I am Jinshan Youxia

Zhang Chengyi thought to himself, "Be careful, let's retreat first." He was a little unsure if his Northern Darkness True Qi could withstand it, feeling that the yellowish-green liquid was almost turning into a chemical weapon.

The group was much more careful than when they came in, and quietly retreated back to the shore.

Who knows if there will be any problems near Mantuo Villa?

Seeing that Su Xinghe and the others hadn't caught up yet, Zhang Chengyi decided to first use threats and inducements on his future son-in-law. So he said, "Crown Prince Yanqing, Princess Dao Baifeng of Zhennan hates Duan Zhengchun for his womanizing, so she deliberately chose a beggar covered in pus and blood for a one-night stand as revenge. Who knew that she would soon find out that she was pregnant."

“Your son was born on the 23rd day of the 11th month of the Renzi year. He is now Duan Yu, the heir of the Prince of Zhennan. He may still be in Jiangnan. If you capture him, you will know by looking at the gold medal around his neck.”

Duan Yanqing's facial veins had long been severed by his enemies, so he couldn't show any expression. His face twitched, and his eyes showed disbelief, which then turned into joy and surprise.

"And then it's you two." Zhang Chengyi looked at the Murong father and son and said, "Your Murong family has too many messes. Do me a favor, and I'll guarantee you won't die while you're doing it."

Murong Bo remained silent, his expression unchanged, but Murong Fu's eyes clearly revealed a hint of disdain.

While they, father and son, may not be as powerful as the monster before them, how many people in the world could kill them?

Zhang Chengyi wasn't angry at all, and said with a smile, "Murong Bo, you coveted the wealth of Ke Baisui, the leader of the Funiu Sect. When you failed to subdue him, you tried to kill him. I, the Wandering Swordsman of Jinshan, have some connections with the Funiu Sect. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven. Do you accept this or not?"

Murong Fu stared in disbelief as he looked up. "So, you're the one who wanted to kill us? And you said you'd protect us from death..."

Isn't that a pure threat?

“That’s right, I’m threatening you, so what?” Zhang Chengyi leaned forward a little with a smug look on his face.

In this world of martial arts, murder and robbery for profit are common occurrences. What the Murong father and son did is not unusual; at most, their attempt to restore their kingdom is a bit strange.

But he always judged people by their first impression. He would drink and eat with Qiao Feng, whom he thought was good enough, and treat them as equals. He would also try to recruit Duan Yanqing, who was less desirable.

The Murong father and son in front of him were the kind of people he looked down on. They were both bad people who dragged their feet and covered up their crimes. Murong Bo, in particular, was much more cunning and vicious than his son. He was the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

In comparison, Duan Yanqing is far less evil.

"I am willing to serve Grandpa Zhang."

Murong Bo bowed with pleasure. He had seen Qiao Feng transformed after being captured, so he agreed without any hesitation. In his heart, he thought that if he could become as strong as Qiao Feng, he would definitely avenge today's bullying. However, he was very shrewd and endured the humiliation without any abnormality in his expression, as if he really agreed happily.

Murong Fu remained silent for a while, gritting his teeth. He was both confused by his father and furious, his temples throbbing with anger. Under his father's stern gaze, he finally yielded and said:

"I am willing to serve Uncle Zhang." His voice was very hoarse, sounding as if he was carrying a great sense of grievance.

Zhang Chengyi nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Duan Yanqing, whose expression had been constantly shifting since earlier.

"What about you?"

Chapter 47 Prepare for the Aftermath

"I can't be sure what you're saying."

Duan Yanqing's face was grim (as if he couldn't make any other expression), "That kid Duan Yu..."

"It was also at Mantuo Villa before."

The main character died?

Zhang Chengyi was a little surprised. After thinking about it, he realized that it was theoretically feasible for Duan Yu to kill Ding Chunqiu, given his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), Six Meridian Divine Sword, and immunity to all poisons.

However, in practice, considering the influence of Li Qingluo and her daughter, and Duan Yu's skill level, which is comparable to that of a certain micro-management master, it was difficult to implement.

