Wuxia Across the Heavens: I Collect Side Effects

Chapter 87 The Virgin Mary is Curable

Looking at Xiao Zhao, who was still sobbing softly not far away, Yin Li felt a pang of pity. She couldn't help but tug at Su Xin's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Xin, why don't we just let this little girl go? She just lost her mother, and she looks so pitiful."

Su Xin turned to look at Yin Li, a half-smile playing on his lips, his tone teasing: "Are you serious? I killed her mother with my own hands. She might hate me to the core. Aren't you afraid she'll seek revenge later?" He then glanced at Yin Li, seemingly casually.

He is kind-hearted, but lacks the ruthlessness of the martial arts world.

Yin Li's cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes remained firm as she nodded gently.

Seeing this, Su Xin stopped teasing and turned to look at Xiao Zhao. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority: "It just so happens that Yin Li is short of a maid. From now on, you will follow her. Be obedient and do your job well. If you dare to have any disloyal thoughts, you will bear the consequences."

Upon hearing this, Yin Li immediately beamed with joy and nodded repeatedly. His gaze towards Xiao Zhao was full of gentleness, and his attitude was respectful and friendly, as if Xiao Zhao were not a prisoner but an invited guest.

Su Xin smiled helplessly at her appearance and instructed Yin Li, "Then you continue to cultivate here and consolidate your Nine Yang Divine Skill and Seven Injury Fist. I will come to pick you up later."

Yin Li nodded emphatically, her eyes full of confidence.

She has now mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and has also cultivated the One Yang Finger, Seven Injury Fist, and the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth. She feels that no one on this beach can hurt her, so there is no need for Su Xin to worry too much.

Looking at the confidence in her eyes, Su Xin's smile deepened.

This was also his habit; he never deliberately restricted Yin Li.

He knew that Yin Li now felt she had mastered martial arts and had no worries, but the world was dangerous and people's hearts were unpredictable. Some principles were difficult to teach, but only by experiencing them firsthand could one learn them easily. Only by personally experiencing betrayal and danger could she truly grow up and put away that unrealistic kindness.

Su Xin turned to Xiao Zhao, handed her the Sacred Flame Token, and said coldly, "Here, translate the Persian text on this. Not a single word can be wrong. Don't try to cheat, and don't think you're the only one who understands Persian. If I find out you've tried something, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Xiao Zhao had been plotting something, thinking of taking the opportunity to tamper with the martial arts content on the Sacred Flame Token, and even setting traps in the translation. But when she heard Su Xin's last sentence, her wishful thinking vanished instantly, and a flash of panic crossed her face. She quickly composed herself, nodded honestly, took the Sacred Flame Token, and began to translate it carefully.

Su Xin, who was attentive, had already noticed her subtle abnormality and panic.

Su Xin then looked at Yin Li, his tone somewhat tentative: "Are you really sure you want to take this little girl as your maid?"

"Yes! That's right!" Yin Li nodded without hesitation, her tone sincere. "She's just a child who has just lost her mother and has no one to rely on. I took her in as a maid, which can be considered as saving her life. She shouldn't repay kindness with enmity."

Su Xin secretly grumbled to himself:

This is a disease, it must be cured!

But he didn't try to dissuade him any further. Some things, Yin Li had to experience for himself before he could truly learn his lesson.

After explaining everything, Su Xin turned and left the beach, heading elsewhere alone, leaving Yin Li and Xiao Zhao alone in the wooden house.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Su Xin has been gone for a month.

During this month, Xiao Zhao outwardly treated Yin Li with utmost respect, serving him tea and water with meticulous care, but secretly she never let go of her hatred.

Seeing that Yin Li was completely unguarded, Xiao Zhao secretly exhaled, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes: Now, she finally had a chance to take revenge.

She secretly touched the poison hidden in her pocket.

That was something she had prepared long ago; it was colorless, odorless, and extremely poisonous. Just a small sip could kill someone instantly.

She had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to poison Yin Li, so that Su Xin would also experience the pain of losing a loved one. Then she would take the opportunity to escape back to Persia and succeed as the leader of the sect with her own bloodline. She refused to believe that no matter how strong Su Xin was, he could be stronger than the entire Persian Ming Cult.

Thinking of this, her eyes were filled with an unyielding hatred.

That day, Xiao Zhao took the opportunity of serving tea to Yin Li to secretly add poison to the tea. She then placed the tea in front of Yin Li with a gentle smile on her face: "Miss Yin Li, the weather is hot. Have a cup of tea to cool off."

Yin Li was caught off guard and took the teacup and took a sip.

But as soon as the tea entered her throat, the Nine Yang Divine Skill within her body instantly began to operate at high speed. Warm and powerful true energy flowed through her meridians throughout her body, completely neutralizing the poison within moments without leaving a trace.

Yin Li's heart skipped a beat; she instantly sensed something was wrong. She put down her teacup and looked at Xiao Zhao in disbelief, her eyes filled with disappointment and coldness: "You actually poisoned the tea?"

Xiao Zhao's gentle expression froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

She clearly saw Yin Li drink the poison with her own eyes, so how come she's completely unharmed?

This poison was a secret Persian recipe, extremely potent. Ordinary people would die instantly upon contact, and even highly skilled martial artists would find it difficult to neutralize in a short time. Yet, Yin Li seemed completely unaffected.

Before Xiao Zhao could react, Yin Li's disappointment and anger erupted instantly. He raised his hand and threw a punch, channeling the Nine Yang True Qi into his fist. The force of the Seven Injury Fist struck Xiao Zhao's chest in an instant.

Caught off guard, Xiao Zhao was sent flying by a punch, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her internal organs were severely injured, and her life force instantly weakened. Not long after, she fell silent.

A few days later, Su Xin finally returned.

During this month, he was not idle. Knowing that a storm was about to hit the seaside, he stayed nearby to wait.

When a storm approaches, the pressure at the bottom of the sea will reach its peak, far more threatening than usual. He planned to use this extreme pressure to break through the final threshold of the Vajra Sect's martial arts. Therefore, he did not call Yin Li. Firstly, he was afraid that she would worry, and secondly, he wanted her to face the possible dangers alone and see the wickedness of people's hearts.

Back at the beach, Su Xin saw Yin Li standing alone in front of the wooden house, looking dejected and exceptionally lonely. He walked up to her and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Where's Xiao Zhao? Why are you all alone here?"

Upon hearing Su Xin's voice, Yin Li could no longer hold back. Her eyes reddened, and she quickly stepped forward, head bowed, her voice choked with sobs and guilt: "Brother Xin, I was wrong! I shouldn't have disobeyed you. Xiao Zhao—she poisoned me, and I killed her."

"It's good that you know you're wrong." Su Xin's tone was calm, without any blame, but with a hint of solemnity. "Remember next time, eliminate evil completely. You've forgotten, we both killed her family, how could she not harbor malice? In this martial world, there is no one less fearless than you. Being merciful to your enemies is being cruel to yourself."

Yin Li nodded heavily, her mind filled with regret.

She finally understood that Su Xin's warning was not superfluous; her kindness had almost cost her her life.