I was chased at the beginning, and I got the first quick sword

Chapter 521 Ten Thousand Poison Pools!
"You Zong?"
Why are you sitting in a chair like that?

Upon seeing the person in the wheelchair, Shang Qiuyu was overjoyed:
"Oh! Your leg finally got broken!?"

"But who is the person of insight to have done this? I, the Emperor, will surely reward them handsomely!"

You Zong's face immediately turned black.

Chu Qing coughed:
"It was done by the Heavenly Evil Cult."

The joy on Shang Qiuyu's face faded, replaced by a rather somber expression.
"I see... Although I cannot agree with the various actions of the Heavenly Evil Sect."

"But those who can break your legs aren't all completely heartless."

"I knew you were a heartless bastard!"

You Zong was furious:
"You went all the way to the Valley of Abandoned Gods, while I was busy running around outside trying to save your dog's life."

"And you're still gloating here?"

"Do I, the Emperor, need to remind you of the purpose of your busy work and running around?"

"You deserve to be torn to pieces for coveting another man's wife!!"

"Nonsense! Don't you have even the slightest bit of trust in her? She shouldn't have married you back then!!"

"Nonsense! Of course I trust her, but I don't trust you!"

Chu Qing's head was throbbing from their constant bickering, and she couldn't help but let out a soft shout:
"That's enough! You're all over a hundred years old combined, why are you still making such a racket? Where is the Yin-Yang Master?"

"This junior has come to pay a visit."

His next sentence already carried a hint of inner strength.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the Yin-Yang Master emerged from the room, sporting dark circles under his eyes and looking utterly displeased.
"You're here, so what's with all the shouting? It's outrageous to disturb someone's peaceful sleep!"

"I just fell asleep less than half an hour ago..."

Chu Qing glanced at the sky; it was only a short past noon, and there was still plenty of time before evening.
"At this hour, what kind of sleep are you taking, layman?"

"I haven't had a good night's sleep in almost two months..."

As the Yin-Yang Hermit spoke, he yawned widely, glanced at Chu Qing again, and suddenly paused, startled:
"Wait, it's you? How did you get in?"

"He flew in."

Shang Qiuyu helped Chu Qing answer.

The Yin-Yang Hermit rolled his eyes at Shang Qiuyu:
"And who are you? What did you say when I asked him that?"

"This emperor is Shang Qiuyu."

Shang Qiuyu introduced himself.

The Taoist priest glanced at him, and finally nodded:

"I knew no one would dare disturb my sleep, it turns out it was just a dream... I can't take it anymore, why am I so sleepy even in my dream?"
"Forget it, what does it matter if it's just a dream?"
You can sleep even in your dreams.

As he spoke, he turned and went inside, intending to continue sleeping.

A child emerged from another room, and upon seeing Chu Qing, his face lit up with joy.

"Is that you, young master? It's been a long time. How have you been?"

"so far so good."

Chu Qing nodded:

What happened to your master?

The boy glanced at the Yin-Yang Hermit's room and gave a wry smile:
"Ever since the young master brought that drop of poison, my master has been studying it day and night."

"Just an hour ago, Master said he was confident he could cure the poison... That's when I felt relieved and decided to take a nap."

"His mind is foggy right now, so please forgive any rudeness he may have shown."

Shang Qiuyu was somewhat surprised:

"He can actually cure this drop of water poison?"

"The Yin-Yang Hermit's medical skills are superb, so it's not surprising that he can detoxify... It's just that we arrived at the perfect time. It seems that Emperor Xuan was indeed destined to survive."

Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what the child said.

When I met the shepherd boy earlier, he said that the Yin-Yang Hermit had not yet figured out a way to break the curse.

As it turned out, just as I arrived, the Yin-Yang Master also happened to find a solution.

It was just right.

The child was taken aback:
"What do you mean by 'not destined to die'? Could it be..."

Chu Qing nodded and pointed at Shang Qiuyu:
"This is Emperor Xuan, Shang Qiuyu, who was just injured by the Heavenly Evil Sect with a drop of poison."

“Now that he has been poisoned, I brought him here to see if you have a way to cure him.”

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately headed towards the Yin-Yang Hermit's room.

Chu Qing quickly said:

"It would be better to let the layperson rest for a while, and then we can discuss it after he wakes up."

Shang Qiuyu looked at Chu Qing:
"You're not the one who's been poisoned, so why aren't you worried?"

The disciple of the Yin-Yang Hermit did not turn his head back.
"It's so rare to find someone who's been poisoned by this and whose flesh and bones are already rotting away. Why is he still sleeping? If such a powerful Xuan Emperor were to die in this Yin-Yang Forest after he wakes up, there might not be another one like him."

Shang Qiuyu felt a bit conflicted, sensing that something about what he was saying was off.

