“Heh,” Xue Ziye couldn’t help but chuckle, “It seems that the medical skills of the Envoy of Wonderful Wind are even more advanced than mine.”
"Master Gu is known as a national-level physician. Have you ever heard of 'Bathing in Spring Breeze'?" He smiled and slowly raised his hands, making a gesture of joining them together. Suddenly, it was as if an invisible dome expanded around him, and no matter how strong the wind and snow, it would melt away silently upon reaching his side with that warmth!
Miaofeng stood on the snow, her clothes fluttering in the wind, yet a gentle smile graced her face, her voice soft and melodious, radiating a warmth that seemed to emanate from within. She gazed at her intently, slightly taken aback—this aura, so warm and gentle, was utterly incongruous with the surrounding icy landscape!
"Since childhood, I have been fed the poison of ice silkworms. To resist the cold poison, I have spent twenty years finally refining the secret technique on the Sacred Flame Token." Miao Feng gently clasped his hands together, as if a warm current flowed from his palms, gentle yet surging, stirring with the cold wind at the valley entrance. In an instant, the snow within three zhang of his body vanished into thin air!
Greenie stared in disbelief, then overjoyed—indeed! This mental technique is likely the perfect remedy for Miss's condition!
Miao Feng smiled and lowered his hand, and the snowflakes around him continued to fall. He bowed and said, "Valley Master's medical skills are unparalleled, but compared with internal energy cultivation, acupuncture and medicine have their limitations. I wonder if I may have the honor of dispelling the cold for Valley Master?"
"Miss...Miss!" Greenie wrung her hands, gazing excitedly at the white-clad, blue-haired visitor, and murmured, "He...he really can cure your illness! Why don't you—"
"Greenie, shut up!" Xue Ziye said sharply.
Greenie stamped her foot, reluctant to let go: "Miss! You've been sick for so many years..."
"Life and death are predestined." Xue Ziye sneered at the wind and snow, her beautiful eyebrows raised. "A doctor cannot heal himself, as has been the case since ancient times—Master of the Wind. How could I, Xue Ziye, be someone who cowardly clings to life and is threatened by others? Lift the sedan chair!"
The maids had no choice but to lift the sedan chair again and leave.
Miao Feng stood in the snow, his smile finally freezing – this woman was truly difficult to deal with, impervious to both soft and hard tactics, and even willing to disregard her own life and death! He had been ordered to come, and had already considered many methods and made ample preparations on the way, but unexpectedly, he had encountered setbacks after trying several different approaches.
"Valley Master Xue! If you insist on refusing—" The once gentle and pleasant voice suddenly turned serious, faintly revealing a murderous aura.
Xue Ziye sneered: So, you've finally revealed your true colors? So this is all the Demonic Sect is capable of, isn't it?
“Envoy Miaofeng, you should know that if a healer is not willing, the patient will never get better,” she said coldly, a mocking look in her eyes. “I am not afraid of death, and you cannot threaten me. You do not understand medicine, so how can you tell whether my prescription is correct? If I simply add or subtract ingredients from the prescription and make a prescription that does not follow the rules of monarch and subject, your king will only die faster.”
"I understand the implications," Miao Feng said calmly, a smile playing on his lips, "Therefore, I have absolutely no intention of resorting to force or offense here. If Valley Master Xue insists on not doing so—"
He suddenly turned around and knelt down to the west, a short knife as bright as autumn water sliding out of his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, he pressed it against his abdomen.
"Since Miaofeng cannot return to Kunlun to report back, he has no choice but to commit suicide here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve Kunlun slaves behind him simultaneously drew their long swords and, without hesitation, slashed back, sending blood spurting into the air. The twelve heads rolled onto the snow, resembling twelve large, blood-red flowers in bloom.
"Ah—" The women of Medicine Master Valley had never seen such a horrific scene before. They screamed in unison and covered their eyes.
"Stop!" Xue Ziye shouted, pulling back the curtain. "Stop right now!"
Before the words were even finished, Greenie received the order and moved like a rabbit. In a few leaps, she crossed the stone formation and rushed to Miaofeng's side, reaching out to block the self-destructive slash—but it was too late. The short knife had already cut into her abdomen, and blood gushed out.
