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"Isn't it just the Bone Setting Powder? Someone, bring it to Young Master Song," Zhao Meng said, her eyes darting around as she instructed her subordinates. She intended to use the same trick she had employed against Zhang Wuyou to deceive Song Qingyun, ordering them to bring not the Bone Setting Powder, but the Seven Insect and Seven Flower Ointment instead. Little did she know that Song Qingyun was not Zhang Wuyou; while she was cunning, Song Qingyun was even more formidable.
A sharp crack echoed through the air followed by Zhao Meng's scream as Song Qingyun broke her left arm.
"Master Song, what are you doing?" Zhang Wuyou exclaimed in shock.
Song Qingyun cast a calm glance at him and replied, "Of course, I am testing the medicine."
"But you don't need to break Miss Zhao's arm for that, do you? There are already three people available for testing!"
Song Qingyun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Junior Brother Wujie, this woman is our enemy. Why are you defending her?"
"I-I’m not defending her," Zhang Wuyou stammered, waving his hands. "I just think that since there are already suitable candidates for testing, we shouldn't let another girl get hurt."
Song Qingyun snorted. "Junior Brother Wujie, pitying someone must depend on the person."
His face turned beet red at her words. Although the members of the demonic sect were displeased with Song Qingyun's tone towards their leader, they recognized that she was Zhang Wuyou's senior and possessed extraordinary martial skills that made them no match for her. Moreover, they agreed with her reasoning and did not want their leader entangled with an enemy like Zhao Meng.
As Song Qingyun opened the box, Zhang Wuyou stepped forward to assist. Just as his hand reached for the Seven Insect and Seven Flower Ointment inside, Zhao Meng gritted her teeth against the pain and shouted, "Stop! That’s not the Bone Setting Powder!"
She hadn’t expected Song Qingyun to be even harder to deceive than Zhang Wuyou, and after suffering once, she didn’t want to endure it again.
Song Qingyun smiled and said to Zhang Wuyou, "See? This young lady is not worth your sympathy."
Zhang Wuyou's face flushed with embarrassment.
Zhao Meng's expression darkened as she glared at Song Qingyun. "Song Qingyun, I remember you now. Pray you don’t fall into my hands; otherwise, I’ll make your life worse than death."
Song Qingyun coldly replied, "You won’t have that chance. Hurry up and have your subordinates bring me the real Bone Setting Powder."
Zhao Meng gritted her teeth and said, "I already gave the Bone Setting Powder to Zhang Wuyou."
Zhang Wuyou was taken aback. "When did you give it to me?"
Zhao Meng replied, "The box containing the flower has a hidden compartment, and inside is the Bone Setting Powder."
Zhang Wuyou quickly called out, "Zhao, bring me the box."
Zhao and Yang Buhui had accompanied Yin Litong up the mountain and hurried over at this moment. As she moved, everyone focused their attention on her, and Yin Litong entered their line of sight. Seeing her uncle's miserable state, Song Qingyun was furious, barely restraining herself from breaking Zhao Meng's other arm and both legs.
Zhang Wuyou held the golden box that Zhao Meng had given him filled with flowers and examined it closely. Finally, he found the hidden compartment filled with black ointment that emitted a fragrant and refreshing scent. He took a small amount, apologized to Zhao Meng, and swiftly corrected her bones and meridians before applying the Bone Setting Powder.
Zhao Meng remained stoic throughout the process, gritting her teeth and refusing to make a sound despite the pain. Once Zhang Wuyou finished bandaging her arm, she let out a heavy breath and coldly said to Song Qingyun, "Can you let me go now?"
Song Qingyun replied coldly, "What's the rush? We'll wait until the medicine takes effect and we can discern the truth before letting you go."
Zhao Meng wished she could slice Song Qingyun into a thousand pieces. As a princess raised by her father and brothers with great affection, she prided herself on being exceptionally clever and not inferior to any man. She had led many heroes but never expected to stumble in such a way, constantly being thwarted by Song Qingyun. It was infuriating. She thought that Song Qingyun had overshadowed Zhang Wuyou in her mind, though it had nothing to do with romantic feelings.
After half an hour, Song Qingyun instructed Zhang Wuyou to check Zhao Meng's wounds. Zhang Wuyou examined her carefully and nodded at Song Qingyun. "This medicine is indeed genuine Bone Setting Powder."
Song Qingyun pushed Zhao Meng toward the Xuanming Elders. "Get lost. If you come back to Wudang Mountain again, it won't be as easy as just breaking an arm."
Zhao Meng was so furious she nearly bit through her silver teeth. "Song Qingyun, I swear I will destroy Wudang sooner or later."
Song Qingyun sneered. "As long as I am here, you will never succeed."
No matter whether through schemes or force, Zhao Meng could not surpass Song Qingyun and left the mountain in a fit of rage. Song Qingyun directly ordered Zhang Wuyou, "Treat Sanbo and Liushu's injuries."
Zhang Wuyou immediately complied eagerly, his obedient demeanor making it seem as if he were Song Qingyun's disciple. This caused the higher-ups of the demonic sect to frown slightly. The difference between their leader and Song Qingyun was evident! Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Shantai were overjoyed, stating that with Song Qingyun's performance today, she was more than capable of taking on the role of Wudang's leader.