They weren't just killed after being caught, were they?

He found himself quite accepting of this possibility; reality isn't a novel, after all, where one wrong step could mean death for anyone.

What was Kumārajīva doing? How could he let the Living Sword Manual be taken away or killed?

The problem is that if Duan Yu dies or is captured by Ding Chunqiu, it would be difficult for him to take Duan Yanqing away by revealing spoilers.

Could you boast that after a breakthrough in martial arts, one can regenerate severed limbs and change their appearance?

It would be better to take a hard line and use the same threats as the Murong father and son, since neither of them are good people anyway.

As Zhang Chengyi was thinking, he heard the sound of water. Looking over, he saw Su Xinghe and his disciples arriving.

"Uncle Zhang." X7

Duan Yanqing, Murong and his son, along with a group of Western Xia warriors, watched as seven people walked on water. The newcomers were elegant and bathed in the soft moonlight, like immortals or gods.

"Old Su, Ding Chunqiu has escaped. He left behind a lot of very potent poison. Go check it out, but be careful."

Zhang Chengyi paused, then ordered, "Take them all back. Hand over these Western Xia people to Old Qiao."

Su Xinghe nodded in greeting and gracefully entered the manor. The other six members of the Eight Friends of Hangu also randomly chose a boat and urged everyone to board.

Duan Yanqing didn't say anything more and obediently followed them onto the ship. He was at their mercy; whether he had a son or not was negotiable, but right now, disobeying meant he could really be killed.

Based on the standard by which this Jinshan Ranger just killed Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe, he definitely belongs to the type that can be killed, except that he has other uses.

He cannot die until he has reclaimed the throne.

Before long, Su Xinghe returned with a solemn expression. He whispered a few words to Xue Muhua, and the two of them took the medicine box and caught a few more live fish.

They waited for another ten minutes or so before returning to report.

"How is it?" Zhang Chengyi asked.

“Reporting to Uncle Zhang, it’s a mixed poison that we can’t cure,” Su Xinghe said frankly. “Once the poison is catalyzed in the human body, it becomes extremely potent; even a touch of flesh and blood will turn it into pus and blood.”

"Based on my understanding of Ding Chunqiu, he must have found some kind of highly toxic substance, combined with many other poisons, so that it can lie dormant in the human body and, under repeated catalysis, reach such a potent level."

"However, please rest assured, Uncle Zhang, having the Northern Darkness True Qi will allow you to isolate yourself from this mixed poison," he assured him.

That's fine then.

Hearing that the Northern Darkness True Qi could isolate the deadly poison, Zhang Chengyi had nothing to worry about. He yawned and said, "Let's go, let's take the boat back."

After boarding the ship, before he could even find a place to sleep, he saw Su Xinghe frowning at Murong Fu and stepping forward without saying a word.

"Boom!"

Murong Bo tried to stop the other party from getting close to his son, but was brushed aside by a sleeve and rolled onto the cabin. The force was gentle, but he had no strength to resist.

Su Xinghe pressed on several major acupoints on Murong Fu's body, rolled up his sleeves, pinched his pulse points and channeled his internal energy, and a dark green line could be seen extending from his wrist to his elbow.

"You've been poisoned."

Xue Muhua leaned over, pressed down on Murong Fu to examine him, pried open his eyelids and mouth, and performed a series of examinations, then exchanged a glance with his master, saying, "It should be the poison from the manor."

The master and apprentice casually manipulated the famous Murong Fu before letting go of him.

"Seven days at most." X2

They all shook their heads, saying, "It's hopeless, it's hopeless."

Once poison enters the body, it is constantly changing. If the source of the poison cannot be found, and there is no way to adjust the medication to suppress it based on the reaction of the poison, even with profound internal skills, one can only live for seven days at most.

“If this green line reaches your chest, you’re definitely going to die,” Xue Muhua kindly advised. “These seven days, eat and drink well, and prepare for your funeral.”