A moment later, a strange cry came from the room from the Yin-Yang Hermit.

After a while, the Yin-Yang Hermit, with his hair and lapel soaking wet and bloodshot eyes, emerged.

He first stood in front of Chu Qing and pinched his arm hard, as if to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

After feeling the excruciating pain, he smacked his lips.

"I never imagined that it really was the Xuan Emperor descending... I thought I was dreaming."

"Come, let me take your pulse."

Shang Qiuyu inexplicably felt a chill on the back of her neck, but she still extended her hand.

The Yin-Yang Master held his wrist for a moment, then nodded:
"Indeed, it is a poison that is only a drop of water. The poison is currently hidden and not manifesting, all thanks to the Xuan Emperor's unfathomable internal energy cultivation."

"Could it be an antidote?"

Chu Qing asked.

“If you had come a day earlier, this poison would not have been cured… but now, it is just the right time to cure it.”

The Yin-Yang Hermit beckoned to his disciple:
"Disciple, come here and prepare the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons."

"Yes."

The boy turned and left.

Shang Qiuyu feigned composure:
"May I ask, what is the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

"As the name suggests, I built another room behind this thatched hut, dug it seven feet deep, and put all kinds of poisons in it."

"It mainly consists of the five poisonous creatures, plus some extremely poisonous flowers and herbs, such as the poisonous herb Gelsemium elegans..."

"Using poison to generate more poison, and using poison to nurture more poison, will eventually create a pool of ten thousand poisons!"

The Yin-Yang Hermit replied solemnly.

Shang Qiuyu nodded, seemingly relieved, and then asked:
"But I wonder... what is the connection between curing this drop of water poison and this Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

"A drop of water is the most potent poison in the world, and can be called the ancestor of all poisons."

The Yin-Yang Hermit said:

"Therefore, finding a cure is extremely difficult. I racked my brains and searched through medical books and classics, and finally came up with a solution."

That is to fight poison with poison.

"Therefore, once the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons is ready, we will invite Emperor Xuan to enter the pool and suffer the pain of ten thousand poisons devouring his heart."

Shang Qiuyu suddenly realized what was happening, and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"I suddenly remembered that I have important matters to attend to at home, so I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned to leave. Chu Qing grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Don't make trouble..."

"Stop messing around!"

Shang Qiuyu's face darkened:
"Is this even reasonable? They say it's for detoxification, but you have to be bitten by all the poisonous insects and snakes in the Poison Pool first. This is truly outrageous."

"How can I, the dignified Emperor Xuan, endure such suffering?"

"Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of pain, but it's too dirty... What if I hurt my face again? My wife at home won't like it, what should I do?"

"...As the Xuan Emperor, you should be able to endure even more hardship in order to rise above others."

Chu Qing comforted him.

"Nonsense! Enduring hardship only means you can endure hardship, it doesn't make you a superior person."

Shang Qiuyu slapped Chu Qing's hand away:

"In any case, I will never suffer such humiliation."

Do you want the shepherd boy to be fatherless?

Chu Qing launched a flanking attack.

Shang Qiuyu indeed paused, but after glancing back at Chu Qing:
"It's alright. Since you're a man of great loyalty and affection, and you've known her for a while, it's fine."

Even if you two are truly innocent, if she marries someone else and suffers mistreatment, and comes to you crying for help... can you just ignore her?

"...What does this have to do with me?"

Chu Qing immediately said:

"I definitely won't get involved."

"Those children and grandchildren have their own blessings. How can I, an emperor on the verge of death, concern myself with so many things?"

Shang Qiuyu snorted.

Chu Qing didn't understand why this dignified Xuan Emperor would hum... but after glancing at You Zong, he smiled again:
"Aren't you afraid that your wife will remarry after you die?"

"Let me tell you, people wouldn't dare to do it while you're alive, but after you die, no one will care."

"At that time, someone else will raise your children and sleep with your wife."

“Even if your wife thinks of you occasionally, your daughter still has to comfort her and tell her not to think too much about it... After all, you wouldn’t want to see her sad in heaven.”

"I!!"

Shang Qiuyu suddenly turned around and glared angrily at You Zong:

"I will kill him first."

You Zong: "???"

I was just sitting here watching a play, and suddenly, out of nowhere, I was in danger of being killed.
Chu Qing quickly said:

“I’m not talking about him… Shepherd Boy said that his mother is over forty years old, but she’s still a great beauty, and You Zong isn’t the only one who covets her.”

Shang Qiuyu stood there, trying to revive her luck for a long time, but finally gave up in despair.
"Fine, I, the Emperor, will descend into the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons."

"Yes, that's right. It's better to live a miserable life than to die. Only by living can you keep what you want."

"Once you die, everything will be different."