"..." Xue Ziye rushed over and saw Miaofeng fall to the ground, speechless for a moment.
She bent down and saw him clearly: he was about the same age as Mingjie, with strange long blue hair, an elegant and handsome face, and bright eyes. But unlike Mingjie, perhaps because he practiced that kind of gentle cultivation method, he did not have Mingjie's lonely sharpness. Instead, he exuded warmth from the inside out, and there was no trace of evil in him.
"Heh..." The man raised his head, smiled at her, and stretched out his blood-covered hand, saying haltingly, "Valley Master Xue...you...you...have already passed through the stone formation...which means you've agreed to make a house call?"
She let him hold her hand, feeling his blood slowly grow cold in her palm. Waves of turmoil crashed over her, leaving her speechless.
The people in this evil cult are just as insane as Mingjie!
Since he had been raised as a medicinal human using the poison of the Ice Silkworm since childhood, she could imagine the kind of pain and torment he had suffered over the years. But... why did he still risk his life for the King of the Cult? Were all these people from the Demonic Cult insane?
He persisted in not fainting, determined to wait for her final answer.
She didn't answer, but simply raised her hand to seal the severed blood vessel in his abdomen.
“Greenie, Little Orange, Blue Blue,” she stood up and beckoned the terrified maids to come over, “carry him into the valley.”
When she was lifted from the snow, Miaofeng was in so much pain she almost fainted, yet a smile appeared on her lips: she was right—Valley Master Xue of Medicine Master Valley fears nothing. Her only weakness is her fear of seeing death so close at hand.
He won.
Kunlun. West side hall of the Great Bright Palace.
Inside the sealed room, the two remained silent. Looking at the dismembered corpses that had just been collected, the red-haired giant, who had just returned and had a snake coiled around his hand, clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "Good heavens, thank goodness we didn't have time to act! Otherwise, this would have been our fate!"
"The King of the Church failed in his seclusion and went mad with his cultivation. He also managed to quell the rebellion on the side of the Sun Saintess. He must be severely weakened by now," Tong said coldly, leaning against a pillar and looking at the gray sky outside. "The cunning old fox... He was already weak and powerless at that time, but in order not to arouse my suspicion, he actually dared to meet with me personally."
If I had made a move then, I would have surely cut him down with my sword! It's just a pity that I was also intimidated by his bluff at the time.
"Damn it, Miao Shui didn't even send you a message in time," Miao Huo spat angrily, feeling resentful, "You missed such a good opportunity!"
Tong's gaze gradually sharpened: "Miao Shui is unreliable—it seems we still have to make our own plans."
"Indeed!" Miao Huo's eyes suddenly blazed with fire, and he clenched his fist. "Right now, the King has gone mad with his cultivation, and that scoundrel Miao Feng has been sent out. Only Ming Li is left in the palace. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
“Miao Feng should have arrived at Medicine Master Valley by now,” Tong’s eyes turned purple, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line. “Regardless of whether he can invite Xue Ziye, we absolutely must make our move before he returns! Otherwise, there’s no guarantee he won’t find out that I’ve taken the Dragon Blood Pearl—once that news leaks out, Miao Huo, we’ll be completely exposed.”
Miao Huo glared at Tong, furious, and shouted, "I told you, I was going to get rid of that woman! I really don't know what got into you back then, letting her live until now, she's become a huge problem, hasn't she?"
Tong frowned, but could not refute it.
Indeed, he should have killed that woman when leaving Medicine Master Valley. But why did he inexplicably let her go at that time?
He shook his head in frustration. It seemed that after this plan succeeded, he would have to go to Medicine Master Valley again no matter what—he had to kill that woman and put an end to any lingering thoughts he might have.
Otherwise, they will lose their lives sooner or later.
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Chapter Seven: The Sixth Night of Snow (Part Two)
He gripped the Bloodstained Sword tightly, his voice cold and harsh: "I will select a team of trusted men from the Shura Field to ambush them halfway—Miao Feng's martial arts are superb, and I don't expect the operation to succeed. I only hope to delay them for a while, so that we have enough time to make our move at our leisure."
Miao Huo nodded: "So, how should we arrange things here?"