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As soon as the elixir entered her throat, it burned like a ball of fire, causing her to involuntarily moan.
Staggering, she stumbled out of the Alchemical Room. The scenery before her seemed to blur into a surreal image, and her steps grew heavier until she finally collapsed onto the ground.
Passing eunuchs and palace maids quickly gathered around, their faces filled with terror at the sight.
"What happened to her? Is she going to die?" they murmured among themselves.
"Qing Huai..." Emerald Flower felt a wave of sorrow wash over her, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She raised her hand to wipe them away, only to suddenly realize that her hand had transformed into a furry beast's paw.
"Ah—" Emerald Flower tried to scream, but the sound that escaped her lips turned into a tiger's roar.
Someone shouted nearby, "Oh no! The Empress has been consumed by the Tiger Demon! Quickly, summon the National Master!"
Hearing Leng Qinghuai's name ignited an unknown strength within her, and she leaped up with a sudden burst of energy.
At that moment, one thought consumed her mind: to find Qing Huai; even if it meant death, she wanted to die in front of Qing Huai.
However, a massive net descended from above, ensnaring her tightly. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free. The sharp net cut into her hands, leaving deep, painful gashes.
"This beast is the Thousand-Year Tiger Spirit! It seems the Empress has already fallen victim to it. We must burn this monster to avenge her!" Green-Robed Taoist arrived, chanting incantations as the net tightened around her.
Emerald Flower felt as if every bone in her body was about to be crushed. In her heart, she desperately cried out, "Qing Huai! Qing Huai! Save me!"
At that moment, a sudden burst of purple light illuminated the sky, dyeing the entire palace in shades of violet.
"Am I dying and hallucinating? I haven't even tackled Leng Qinghuai yet; how can I report to the King of Hell?!"
"Who dares to harm her?!" Leng Qinghuai rushed in from Ziyang Palace, his white robe still pristine as if he walked on white lotus flowers, each step blooming with grace.
"What a beautiful celestial figure," Emerald Flower thought dreamily, even in the midst of danger.
Green-Robed Taoist clasped his hands and said, "Grand Master, look closely; this is a fierce tiger that harms others!"
With an expressionless face, Leng Qinghuai pushed him aside and swung his sword to sever the great net.
Emerald Flower broke free and looked up at Leng Qinghuai, her large eyes filled with tears. She whimpered, making sounds that no one could understand.
"You all are blind! Can't you hear? She's crying out in pain... calling for Leng Qinghuai... Save me!" Leng Qinghuai fell to his knees, choking back sobs as he embraced Emerald Flower, who had transformed into a fierce tiger.
"Don't listen to the National Master’s nonsense; they are in cahoots!" Green-Robed Taoist, furious and embarrassed, grabbed his sword and aimed to stab the tiger.
Leng Qinghuai turned around and caught the sword's tip with his hand, crimson blood rolling off like pomegranate seeds. With a sudden force, the sword turned to dust in his grip.
Seeing the situation turn dire, Green-Robed Taoist immediately transformed into an Azure Toad and hurriedly burrowed into the grass.
The crowd gasped in shock; they had not expected this old Daoist to be such an ugly frog.
“Qing Huai, does it hurt?” Emerald Flower leaned down, carefully licking the wound on Leng Qinghuai's palm.
The pain in Leng Qinghuai's heart was stirred once more by her gentle touch, inch by inch eroding his soul.
He agonized in his thoughts: “What can I do to save her? What must I do to ensure she no longer suffers?”
“Damn Demon Sorcerer!” Leng Qinghuai gritted his teeth, chanting a spell as he prepared to summon his sword to capture that Demon Sorcerer.
At that moment, a very familiar voice echoed from the sky.
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