Chu Qing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The Southern Region still needed this old rascal to guard the gate; he couldn't let him die.

The boy returned quickly and said that the Poison Pool was ready.

Chu Qing also went along, not just to watch the excitement, but because he needed Chu Qing's help as a master during the process.

Using poison to fight poison is one point. Throughout the process, not only does it require someone to protect the Emperor's heart meridian, but it also requires a force to help expel the poison.

Moreover, that person's martial arts skills absolutely cannot be weak...

Chu Qing is the best candidate.

Upon opening the wooden door, Chu Qing saw the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons.

Colorful snakes, crawling spiders, rustling centipedes, scorpions with their tails raised, and toads jumping around everywhere.

There was a layer of liquid at the bottom of the pool, of some unknown substance, and a few brightly colored flowers were scattered in the pool.

A thin layer of mist covered the entire pool.

Shang Qiuyu subconsciously swallowed and asked the Yin-Yang hermit:

"Are you sure you can use the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons to cure the poison from a single drop of water?"

"Logically speaking, it should be possible."

The Yin-Yang Hermit's answer was quite rigorous, and he didn't make any boastful claims.

Shang Qiuyu was stunned:

"Logically, it should be possible?"

"Of course, you are the first unlucky soul in the martial arts world to be poisoned by a drop of water, and also the first to be able to delay until the antidote is available. Whether it works or not, you'll have to tell me."

The Yin-Yang Hermit stretches out his hand:

"So, you may leave."

As a result, he pushed at empty air. After all, the Xuan Emperor was the Xuan Emperor... how could he be pushed down by the Yin Yang Hermit?

Before Shang Qiuyu could even feel smug, a hand was already on her chest, and the next moment, she was shoved into the Pool of Ten Thousand Poisons.

He possesses a poison so potent that even a drop of water can be poisoned; this poison is extraordinary and affects all poisons in the world.

Now that they had fallen into the pool, the poisonous creatures seemed to sense it and began to struggle, as if the pool water were boiling.

"Pretty Chu, I knew you had ulterior motives..."

Shang Qiuyu tried to struggle, but then she heard a series of hissing sounds as she was bitten by countless venomous snakes, centipedes, and scorpions.

But when he looked down, he saw that whether it was a venomous snake or a centipede that had bitten him, they had all died after being bitten.

The voice of the Yin-Yang Hermit entered my ears:
"Draw the poison into the body and fight the poison with poison!"

"Your Majesty, you need to take the initiative."

Shang Qiuyu was speechless. He had been bitten and had to take the initiative... Now that things had come to this, he was on a pirate ship and there was no way to get off. He could only obey orders.

He immediately shifted his internal energy, actively drawing in the deadly poison and circulating it through his bloodstream.

Chu Qing stood there watching for a long time, and saw that the poisonous creatures in the pool died one after another, from day to night, and then from night to day.

He asked the Yin-Yang Master several times when he should make his move, but the Master always told him it wasn't the right time yet.

Because Shang Qiuyu's internal strength was too profound, these poisons were far from enough for him, so more poison had to be added.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day that he finally let Chu Qing make his move.

By this time, all the poisonous creatures in the entire Poison Pool had died. Chu Qing struck Shang Qiuyu on the back with a palm strike, while the Yin-Yang Hermit used acupuncture with silver needles to lock the meridians and guide the two poisons to fight each other.

This will be a truly intense battle.

While Chu Qing and the Yin-Yang Hermit were struggling to neutralize the poison in Shang Qiuyu's body, the poison caused by the dripping water was being treated.

Hundreds of miles away, in a forest, a person was running at full speed.

His chest and abdomen were caved in, his white clothes were stained with blood, and even the golden sword in his hand was broken.

It was none other than Cao Qiupu, the man on the white horse and with the golden sword!
His face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself as he ran:
"No, I can't die... Someone actually tried to murder my third brother, this must be exposed..."

But at that moment, a figure flashed into view and appeared behind him.

Cao Qiupu sensed something, took a deep breath, and twirled the golden sword in his hand, emitting different sounds, like the clanging of metal and the galloping of horses, instantly stirring up a series of rushing figures.

Unfortunately, his Divine Sound Sword was broken, and the broken sword could not unleash the full power of the Seven-Tone Heavenly Sound Sword Technique.

The force of that palm strike caused the sword to veer off course, and the person was forced to stagger backward.

However, the Seven-Character Celestial Sound Sword Technique was no ordinary technique, and a wisp of sword energy still swept past the opponent's shoulder.

Cao Qiupu staggered back several steps, and just as he regained his footing, he looked up and couldn't help but shrink his pupils. His opponent hadn't been forced back by his sword strike, and the palm strike was already right in front of his face...

(End of this chapter)