The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Half a day ago, at an inn in Lizhou, they had only caught a glimpse of that person from afar—

Seven Swords style music!

Seven Swords Melody is dead.

He had a two-finger-wide incision made on his right temple.

Blood flowed from the wound, and the person's face was contorted; he must have suffered immense pain before dying.

A large crowd gathered around Qu Feng's body.

Among these people, there were all sorts of clothes and accents, but the only thing they had in common was that they all looked equally disheveled and weak.

"What happened? How did he die here?"

Jin Xueyi went up to ask the people surrounding the corpse.

When someone asked a question, the group started explaining all at once.

"The thing is like this..."

It turns out they were all refugees.

Taking advantage of the situation, the barbarian Ran Ping of Badong rebelled and captured Kuizhou and Wanzhou, gaining great power. Local officials of Daliang organized a campaign to suppress him, but ended up suffering a crushing defeat.

When war broke out, they had no choice but to flee in order to survive.

On the way of fleeing, many people fell ill, and since they were sick, they had to find a doctor.

They inquired around and finally learned that a doctor named Cui Sanbian lived nearby.

As they were meeting Cui Sanbian, a troop of men suddenly attacked.

They were a group of bandits who roamed the underworld, known as the Flying Serpent Gang.

The Flying Serpent Gang roamed around Kuizhou, Shizhou and other places, committing countless major crimes and robbing an unknown amount of money.

Their sudden appearance was also in search of a doctor.

"They said their boss was poisoned by a strange poison, so they needed to find a doctor to cure him. They had already consulted more than a dozen doctors, but none of them could remove the poison from their boss's body, so they killed all of them. Doctor Cui was out collecting herbs when he saw us and kindly offered to treat us. Who would have thought, who would have thought... Alas."

A refugee pointed to Qu Feng's corpse on the ground and said, "When Doctor Cui was about to be taken away by those bandits, this young hero arrived. He stopped the bandits, but those bandits were no ordinary people. Although this young hero was incredibly brave and strong, he was ultimately no match for so many. Not only did he fail to save Doctor Cui, but he was also hacked through the head by those inhuman bandits and died instantly."

Another refugee lamented, "So many doctors couldn't cure that bandit leader. I'm afraid Doctor Cui is probably doomed too. Doctor Cui never charged a penny for treating the poor. How could he have suffered such a misfortune?"

Voices of resentment echoed among the refugees.

The music genre is dead.

Cui Sanbian was arrested.

This was something An Qingwan could never have imagined along her journey.

The bandits robbed and plundered everywhere, doing things that were already inhuman. Now, these bandits have gone so far as to kill the doctor if he can't cure the poison. They are utterly despicable.

Even if the kidnapped target wasn't Cui Sanbian, but just an unfamiliar doctor, An Qingwan couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

"If it can't be cured, then don't bother trying! You might as well just go and report to the King of Hell sooner!"

A chill ran through the sword.

A murderous aura suddenly arose.

Just then, one of the refugees quickly tried to dissuade them:

"No, young lady, you must not go to your death. I know you want to save people, but the more urgent the situation, the more you must not rush. The Flying Serpent Gang is quite powerful, and they are not ordinary bandits; they have powerful backers!"

An Qingwan asked, "Do they have powerful backers?"

The refugee said, "Many people outside say that they are in cahoots with Ran Ping, who is causing trouble. If we provoke the Flying Serpent Gang, we might still have a chance to live, but if we provoke Ran Ping, we will surely die. Miss, let's think things through carefully."

An Qingwan laughed, her entire face turning eerily transparent.

"No need for trouble. Since Ran Ping is the backer of the Flying Serpent Gang, we can just kill him as well."

PS: Thank you for the donation from Shuangyue Shenying, and thank you to Yefeng Lingyu and Chunluoli Guda for the razor blades.

Immunity to sixty-six hundred poisons, peace and tranquility even with ghosts and gods [4k]

There are many ways to kill in the martial arts world.

Some people used fists and feet.

Some people use knives and swords.

Someone used a hidden weapon.

Some people even use poison.

Among the many methods of murder, poisoning is the most unique.

Because poisoning doesn't test a person's martial arts skills, but rather the poison itself, and how the poisoner can deceive the target and cause them to be poisoned.

A person who can administer good poison must be a shrewd person!

Cao Ling, the leader of the Flying Serpent Gang, was a master of poisons and always considered himself a shrewd man.

But recently he has run into trouble.

He stumbled in the place where he was most confident.

He was outmaneuvered by someone who used poison better and was more cunning than him.

Even though several days had passed, he still clearly remembered every detail of what happened that day. He even remembered the angle at which the grass on the ground was bent and the smell of the wind.

The only thing he couldn't remember was the face of the person who poisoned him.

It's not that I can't remember.

Rather, they simply cannot remember.

Because that person always had their back to him.

Judging from his physique alone, Cao Ling guessed that the person was either a child who hadn't fully grown up, a thin old man, or a petite and frail woman.

