong Yinshuang, why are you specifically targeting Wushuang?" the First Madam asked, drawing her sword. "Over the years, even if there's even a sliver of truth in what you just said, I believe my son and I have treated you well."
The third wife sneered and said sadly, "You have not wronged me, but he is that person's son, and I cannot swallow this insult."
She simply couldn't swallow this insult.
While Leng Wushuang was enjoying her carefree life in the martial world, her son was unaware of what kind of life he was living. He was imprisoned in a small room by his father, who was using him to blackmail his mother.
They're brothers!
However, this led to two extremely different fates.
One was as proud as a cloud in the sky, while the other was treated as a prisoner and pressed into the ground.
She refused to accept it, she would rather die than accept it.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain," the Third Madam said wearily, closing her eyes and weeping. Perhaps she would soon see her son, and these arduous days of testing medicine would be over. "So, I will not complain anymore."
Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes covering them, and a faint smile seemed to appear on her face. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from her mouth, black and red.
"She took poison." Leng Wushuang, who had been held down by Wu Shilang, had regained some strength and leaned against the wall, saying indifferently.
The Third Madam spoke her last words very vaguely, filled with melancholy and resentment, before closing her eyes forever.
The First Madam's sword fell instantly. The Third Madam's hatred was so intense, it didn't seem feigned. In other words, a large part of what she said was likely true.
My husband is really just as she described—ruthless, despicable, and shameless.
So, her husband, who was like a god in her heart, suddenly had a deep chasm, and her faith of many years collapsed. She felt as if she had lost her support and aged more than ten years in an instant.
"Distribute all the meat spirit mushroom pills." The First Madam waved her hand and placed the bottle in her hand in the hand of the nearest maid. "It can cure most poisons."
Then, dragging his feet, like a wandering ghost, he walked out.
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Fortunately, everyone was poisoned by ordinary poisons, and except for Giro, everyone's poison was completely removed in one go. Originally, the Meat Spirit Mushroom Pill was a rare and precious medicine, and it is estimated that the only remaining ones in the world are here.
From the very beginning, it was part of the first wife's dowry.
For many years, it has been a treasured possession.
When the Third Madam poisoned someone, everyone panicked, but the First Madam remained unusually calm, which was inseparable from the bottle of Lingzhi meat pills.
Unfortunately, it can only cure ordinary poisons, but it can't cure Gu poison.
"I'm the only one who's still carrying the poison." Isoro's mood immediately plummeted. He let go of Leng Wushuang's hand and hid in a corner, fiddling with his fingers.
Leng Wushuang calmed down a little, leaned on his sword, slowly walked to Wu Shilang, straightened his index finger, then bent it and flicked it on Wu Shilang's forehead, saying arrogantly, "With me here, nothing will happen."
His expression was arrogant, as if he were not comforting Igarashi, but rather making a solemn promise to Igarashi.
Ichiro was in a great mood and immediately transformed, pouncing like a bear and using both hands and feet to continue entangled with Leng Wushuang, nodding with a smile: "I believe you."
With his head tilted back, Goro looked like a pet dog that unconditionally trusted its owner, only lacking a wagging tail. His big eyes blinked, his small mouth was wide open, and he was laughing heartily.
This time, Leng Wushuang did not cleave Wushilang in two. His eyes sparkled, shimmering with light, and a faint smile escaped from his lips, as light and shallow as a secluded orchid blooming secretly in the night.
Fragrant and light.
Isoro froze, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, then turned and shouted to the sky, "Young Master Wushuang has been possessed by the Third Madam! He's actually lewdly laughing..."
He's lewdly laughing... He's lewdly laughing...
Whoosh, Leng Wushuang's face instantly turned cold to minus one hundred degrees Celsius. He kicked out with all his might, sending Wu Shilang flying, and then turned around and silently went berserk.
The room was left with a room full of maids and servants, who stared in disbelief as Fifty Lang crawled out from under the table.
With tears welling up in his eyes, Goro buried his face in his hands, squatted down, and began to recall and ponder... exactly when had he offended Young Master Wushuang again...?
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The hot springs are warm, and the wine is mellow.
A flock of snow-white pigeons flew in from outside the fence and all landed by the hot spring at Luoxia Mountain Villa.
"Young master, it's a carrier pigeon." The servant by the pool slowly held up a white bath towel.
An arm, glistening with water droplets, emerged from the pool. Long and fair, like the finest white jade, it appeared and disappeared amidst the steaming hot spring water, softly responding, "Mmm."
His voice was magnetic, making people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts, like savoring a cup of fine tea.
The pigeons by the pond huddled together, cooing loudly. One fat pigeon was pushed off the steps and flew into the sky in a flash.
It circled low for two seconds.