Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Murong Fu used his innate true energy to remotely take Ding Chunqiu's pulse.

He shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Wu Yazi said, "How much longer can this scoundrel live?"

Murong Fu frowned and said, "Ten?"

Wu Yazi asked in confusion, "Ten days? Ten hours?"

Murong Fu then said, "Nine...eight..."

As expected, Murong Fu stopped counting, but around the time he had estimated, Ding Chunqiu's body began to struggle violently.

Murong Fu explained, "This old monster of the Star Constellation has accumulated toxins in his body for decades, but his internal strength has also become increasingly profound along with the toxins. He can manipulate and control the toxins with ease."

Now that your inner strength has been completely drained from him, the toxins within his body are erupting, and he's about to turn into a pool of pus.

Wu Yazi, who had been persecuted by them all his life, was naturally overjoyed to hear this.

Thinking about it, this outcome of dying from poisoning was indeed much better than the result he had previously anticipated: killing Ding Chunqiu with a single finger.

But Murong Fu added, "The release of this toxin can actually be divided into civil and military methods."

Currently, this type of poison, which begins to spread throughout the body and erupts instantly, can be considered a form of martial arts poison.

If you press his acupoints and let his toxins spread slowly... that is literary poison.

The martial poison will spread throughout the body in a short time, causing death, while the literary poison will be released slowly, perhaps lasting up to ten days…”

"We need 'literary poison'!"

Before Murong Fu could finish speaking, Wu Yazi resolutely said...

Although the Free and Unfettered Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, they have always been decisive in their killings.

Although Wu Yazi was not like his senior and junior sisters, who would kill at the slightest disagreement, he was by no means a soft-hearted person.

He didn't kill many people in his life, not because he was unwilling to kill, but because he disdained killing.

He was injured and crippled by Ding Chunqiu, a traitorous disciple who betrayed his master and ancestors. He endured this for 30 years and had long harbored deep hatred for him.

Moreover, even an ordinary person would be willing to inflict more pain on a villain like Ding Chunqiu, let alone Wuyazi who was cuckolded and had his back broken.

Murong Fu naturally nodded.

Then, Mingyu unleashed her true energy, striking Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu immediately stopped convulsing, as if he had been freed from the pain. But this was not a good outcome, as it meant that the toxins in his body would not kill him in a short time, but would slowly torment him, making him tired of the pain until he died completely.

During this time, he would repeatedly wish to end his life, but no one helped him. He couldn't move at all, so he couldn't commit suicide. He could only silently endure the torment of these 10 days, which felt like an eternity.

But in Wu Yazi's heart, he had endured 30 years of torment, and even letting Ding Chunqiu be slowly poisoned to death was too good for him.

But after all, he had always been a man who did not contend with the world. He had disdained killing since childhood, and naturally he would not take pleasure in Ding Chunqiu's suffering.

He quickly composed himself, then asked Wang Yuyan to leave and called Su Xinghe in from outside.

After Wang Yuyan left, Wuya Zi said to Murong Fu:

"My dear son-in-law, this is the sect leader's ring, a token of the sect leader of my Free and Unfettered Sect. Please accept it."

Let's give it to Yu Yan when the time is right.

Murong Fu was puzzled and didn't know why the other party would give him the sect leader's ring, since he didn't have any of the Free and Unfettered Sect's skills, let alone the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Wu Yazi said, "Before, I lost my ambition and only wanted to take revenge and pass on my inner strength, so I naturally didn't plan for the long term."

But now that Yu Yan has inherited my skills, with her talent, it is indeed possible for her to master "Free and Easy Wind Control".

As for the three great divine skills of my Free and Unfettered Sect, you have already obtained the Lesser Formless Skill and the Northern Darkness Divine Skill.

But I don't know the "Eternal Youth and Longevity Technique" at all; besides my master, only my senior sister knows it.

"Although Yu Yan is very talented, there is one thing that is a great disadvantage."

That's because he looks too much like his maternal grandmother, Li Qiushui. My senior sister, Tianshan Tonglao, and my junior sister have never gotten along since childhood.

Although they were said to be at odds, it was actually Qiu Shui who was in the wrong first.

The two were just bickering and jealous of each other, but at the crucial moment of my senior sister's training, Qiu Shui deliberately made a loud noise, causing my senior sister to break her cultivation, resulting in her ceasing to develop and remaining like a child for the rest of her life.

This kind of enmity can be described as a life-or-death feud.

My senior sister's kung fu was better than mine and my junior sister's combined, but he didn't kill my junior sister.

It's clear that she still cherishes some camaraderie among her fellow disciples, something Qiu Shui lacks in comparison.

Therefore, if the divine skill is to be passed down, it still has to be you who goes.

Murong Fu understood; it turned out that the ring was given to him first so that he could acquire the divine skill. So he said, "Why doesn't Senior go himself?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi sighed deeply and said, "It's not that I don't want to go, it's just... it's just..."

Murong Fu understood that although Wu Yazi's life seemed carefree, it was actually quite muddled. It is said that every family has its own troubles, but Wu Yazi had two troubles when he was young. In the end, he chose Li Qiushui, but ended up in such a miserable state.

Now, it might be difficult for him to see his senior sister again.

So he took the sect leader's ring and put it on his thumb.

Upon closer inspection, it is indeed a beautiful piece of jade, and it is quite lovely when crafted.

Murong Fu was capricious and lazy. He figured it made no difference whether he wore it or his cousin wore it.

As for when to ask for that divine skill, Murong Fu didn't think about it in detail.

No rush, no rush.

A short while later, Su Xinghe walked in and saw that Wu Yazi was still full of energy, while the person lying next to him was none other than Ding Chunqiu.

So he immediately kowtowed and said:

"Master, have we avenged our great enemy?"

Wuya Zi, however, adopted the demeanor of a wise man and said in a deep voice:

"Xinghe, the great enmity between my master and me has been avenged. You have suffered all these years."

Su Xinghe quickly waved his hand and said, "It's not bitter, it's not bitter."

Master, it was you who taught me martial arts and skills.

I can never repay your kindness in my lifetime. What are the hardships I've endured all these years compared to what has truly been suffered by you, Master!

Su Xinghe spoke with such heartbreaking emotion that even Wu Yazi was moved, his eyes reddening.

After watching the two calm down, Murong Fu asked, "What are your plans, Senior?"

Wu Yazi looked at Murong Fu with some confusion and said, "Originally, what plans could a dying man like me have? I never thought about tomorrow."

Murong Fu said, "Would you be willing to return to Yanziwu in Gusu with me and stay for a long time?"

In the future, when I'm enjoying my retirement, I can also guide Yu Yan in her attempt to reach the Grandmaster realm.

Murong Fu went to such great lengths to help Su Xinghe avenge himself, partly because they were close relatives.

Another reason is the belief that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

Wu Yazi, an old treasure who is nearly a hundred years old, is even more useful. Keeping him in the house will greatly ensure both the protection of the house and security.

From now on, no matter how powerful the people Murong Fu offends, he will no longer have to worry about his crystals being stolen when he goes out.

Wu Yazi stared at him blankly for a while, as if recalling many past events, and then said:

"it is good."