Chapter 13: The Double Saints of Medicine and Poison

  "Ice Aunt, is there a bloody smell in the air?" Under her silver mask, Zhu Xiang's good-looking eyebrows were tightly furrowed. She was naturally sensitive to smells, and her most powerful weapon wasn't a sword or martial arts, but an intangible scent.

  In Jianghu, she is known as Xiang Feng Luo Sha, that title isn't a joke.

  "In what direction?" Ice Aunt's gaze fell on Zhu Xiang's body, and her raised heart couldn't be put down.

  "Right ahead." Zhuxiang stretched out his hand, pointing to the faintly discernible small path in the woods, which was not very clear under the thick fog.

  A sudden "ding" in his mind, he said: "That is the road from Jingyue An to here."

  "We'll go take a look." No matter what the outcome was, she had to see it with her own eyes. A cold sweat broke out on Ice Aunt's forehead, Electric Spirit had told her that Cold Zhiyue didn't know martial arts and didn't have internal energy, but she was extremely sensitive, those close to her, she could clearly sense where that person was.

  Such a cold and frosty Lian Yu, really made her worry excessively.

  "Yes." Zhu Xiang followed Ice Aunt closely, taking care of her nearby. Dian Ya went ahead to clear the path, and the three of them advanced rapidly forward.

  About the time it takes to drink three cups of tea, the electric soul stopped its footsteps, looking at the corpses lying horizontally and vertically on the ground, with blood-red eyes under the golden mask, revealing a strong killing intent.

  "Who are they?" Ice Aunt asked coldly, looking around at the ten corpses. What's strange is that there aren't any intense signs of struggle, so what happened?

  He crouched down to examine the still warm corpse, and said in a low voice: "Six of them are from Qi Sha Men, and the other four are among the eighteen golden assassins of Ting Feng Lou. There are two groups of people who intend to harm the young master."

  "Cough, cough..." Who is it? Who exactly wants to buy trouble with Leng Ziyue? She won't let anyone off, absolutely not.

  "Bing Yi, don't worry, the young master is definitely fine. These assassins are all one-hit kills, their methods are clean and efficient, and there are no other wounds on their bodies." Zhu Xiang comforted Bing Yi, who was emotionally agitated, her eyes falling on the leaf on the deceased's neck. The wound from the leaf was something that even Mei Xiang might not be able to do.

  Harming someone is possible, but it's absolutely impossible to cut off their entire trachea.

  "The young master must have been injured, we must find her as soon as possible." The shock in Dian Cui's heart was understandable, he urgently wanted to know how Leng Ziyue had managed to fight off ten assassins with her bare hands, her body was so fragile, it was really unthinkable.

  Ice Aunt let go of Zhu Xiang's hand and coldly ordered: "The Seventh Killing Gate and the Listening Wind Pavilion must not be left behind. Also, mobilize all the people in the Youyin Pavilion who can move to find out where the young master is, and bring her back safely to the Youyin Pavilion without any mistakes."

  "Yes." The two responded in unison, they wanted to find out about Leng Ziyue's whereabouts more than anyone else, because they had a kind of inexplicable respect for this new Grandmaster, and also because of their curiosity.

  Leng Xueyu was an enigma in their hearts, shrouded in mystery.

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  The Valley of Dismay

  A limpid pool of water, the bank is lined with red flowers and green willows, the oriole sings and the swallow dances, refreshing the heart.

  In the small bamboo house in the middle of the lake, an old man in his seventies wearing black clothes sat in a rocking chair, stroking his white beard with one hand and holding a delicate wine jug with the other. He would occasionally glance at the stunning woman sleeping on the bed inside, and occasionally take a sip of the fragrant and mellow fine wine.

  He was a strange old man on the rivers and lakes, feared by everyone, who never interfered with others' business. But he broke his own rules for the doll on the bed. When she faced ten killers much stronger than her, he remained calm and composed, without any fear in his eyes, but instead, with a hint of interest.

  What kind of girl is she, shouldn't a little yellow-haired girl like her be screaming and crying at this age?

  Why is she, who obviously has no martial arts skills, still unmoved?

  Just as he couldn't bear to lend a hand to save her, he saw her move, and that ghostly figure made him extremely shocked. A small leaf in her hand became a deadly weapon, and a handkerchief could also take someone's life, and it was very neat. She was like a treasure waiting for him to dig up.

  The last killer fell at her feet, the old man couldn't sit still, this little girl was to his taste, evoking his intense interest, but after she said that sentence, he made up his mind to take her as an apprentice.