The Bone Setting Powder proved to be remarkably effective. After more than two months, Yin Litong could move his hands again. It seemed that in the future, not only would he be able to use his limbs freely, but his martial arts skills would not suffer greatly either. However, Yu Shantai had been disabled for a long time and would find it difficult to regain his former self. Yet, observing the recovery of his injuries, it appeared that after half a year, he would be able to support himself with two crutches under his arms, using them in place of his legs to walk slowly. Although he would still be disabled, he would no longer be a complete invalid who could not move at all.
Zhang Wuyou had delayed for quite some time on Wudang Mountain. The people he sent out from the Five Elements Flag returned one after another with astonishing news. None of the members from the Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, or Kunlun sects who had ventured to Bright Summit had returned to their respective sects. Zhang Wuyou decided to lead the members of the Demon Cult to rescue the six major sects' people in order to resolve the longstanding grievances between the two sides. However, with many affairs still needing attention within the Demon Cult, he was delayed further.
Song Qingyun did not have such burdens. He was worried about his father and the various Shishu brothers. After seeing some improvement in Yin Litong and Yu Shantai, they might descend the mountain to investigate news about Song Manlou and others. Without many disciples to assist him, it was quite troublesome for him to gather information. Nevertheless, he eventually learned that the six major sects were imprisoned in Wan'an Temple.
By nightfall, Song Qingyun stealthily entered Wan'an Temple.
“Father,” Song Qingyun called out softly to Song Manlou.
Song Manlou and his four Shishu brothers were locked up together. They all heard Song Qingyun's voice and were taken aback.
“Azure Wind Antelope, is that you?” Song Manlou asked.
Song Qingyun revealed himself: “Father, Second Shishu, Fourth Shishu, Seventh Shishu.”
Mo Family Swamp jumped up: “Azure Wind Antelope, how did you get in here? Hurry and leave before you are discovered by the Barbarian.” Edge tried to push Song Qingyun away, but unfortunately, he was too weak to move him at all.
“Seventh Shishu, I’m here to rescue you. If you don’t leave, I won’t either.”
Song Manlou was pleased with his son's filial piety but was more concerned about his safety. He said, “We’ve been poisoned by the Barbarian; our internal energy is sealed. We can’t escape and will only drag you down.”
Song Qingyun replied, “Is it just poison that seals your internal energy? Can’t we force it out?”
“It needs to be done carefully,” Song Manlou admonished habitually. “This poison is stubborn and troublesome; it’s not something just anyone can expel from their body. Only someone with Grandmaster-level internal energy has a chance of forcing it out.”
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun relaxed a bit: “I don’t dare compare myself to a Grandmaster, but I’m confident my internal energy is quite profound and should be able to help Father and the Shishus expel the poison.”
Song Manlou became angry: “How arrogant! Neither I nor your Shishus have confidence in being able to help others expel poison; how can you? While the Barbarian hasn’t discovered you yet, hurry up and get out.”
Song Qingyun knew it would be difficult to convince his father with words, so he decided to take action directly. With a swift motion, he pressed his palm against Song Manlou's pulse point, allowing the internal energy of Wuxiang Gong to surge freely into Song Manlou's meridians. Wuxiang Gong was a superior technique, more advanced than the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which meant he could help dispel toxins without the awkwardness of covering his opponent's dantian with one hand.
Song Manlou was furious at his son's sudden action and was about to scold him when he felt the internal energy flowing into his body—dense, gentle, and profound—much stronger than his own. He feared that only his master, Zhang Sanfeng, could compare to this power. Looking at Song Qingyun's face, he realized he hadn't closely observed his son in a long time. He saw that Song Qingyun had grown into a remarkably handsome young man, with warm, crystal-clear eyes that contained an essence hidden beneath the surface, clearly embodying a state of simplicity and purity. Apart from Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingyun was the second person he had seen with such an appearance.
Though Song Manlou was filled with questions, the current situation made it impossible to voice them. As he felt his son's internal energy circulating within him, a trace of qi overflowed from his sealed dantian. He quickly focused inward, guiding that trace of qi to break free from the dantian and attack the toxins within his body alongside his son's internal energy, forcing them out.
An hour later, all the toxins had been expelled from his body, and Song Manlou's strength was restored.
"Elder Brother, how do you feel?" The other three stared intently at Song Manlou and Song Qingyun.
Feeling the surging internal energy within him, Song Manlou exclaimed, "My internal energy has fully recovered."
The other three were overjoyed at this news, especially Mo Family Swamp, who nearly jumped in excitement.
Song Qingyun addressed the three of them: "Please allow me to rest for a moment to recover my internal energy before helping you dispel your toxins."
"That's fine; you should rest quickly," Zhang Zhuquan replied. Although they also wanted to restore their internal energy as soon as possible, they understood that they could wait a little longer. They knew how troublesome the toxins in their bodies were; expelling such toxins would surely be exhausting—didn't they see how much sweat Azure Wind Antelope was producing?
After sitting in meditation for half an hour and recovering his internal energy, Song Qingyun helped Yu Muzhou restore his strength. Then he meditated again before assisting Zhang Zhuquan in recovering his internal energy. Finally, he sat once more before helping Mo Family Swamp dispel toxins.
During this time, all four felt the immense power of Song Qingyun's internal energy and were curious about how he had cultivated such profound strength. However, they waited until he finished meditating before asking him about it.
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