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"Junior Brother, why didn't you say anything earlier?"
As he loosened his grip, Qi Xiao fell to the ground with a thud, coughing incessantly.
"You didn't give me the chance to speak either," Lu Yuan replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I was just too anxious."
Seeing Qi Xiao sitting on the ground, patting his chest to catch his breath, Lu Yuan suddenly realized. "You swallowed that pill laced with poison; does that mean you've succeeded now?"
Qi Xiao nodded, though he felt somewhat uncertain. "It should be, right?" After all, he was lively and well, without any issues at all.
The Fairy of the Surging Swan sat at the head of the table, gently clapping her hands, a hint of appreciation flashing across her face. "Many come to me seeking medicine; there are at least a thousand who do so. But you are the only one who dared to swallow both the poison and its antidote all at once."
"Aren't you afraid of miscalculating? The poison might counteract and kill you even faster?"
Qi Xiao smiled slightly. "The Fairy of the Surging Swan has a kind heart; surely she wouldn't want to see me die from poisoning."
The Fairy couldn't help but chuckle. If she were truly kind-hearted, she wouldn't have made friends with poison in the first place. Only those who could detoxify and counteract poison were her allies; those who couldn't and died on the spot were merely useless.
She lowered her gaze slightly. "Since you've passed the test, I won't go back on my word. Xiao Qing, bring forth the spiritual herb."
Xiao Qing responded and turned to enter the inner chamber. In a short while, she returned holding a white jade box.
Qi Xiao gently opened the lid and saw a petal inside. His eyes narrowed slightly—could this be a petal from the Seven-Leaf Cold Cloud? If this petal were used in medicine, it would surely be miraculous for him.
The Seven-Leaf Cold Cloud is incredibly rare and hard to find; even in Linlang Pavilion, such treasures are elusive. This petal could be used to refine a true Essence-Refining Pill! The current Essence-Refining Pills available on the market are merely low-quality versions concocted by alchemists who couldn't find Seven-Leaf Cold Clouds; their effects are worlds apart from those made with genuine ingredients.
He hadn't expected that the Fairy of the Surging Swan would see through his narrow meridians issue at a glance and specifically gift him this.
Qi Xiao bowed deeply, sincerely thanking her for her generosity. He knew well that not just anyone would receive such treatment from her.
The Fairy of the Surging Swan lifted her teacup and said lightly, "You helped me resolve a major headache; consider this your reward. If that scoundrel had truly disrupted things, it would have been quite embarrassing for me."
"Since you have obtained what you came for, I will not keep you any longer. Xiaoqing, please see our esteemed guests off."
Xiaoqing stepped forward, extending her hand slightly in a gesture of invitation.
Qi Xiao did not hesitate; he bowed once more to the Jinghong Fairy and then took Lu away with him.
As they walked further away, Xiaoqing turned back and couldn't help but mutter, "Holy Maiden, even if you admire that young man, it’s unnecessary to gift him the Seven-Leaf Cold Fog! This is something even the Palace Master would hesitate to part with."
The woman's gaze was distant and cold. Compared to embellishing something already beautiful, providing timely assistance left a deeper impression. If he could truly save my Tiangong lineage, what was a mere Seven-Leaf Cold Fog petal worth?
Upon hearing this, Xiaoqing couldn't help but gasp in surprise. "Holy Maiden, could he be the one the Palace Master mentioned?"
Shen Weixue nodded gently.
The Tiangong lineage was fortunate to have been granted the Qingluan Eye, allowing them to perceive the heavenly mechanisms and understand fate. Because of this, Tiangong held an extraordinary position in the realm of cultivation, standing apart from others.
However, seventy years ago, the Palace Master foresaw a calamity threatening the annihilation of Tiangong. The impending disaster was fierce and left no room for negotiation.
Unwilling to accept this fate, the Palace Master sacrificed three years of her life to divine the future and finally found a glimmer of hope amidst countless lifelines.
Shen Weixue clearly remembered what the Palace Master had told her: that young man was the true destined one. If Tiangong wished to escape this calamity, they must assist him in eliminating anomalies and set fate back on track.
After saying those words, the Palace Master went mad; peering into heavenly secrets rarely ended well.
And Shen Weixue officially inherited the Qingluan Eye from the Palace Master, shouldering the hopes of her clan as she waited in this small town of Baisha for several years.
Finally, she had waited long enough.
She just hoped that this legendary destined person would not let her down.
If Qi Xiao were to hear this, he would undoubtedly scoff at such notions. "What nonsense about destiny? It's all just suffering!"
"Xiaoqing, we've stayed here long enough; it's time for us to leave."
Xiaoqing bowed and turned back to pack her things.
A quarter of an hour later, the room was quiet and serene, devoid of any trace of their presence except for a cup of unfinished tea on the table.
Meanwhile, at Juchun Tower, the manager blocked a girl in blue with a flattering smile.
"This fairy, today Jinghong Fairy is not receiving any guests."
Lan Wanyu frowned slightly.
Recently, a sudden outbreak of insect plague had occurred in the northwest canyon of the Xianyao Sect, affecting many disciples who had entered for trials.
The lighter cases resulted in vomiting and fainting; the more severe ones led to poison entering their lungs, risking their lives.
Lan Wanyu and the Elder of the Medicine Hall pored over medical texts, finally devising an antidote. However, several disciples who were severely poisoned required a rare herb for treatment. The Medicine Hall had no stock, and Linglang Pavilion could not provide it either. Lan Wanyu heard that in Baisha City, there was a female cultivator who possessed countless rare herbs; as long as she could solve her riddle, she would be able to obtain them.
Thus, Lan Wanyu hurried through the night and finally found Juchun Tower. But now the shopkeeper said she could not see any guests?
Lan Wanyu was anxious. Why not? Naturally, it was because the Fairy Jinghong already had a guest. You see, the Fairy Jinghong only allowed one guest to answer her riddle at a time; if you arrived late, you would just have to wait.
"I can wait, but what about the other patients?"
The shopkeeper shrugged helplessly. "I have no choice; this is the rule set by Fairy Jinghong."
Lan Wanyu remembered the etiquette and rules; since she wanted to ask Fairy Jinghong for medicine, she naturally had to abide by her customs. She took a deep breath and asked, "How long will it take?"
The shopkeeper rolled his eyes thoughtfully. "That’s hard to say—shortest would be a few hours, longest could be a day or two."
"A day or two?" The girl exclaimed, her aura bursting forth and shattering the surrounding tables and chairs.
The shopkeeper broke into a cold sweat, repeatedly bowing his hands. "Fairy, please calm down! This is not my intention; it’s just how Fairy Jinghong operates!"
"How about this? Let me check inside; perhaps it will end soon."
Lan Wanyu nodded, her anger slightly dissipating. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she took out a small pouch of spirit stones from her jade ring and handed it to the shopkeeper. "I was impulsive just now; I hope you won't hold it against me."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up with a smile, his mouth agape in disbelief. "No need for such words! It’s only natural for you to be anxious. I’ll inquire for you right away."
Standing behind her, Ye Xiuyuan frowned in dissatisfaction as he watched him leave. "Senior Sister, you are working so hard to save others, yet some people are only after money—truly vulgar."
He pursed his lips slightly and looked at the girl in blue with a hint of pity on his face. "Senior Sister, you’ve been through too much these days!"
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