Murong Bo stepped forward to take his son's pulse, only then realizing the poison that had been hidden. He immediately released his grip, his face flushed with a bluish-green aura. He slumped to the ground and circulated his internal energy for a while before finally removing the poison from his internal force. With a grim expression, he got up, went to Xue Muhua and Su Xinghe, bowed, and said, "I beg you two gentlemen to save my son."

Murong Fu stood there, stunned.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling, but that I can’t,” Su Xinghe replied. “Your son has been poisoned by Ding Chunqiu’s mixed poison. To cure it, we need to know the formula for the mixed poison, then break it down piece by piece, and concoct the medicine. If it’s an unprecedented poison, we’ll need someone to test it on themselves…”

He shook his head. "Prepare for your son's funeral."

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, and remained silent for a long time.

If I were to pass on my skills to him...

Zhang Chengyi gave Su Xinghe a questioning look.

Su Xinghe gently shook his head. Mixed poisons. Before being poisoned, he naturally had no problem with the Northern Darkness True Qi in his body. But after it evolved in his body, it had penetrated deep into his bone marrow and could no longer be removed.

They either get the antidote or they wait to die.

This method of detoxification sounds complicated; the Northern Darkness True Qi is much more convenient.

Zhang Chengyi smacked his lips, found a corner to sit down, listened to the sound of rushing water outside, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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In a courtyard in Suzhou.

"I never thought anyone could survive swallowing the Manggu Toad, the king of all poisons."

"If, if I had met you ten years earlier, no, five years earlier, perhaps..."

Ding Chunqiu stroked Duan Yu's cheek, his eyes filled with a complex expression, as if he were admiring some rare treasure.

"What a pity, what a pity, it's all too late."

As he spoke, his body began to tremble. It was midnight, and the true energy from the old man Wuyazi was constantly coursing through his meridians, alternating between hot and cold. His internal organs felt like they were being stabbed. He fell backward to the ground, his body convulsing.

"Father." Li Qingluo watched from the side, her face filled with worry, but she dared not step forward.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's body was so hot that it could fry an egg one second, and so cold that it could freeze an ice cream the next. His skin was sometimes red and sometimes pale, and his frozen sweat condensed into thin ice and then melted, making him look extremely terrifying.

Just as the Northern Darkness True Qi was unable to harm the newly created mixed poison, the newly created mixed poison was also unable to remove the Northern Darkness True Qi that had already taken root in his body.

Duan Yu, who was immobilized and unable to speak due to pressure point manipulation, revealed a hint of pleasure. The torment he had recently suffered could not be explained in a few words.

After a long while, once midnight had passed, Ding Chunqiu slowly got up, a strange smile on his face, the thin layer of ice on his eyebrows falling off as his cheeks trembled.

"I've been waiting for you for so long..."

Chapter 48 Found

Three days later, in a house in Suzhou.

"If we still can't find Ding Chunqiu by tomorrow, let's go to Dali first."

Zhang Chengyi made a decision.

Who knows where Kumārajīva, Ding Chunqiu, Duan Yu, and Li Qingluo and her daughter have gone? They haven't been found in three days, and continuing the search doesn't seem to offer much hope. He doesn't want to wait indefinitely.

The more martial arts talents we have, the better; the more talent we have, the better. But having fewer talents won't be a problem.

At least now, Qiao Feng, Su Xinghe, and the Eight Friends of Hangu have all taken the first step in a new martial arts path.

The martial arts manuals of Mantuo Manor and Canhe Manor were all brought out long ago. Yesterday, Wu led the army alone to deliver them to Leigu Mountain. With an internal strength level of around 400, and the Northern Darkness True Qi that is immune to all poisons and has endless uses, he can basically walk sideways in this world, except for those who have also been cheated. There is no need to worry about him being intercepted.

If Murong Fu dies, should Murong Bo also be eliminated?

Zhang Chengyi pondered this question. Without Murong Fu as leverage, Murong Bo was a ticking time bomb. In ancient times, having many children was definitely a blessing. This guy was so old and only had one son. Was he infertile like his body?