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Until someone kicked the door, there was still no sign of Qi Xiaomian.
Sang Qingxiao used a talisman to fill the missing person count, fooling the officials and revealing his identity in front of Yue. The two exchanged a knowing smile, avoiding any entanglement over their identities.
"Surely, he recognized us long ago," Li Cu said, her eyes lighting up. "I'm going to find him for a fight!"
Sang Qingxiao didn’t have time to stop her; he could only watch her retreating figure and remind her, "Don't make too much noise."
Qi Xiaomian returned at night, and when the door was knocked on, he heard someone say they were looking for Old Vine.
"Are you injured?"
Sang Qingxiao hurriedly let him in, noticing there were no bloodstains on him. "What happened?"
"I've been poisoned."
Old Vine placed a branch against his pulse and quickly reached a conclusion. "This poison is quite potent. The one who poisoned you is well-versed in toxicology and clearly meant to kill you. Fortunately, your Inner Strength is deep, and with your Demonic Body's resilience, you managed to return."
"In fact, your constitution is similar to that of a demon; you have self-repairing abilities. Even without finding a healer, you'll only suffer weakness and pain for a while—it won't take your life."
Qi Xiaomian chuckled bitterly. "It seems my demonic nature was right; it has saved my life several times."
"But you must take care of your body. There are always exceptions; don't be overconfident."
Qi Xiaomian humbly replied, "Your teachings are noted; I'll pay attention next time."
"Next time?" Old Vine continued working without pause, administering a series of acupuncture points that significantly reduced the pain. "This poison is quite valuable; several of its ingredients are rare. The poisoner really spared no expense."
"He recognized me, so without hesitation, he used this poison to try to kill me," Qi Xiaomian laughed, the sound turning into an unsettling cackle.
He began to laugh uncontrollably, veins bulging as tears streamed down his face from laughter that turned into coughing fits that brought up blood.
Sang Qingxiao had never seen him like this; each laugh seemed soaked in blood, hatred, pain, and helplessness.
The Demonic Nature within him slowly began to rise, a mysterious black vein creeping up his entire arm and gradually spreading.
Old Vine suddenly struck Qi Xiaomian on the forehead. "Stop laughing! I almost made a mistake and killed you—what a disaster that would be for my reputation!"
Qi Xiaomian was momentarily stunned by the hit but quickly sensed something was wrong with him. He focused on suppressing his Demonic Nature while Sang Qingxiao helped by throwing a few talismans at him.
After some time, the black markings on his body finally faded away completely.
"Sorry, I lost control."
"Cold snorted, whoever provoked you, just deal with them. Why bother sulking by yourself?"
"I am not sulking," Qi Xiaomian defended.
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