  He spent his whole life studying hard and devotedly, and he must have someone to inherit his legacy.

  This girl seemed to have known he was in the tree all along, but she didn't ask him for help and survived on her own. A stubborn yet heart-wrenching child.

  "Where is this?" Leng Xue's cold and slightly hoarse voice interrupted the old man with white beard's meditation, pulling him back to the mortal world.

  She missed the appointed time, and if Electric Soul couldn't contact her, it would definitely cause big trouble. Although You Yin Ge had not been involved in the world for a long time, its strength was still there, and it would inevitably stir up bloodshed.

  Hua'er discovered that she was gone, and it must have been a commotion, Leng Ziyue rubbed her sore forehead, really hating this body, just moving around for a few moments, yet still able to exhaust herself.

  "This is my turf, little old man." A figure flashed by, and a magnified old face appeared in front of Leng Ziyue, almost nose to nose with her.

  Leng Xue's eyebrows furrowed, and she said in a cold voice, "I know this is your territory. What I want to know is the location of this place."

  "Not even a bit cute, the old man still saved you, and you didn't even say thank you. Instead, you're giving me attitude? Hmph, I'm angry." A pair of sharp eyes stared straight at Leng Ziyue, he just wanted to see more human emotions from her, rather than being cold as ice.

  The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily. She knew she was a girl and didn't need him to remind her repeatedly, calling her "girl" - how dare he think of it.

  "After watching the play, one always has to pay the price. You and I don't owe each other anything." This old man had noticed her presence since she walked into that grove of trees; if he hadn't been harmless and not an assassin, he would have been a big trouble indeed.

  Just because, with her current skills, she can't kill him.

  If he had come to kill her last night, then with that last breath, she could have sent him on the road to the underworld.

  "Haha, I like your temper, little girl. Why don't you become my apprentice?" The old man's face was creased with smile lines, and his wrinkled face became endearing. If he had any ill intentions towards her, she would have probably ended up on the road to the afterlife last night.

  Or he was still unwilling to be her apprentice?

  "No." Leng Xueyu rejected bluntly, she didn't want to find trouble for herself.

  "Why not." The old man was furious. Many people wanted to be his apprentice, but the girl he chose actually said no, which was too hateful.

  Leng Xueying lifted her eyelids, but didn't look at a certain person's thoroughly dark old face. She got out of bed by herself and was about to leave the place. There were still many things waiting for her to do.

  "Your body is very weak, can you guarantee that after going out, you won't encounter a more formidable killer than those ten people? What's wrong with learning martial arts from me?" The old man spoke with a belly full of grievances, pitifully staring at Leng Ziyue, as if he was the one who had been abandoned.

  His forehead was covered with black lines, and Leng Xueying hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "What skills do you have that are worth my worship as a teacher?"

  "Old man, I am the dual saint of medicine and poison, only you don't know what's good. His medical skills and toxic arts are unmatched in the world, and the name Murong Cang was a name that shook the rivers and lakes forty years ago, known to all."

  Leng Xue's eyes lit up, and her slightly lowered eyelids didn't miss the fleeting desolation in the old man's eyes, her heart slightly moved.

  Being both a medical and poisonous saint, he should be able to create the Marrow Cleansing Pill in his territory. Then she can get rid of this weak body as soon as possible, avenge herself, and leave Qi Yue State.

  "I won't acknowledge you as my master, will you refuse to teach me?" Her tone had a few more hints of recklessness, she was certain that Murong Cang wouldn't reject her.

  His thoughts were guessed, Murong Cang's old face turned red, the little girl was really too clever, making him a bit overwhelmed, how he thought what this girl all knew.

  "It depends on your performance." He stared at Leng Ziyue thoughtfully, having examined her wound and knowing that she had a rare bone structure and excellent meridians, making her a martial arts prodigy who might appear only once in a thousand years.

  After searching for dozens of years, he still hasn't met anyone who can be compared to this little girl. Even if she doesn't want to call him Master, he is willing to teach her all his life's knowledge.

  "I won't let you down." After finishing speaking, Qing Xueye calmed down and looked at the emerald lake outside. The place was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a beautiful landscape, and it would take some time to leave.

  "Girl, don't get any ideas. With your current skills, you can't leave Duanxin Valley yet. However, I, an old man, can act as a messenger for you and notify the people you want to inform that you are safe." Murong Cang didn't want his newly found gatekeeper disciple to die prematurely, so he would run errands if needed.

  Leng Xueyu was taken aback for a moment, pursed her lips and said: "Thank you."

  Digression

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