"Brother Chen... you've never been a mother, you don't understand,"
Before Xiao Li fell asleep from exhaustion in Beichen's arms, she murmurously whispered, "Every life is worth fighting for."
Beichen was montarily lost in a trance, his eyes flecked with shards of light, "I understand... such emotions."
"The priority now,"
Zhang Zidao's long eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, "is Gu Removal. Unfortunately... my obedient disciple's Centipede Gu has suffered a heavy blow, and that good-for-nothing sect mber of mine, Zhang Shuying, is thousands of miles away."
"I can think of soone."
I blurted out, instinctively exchanging glances with Yu Longting.
We said the na of this person in unison, with an obvious understanding, "Long Xiangkui."
"Seeking out Granny Long would certainly be of help," Zhang Zidao nodded in agreent, "She is well known in Miao Border as the Ten Thousand Poisons Hand; there's no Gu poison she can't cure."
"I want to personally ask Granny Long for help. Can you stay here to look after Xiao Li?" I asked Yu Longting.
Yu Longting raised an eyebrow, "Wife, you want
to take care of another woman, while you go off on your own?"
"Isn't it that I'm here, you two can go with peace of mind," Zhang Zidao waved his hand, "Miss Xiao Li hasn't been neglecting looking after this old Taoist priest these past few days. I will ensure her safety."
With Zhang Zidao staying put, I was absolutely reassured, "Alright, thank you, Old Senior."
"Master, don't insist on calling
Old Senior; it's infuriating," he would always blow his top whenever I called Zhang Zidao Old Senior.
The nature of Gu poison was horrifying, sowhat akin to how a plague spreads.
Once a Gu insect enters the body, it rapidly lays eggs in the blood.
The egg-laying Gu doesn't take long to hatch into larvae, which feed on a person's essence blood and grow into adults.
Elixirs made from Ginseng's clothes, no matter how precious, could only suppress the Gu poison temporarily; it could erupt at any ti.
It could be several hours, maybe only one hour, or possibly less than half an hour before the effects resurfaced.
Before leaving, I left Xiao Shenshen with Zhang Zidao for safekeeping and headed out with Yu Longting to the Corpse-Driving Inn, silently apologizing to Zhang Zidao in my heart.
If Zhang Zidao weren't the first family of Mystic Sect, the forebear of the Celestial Master Sect.
With such grace, I would have accepted early on, given my personality.
Those unworthy of their position will ultimately suffer harm; I couldn't bear the responsibility for the growth and legacy of such a grand sect like the Celestial Master Sect and had to harden my heart to refuse the Old Senior.
The night was dark and windy as Yu Longting and I made our way through the Ghost market toward the locked doors of the Corpse-Driving Inn.
"Hey, girlie, long ti no see, back at the Ghost market again, I thought you might have died at the hands of those Barbarian Village brutes in the Corpse-Driving Inn, today you're looking for... what the fuck!"
The ghostly white-faced, beanpole seller, likely intending to give
a scare and make a joke, hadn't finished his sentence when he encountered the glacial periphery of Yu Longting's gaze, causing his legs to tremble and drop to his knees, "Lord Dragon God... Lord Dragon God."
"Oh? You recognize ?" Yu Longting stopped in his tracks, a devilish smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The skinny stall owner was sweating, rubbing his hands and smiling obsequiously, "The Four-Fruits Soup I specialize in is for feeding water demons. Who raises more water demons than the Barbarian Villagers? That painting they use to worship the Dragon God, it's you, right?"
"You've got so discernnt. Dare to scare my wife again, and I'll snap your neck." Yu Longting's sharp, cold gaze swept over the trembling stall owner, leading
up to the door of the Corpse-Driving Inn and knocking on the firmly shut wooden doors.
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