Indeed, Medicine King Valley is renowned. Even the Divine Physician Yan could die unjustly, let alone these servants.

Without some skills to protect yourself, it's quite dangerous.

Zheng said that the Rain of Silver Needles was powerful, but Xiaoyao Hou's kung fu was even more profound. She didn't even see how he dodged it.

Fortunately, Gu An'an was a worldly person; otherwise, if an entrenching tool had suddenly appeared in her hand, she would probably have been caught red-handed by the people in this room and wouldn't even know how she died.

Secretly relieved, Gu An'an listened to the accusations in the courtyard, "Zheng Shuoyi, you really have a heart of iron, why can't you just give in to me?"

The trembling sound at the end made Gu An'an momentarily dazed. Thinking of that stunningly beautiful woman, she thought to herself, what's wrong with giving in? She would give him her life, let alone her body.

"Senior brother, why spare his life?"

Tian Bu'er's anger brought Gu An'an back to her senses. She touched her head, which was still on her neck, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she was still alive.

"He is, after all, the master's son."

"But if it weren't for them, how could Master Yan have..." Tian Bu'er was furious. "Madam Gu, you're a smart woman. I won't hide it from you. Master Yan saved a woman, but she repaid kindness with enmity. Not only did she ruin Master Yan's cultivation, but she also slaughtered those seeking medical help in the valley to seize our Medicine King Valley's treasures, bringing an unjust accusation upon the valley. My brother and I were lucky enough to escape, but this man is persistent and wants to take the Valley's sacred medical texts from us..."

Gu An'an had no intention of getting involved in the love and hatred entanglements of Medicine King Valley, but a single sentence from Tian Bu'er forced her to get involved—

"The classic medical texts contain a prescription that can cure your son's headache."