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"Furthermore—" Sang Daohe's gaze was like a snake lurking in the shadows.

It was ruthless, sticky, and chillingly unsettling.

"Bring the poison from earlier and feed it to them again."

Ning Yue: "..."

Yang Fei: "..."

Why?

Sang Daohe's gaze swept lightly over the two of them: "...It feels like the medicine isn't working quite right."

So Ning Yue and Yang Fei were sent to the backyard and forced to eat poison again.

Ning Yue was fine, but she had to pretend to be in more pain.

But Yang Fei was already in so much pain that he almost fainted.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hey," Ning Yue said to the guard next to her, "do you have any medicine to help? My senior brother is about to faint!"

Ying Ningyue's words—

As expected, Yang Fei only lasted a short while before collapsing.

The guard merely glanced at them coldly, then looked away without answering.

Xiao Hua came out and checked Yang Fei's body.

This poison only causes physical pain, leaving the person too weak to resist.

It seems that Sang Daohe does not intend to take their lives for the time being.

—Then why arrest them, and silence everyone who saw them?

Sang Daohe pushed open the door and came in, waving to the guard.

The guard immediately withdrew and closed the door tightly behind him.

Ning Yue lay down behind the unconscious Yang Fei, pretending to faint.

He opened his eyes a crack to watch Sang Daohe's movements.

Sang Daohe walked step by step to the two people in front of him, carefully confirming that they had both fainted from the pain.

His lips curled into a wide grin.

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

Ning Yue: "..."

She managed to suppress a shiver.

...That gaze is a bit unsettling.

Sang Daohe gently pulled back the curtain behind the two of them—

Ning Yue then noticed that there was still a large space behind him.

In the dimly lit space, there was a large bed, and next to it stood a table, covered with a thick, heavy cloth.

She squinted and saw the face of the person on the bed through the layers of curtains and gauze.

His fat face was piled up on the pillow, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was surrounded by a bluish-gray aura of impending death.

—It's Sangpang!?

How come you've become so sickly and bedridden after just a few months?!

Sang Daohe sat on the side of the bed and lovingly stroked Sang Pang's cheek.

"Don't worry, just wait a little longer, and your father will wake you up soon."

He casually pulled the cloth off the table—

Ning Yue then realized that it wasn't a table at all, but a large, transparent jar.

In the dim light, you could see a large pile of colorful, long, thin objects tightly packed inside the jar.

Ning Yue was wondering what these things were and why Sang Daohe had collected such a large quantity.

She roughly counted them and there were probably one or two hundred.

Those colorful things, I don't know what material they are made of, each one is beautiful and shiny, and looks very exquisite.

Moreover, one can even sense a rich spiritual energy emanating from it.

Ning Yue: ?

What is this?

Sang Daohe touched the jar with his hand and picked up the large cleaver next to him.

Ning Yue: !

What are they trying to do?!

Sang Daohe slowly walked up to Ning Yue and Yang Fei.

Ning Yue quickly closed his eyes and carefully sensed Sang Daohe's movements.

Suddenly, I heard a "tsk" sound.

It was Xiaohua's voice.

"That bastard is really cruel. These are a full 182 top-quality spiritual roots."

Ning Yue: !?

A spiritual root!?

Ning Yue almost opened her eyes in shock.

That huge jar full of long, thin things was actually a spiritual root?!

It's no wonder Ning Yue didn't recognize her at first; it's mainly because her spiritual root looks different from everyone else's.

Not only do they look different, but their location is also different from others.

Others have a small spiritual root, located in the dantian area.

Ning Yue's spiritual root, a towering tree, exists in the space of consciousness.

Moreover, she didn't have the chance to see the spirit root that had been dug out.

"Little Flower! Quickly, create a barrier!"

Xiao Hua casually tossed one to Ning Yue, who immediately pretended to be in excruciating pain and made contact with Yang Fei.