Combined with the person's strange voice, he deduced that the person was most likely a woman, and a woman who was so proud that she was arrogant, so arrogant that she was haughty, and so haughty that she wanted everyone to kneel at her feet.

But none of that matters now.

If he can't cure the poison in his body, what's the point of guessing the woman's identity? In the end, he'll still die.

Cao Ling was extremely anxious.

He certainly didn't want to die.

Although he gave most of the looted treasure to Ba Dongranping, the portion he kept was enough to make him incredibly wealthy.

He hasn't even enjoyed money or beautiful women yet, how can he just die like this?

Moreover, Ran Ping also said that he would be granted a title and land after the matter was accomplished.

How wonderful it would be to transform from a bandit into a high-ranking official!

All of these factors made Cao Ling absolutely unwilling to die.

Therefore, he searched everywhere for doctors, especially famous ones.

Disappointingly, he had consulted more than a dozen doctors, but still could not get rid of the poison in his body.

Now, his lifespan is almost over, because the person who poisoned him said he only has seven days to live, and today is the fifth day, and he will soon enter the sixth day.

Now he can only pin his hopes on Cui Sanbian.

In his search for a doctor, he heard the name Cui Sanbian countless times.

Cui Sanbian's medical skills must be excellent. If even Cui Sanbian can't cure him, then he's completely beyond saving.

There was too little time; he simply didn't have time to seek medical help elsewhere.

As Cao Ling was pondering this, his men brought Cui Sanbian over.

This was a thin, wiry old man with white hair and beard.

He looked old, but his eyes were anything but; his unusually bright eyes were filled with anger.

"Cao Ling, give up hope. I will never save you!"

Cao Ling sat upright in the tiger-skin chair, his face showing no anger; he had seen similar scenes many times before.

"You are not afraid of death?"

Cui Sanbian was pinned to the ground and angrily said, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have set a rule that I would charge 10,000 taels of silver to treat people in the martial arts world!"

Cao Ling laughed and said, "Then I'll give you ten thousand taels of silver, will you treat me or not?"

Cui Sanbian said, "Incurable!"

Cao Ling waved his hand, and his men immediately pulled out more than a dozen pale-faced men and women from the side.

"If you don't treat them, I'll kill them. Will you treat them or not?"

Cui Sanbian's expression changed slightly, but he still said, "It's incurable!"

Cao Ling asked curiously, "When you treat those poor people, you never charge them if you can avoid it. I suppose you are a kind person who wants to save people. Now that they are about to be killed by me, can you really bear to do nothing and just watch them die? After they die, will you dream about them?"

As he spoke, he gestured to his men to remove the cloths stuffed in the mouths of the men and women.

In an instant, terrified cries echoed through the village hall.

Besides cries and shouts, there were also pleas for mercy and cries for help from Cui Sanbian.

Cui Sanbian's face grew increasingly grim: "If I save you today for their sake, many more innocent people will die at your hands in the future!"

Cao Ling said, "You're good at keeping accounts, but you've forgotten one thing."

Cui Sanbian asked, "What is it?"

Cao Ling said, "I am most afraid of being alone. If I knew I was going to die, I would kill people before I died, many, many people. Not only would I kill people, I would also make you watch from the side. Not only would I make you watch, but I would not kill you. I would make you live and suffer endless torment in nightmares!"

With a trembling finger, Cui Sanbian pointed at Cao Ling: "Cao Ling, you are simply the most wicked person in the world!"

Cao Ling said, "People will do anything to live. Just because they don't want to die doesn't mean I do. I'll ask you one more time, will you treat them or not?"

Cui Sanbian's body trembled even more violently.

He really only hesitated for the time it takes to take two breaths.

But just as he hesitated, Cao Ling slapped a woman who was cowering in fear to death.

Unable to bear it any longer, Cui Sanbian roared, "I'll heal you! I'll heal you!"

Cao Ling smiled: "That's right, Doctor Cui."

He waved his hand, ordering his men to remove the corpses from the hall and restrain the crying men and women.

Cui Sanbian glared resentfully at the smiling Cao Ling, but dared not utter any more complaints or insults.

Normal people can't do anything to a madman.

"bring it on."

Cao Ling stretched out his right hand, and there was a conspicuous red dot on his wrist, around which a large area had turned bluish-black.

Cui Sanbian walked up with the medicine bag, and after just one glance, his face turned pale.

Cao Ling frowned: "Even you can't cure this poison?"

Cui Sanbian shook his head: "It's cured."

Cao Ling said, "So this poison has an extraordinary origin?"

Cui Sanbian remained silent for a moment before saying, "I just think this poison is extremely vicious. If no one treats you, your internal organs and bones will rot away, leaving you with only a withered skin."

As he spoke, he took out a whole bunch of things, including silver needles, a knife, herbs, and medicinal powder.

Cui Sanbian's medical skills were indeed extraordinary.

The red spot that more than a dozen doctors couldn't get rid of disappeared in just fifteen minutes under his care.

"Alright, all done!"

Cao Ling burst into laughter.

He was a master of poisons; how could he not know his own condition?

He got up and took a few steps, only to see Cui Sanbian looking at him.