To create a protective barrier for Yang Fei.

really--

Sang Daohe glanced at Ning Yue, who was writhing in pain, and reached out to grab Yang Fei.

You wouldn't notice it normally, but he could lift Yang Fei up with ease.

He roughly threw Yang Fei onto the table and brandished his knife, ready to slash at his abdomen.

—This could kill someone!

This is how you cultivate spiritual roots!?

Wouldn't those 182 people be—

"...They're all dead," Xiaohua added.

Ning Yue's breathing paused for a moment.

She exhaled softly, her eyes flashing with coldness. No longer feigning dizziness, she casually waved her hand, creating a golden barrier.

The barrier silently enveloped the entire room before quietly disappearing into the air.

Ning Yue sat up abruptly from the ground, coldly watching Sang Daohe, who was frantically swinging his knife.

Sang Daohe's knife had already precisely struck Yang Fei's lower abdomen.

With a "clang,"

The knife was instantly deflected and slipped from his hand.

Sang Daohe didn't even have time to pick up the knife. He looked Yang Fei up and down several times, but found no protective magic artifacts.

—They actually used their hands to scoop it out.

Ning Yue: "?"

Is he really that crazy?!

With Xiao Hua's protective barrier around him, Yang Fei's safety is not a concern at all.

Of course, they failed to unearth Yang Fei's spiritual root this time either.

Sang Daohe became enraged for a moment and threw away Yang Fei's Qiankun bag and other items that appeared to be magical artifacts.

Even the jade crown that held her hair up was removed.

Yet they were unable to harm Yang Fei in the slightest.

There was something vaguely blocking his attack!

"What on earth is going on!?"

Sang Daohe's eyes were bloodshot with anger as he gripped Yang Fei's collar tightly.

—It looks like he could pin Yang Fei to the ground and beat him up any second.

Ning Yue can't really let him kick.

Although external damage can be withstood, the impact force still exists.

and--

This Sang Daohe seems to be a self-cultivator.

This makes it even less likely that Sang Daohe will fight Yang Fei.

Just as Sang Daohe's fist was about to land on Yang Fei's face—

A thick, green vine suddenly wrapped around his wrist, pulling him backward—

Sang Daohe opened his eyes wide and turned around, only to suddenly see Ning Yue standing behind him with a ghostly smile, her head tilted.

The horror of that moment was indescribable.

Sang Daohe turned around at lightning speed, staring warily at Ning Yue, and assumed a defensive stance.

"—The poison didn't work on you? When did you wake up!?"

"Rather than asking when you woke up?"

Ning Yue thought for a moment and then laughed, "...It's more accurate to say that I didn't faint at all."

"Is that so?" Sang Daohe's gaze was fixed on Ning Yue, and his eyes gradually became frightening.

"Then we don't need your senior brother's spiritual root." He casually tossed Yang Fei aside and looked at Ning Yue meaningfully.

"In that case, all I need to do is dig out your spiritual root to cure my son; the others don't matter."

Ning Yue summoned the life-giving flowers and the call to arms—

Two swords of different colors stood upright behind Ning Yue, exuding a terrifying aura.

Countless vines sprouted from the ground, vying to entwine Sang Daohe and pin him to the spot.

Sang Daohe looked at the vines on his body with admiration, but with just one tug, he managed to snap them off.

Ning Yue frowned slightly.

The vines were torn apart and shattered under Sang Daohe's onslaught.

She was well aware of the power of her vines, so she was even more shocked that Sang Daohe could break them.

That's an incredibly strong physique.

No wonder he was able to save the sect leader.

Ning Yue was only distracted for a moment before Sang Daohe's figure in front of him disappeared.

Ning Yue immediately looked around warily.

"It's not good to get distracted—" A cold wind came from beside his ear, and a fist came flying at him with a strong gust of wind.

Ning Yue's eyes turned cold, and a sharp blade instantly materialized.

— It pierced straight through Sang Daohe's hand.