The Prince of Zhenbei quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, his face showing a hint of apology and worry.

Fang Han was able to easily kill the black-robed Venerable of the Hehuan Sect. Such powerful strength naturally led the Zhenbei King to believe that Fang Han was a powerful expert in the Divine Sense Realm.

In his mind, such a strong person must be a man of his word, not someone who would just boast.

Originally, he planned to ask Fang Han to treat his hidden ailment at the right time, since he knew that the Yin-Yang Fruit was not easy to obtain. If he could get Fang Han's help, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

"Brother, are you saying I'm brainless? How can you talk about your own sister like that? I am indeed poisoned and feel hot all over, but my brain is fine."

Princess Qingluan not only didn't shut up, but instead glared fiercely at Prince Zhenbei, Xiao Zhan.

Her eyes were full of grievance and dissatisfaction, as if she were blaming her brother for not believing her.

This girl usually has no scruples in front of the revered Prince Zhenbei, saying whatever she wants without any regard for the occasion or the feelings of others.

Seeing this, Fang Han said nothing, but sighed softly to himself.

He knew in his heart that Xiao Zhan, the Prince of Zhenbei, was indeed an extraordinary person.

At only around forty years old, he had already cultivated to the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Such talent and strength were extremely rare in the entire Yanlong Kingdom.

His ability to stand out among numerous powerful figures and firmly hold the throne of the King of Zhenbei is by no means accidental.

However, Princess Qingluan was too self-important and was indeed spoiled.

Princess Qingluan, seeing that Fang Han remained silent, thought she had indeed been right and became even more convinced that Fang Han was only strong in combat, and in terms of medical skills, he was nothing but a worthless wretch with a reputation that was not up to par.

She stumbled toward the corpse of the black-robed venerable one.

She had only one thought in her mind: to find the antidote for the love poison and the aphrodisiac on the black-robed venerable one.

Her steps were slightly hurried, and her eyes showed a hint of urgency and anxiety.

She crouched down and began to carefully search the black-robed Venerable's body, her slender fingers groping every corner of the black robe, not missing any place where the antidote might be hidden.

However, to her disappointment, she searched all the old man's clothes but found nothing.

As time went on, the effects of the love poison and the Hehuan Huagong powder on her body became increasingly intense.

She began to feel anxious. The combination of the two poisons produced an extremely potent toxicity, not only preventing her from circulating her true energy and leaving her feeling weak all over, but also causing her thoughts to become sluggish.

Hallucinations began to appear in her mind; the illusory images flickered before her eyes like ghosts, filling her with fear and unease.

She knew that if there was no antidote, then only Fang Han could save her tonight.

The so-called life-saving method, however, was the most primitive way between men and women.

The thought that she, a princess, would become Fang Han's woman filled her with resistance and resentment.

Even though she is now suffering from the poison and in unbearable pain, she is absolutely unwilling to give in.

She endured her physical discomfort and hurriedly went to find the dragon-headed cane that Fang Han had cut off from the black-robed Venerable.

She secretly wondered if the antidote to these poisons might actually be hidden inside this weapon.

The two dragon-headed canes lay quietly on the ground not far away, emitting a faint, eerie light.

She walked over with difficulty, squatted down, picked up her cane, and began to examine it carefully.

Her eyes held a hint of anticipation as her fingers gently stroked her cane, trying to find hidden mechanisms or secret compartments.

However, fate seemed to be playing a trick on her again, and she found nothing.

Disappointed, she turned her gaze to the male disciples of the Hehuan Sect who had been killed by her brother, the Prince of Zhenbei.

She dragged her tired and powerless body slowly over and carefully searched their corpses.

A hint of despair flickered in her eyes, but she was still unwilling to give up. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, she was determined to try.

She even searched carefully among the light veils that the five female disciples of the black-robed venerable one had shed, but still couldn't find any trace of the remedy.

"Brother, there's no antidote, what... what are we going to do?"

Princess Qingluan was panting heavily, her voice tinged with a sob.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her once beautiful and charming appearance now looked disheveled.

The Prince of Zhenbei did not answer Princess Qingluan's question, and his expression was extremely unpleasant.

He used to be able to tolerate his younger sister's willfulness and capriciousness, but now he felt that Xiao Qingluan's words were like a sharp double-edged sword, not only offending Fang Han, but also sending him and his sister to their doom.

He knew in his heart that most of the truly accomplished seniors were eccentric and stubborn.

Based on what Xiao Qingluan said, Fang Han probably won't save them anymore.

The Prince of Zhenbei looked at Fang Han, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Fang Han was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see Fang Han's expression, but from Fang Han's silent posture, he seemed to have already seen the dissatisfaction and alienation in Fang Han's heart.

“My benefactor, my sister is still young and doesn’t know any better. If she has offended you in any way, I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against her.”

Prince Xiao Zhan of Zhenbei looked extremely respectful. He bowed slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and asked, "May I ask your honorable name, senior?"

"I am not some senior, I am Fang Han from the Fang family of Yanming City."

Fang Han responded calmly, then slowly removed the mask from his face.

Zhenbei King Xiao Zhan's gaze was fixed on Fang Han. The man in front of him looked to be only about twenty years old, and his young face instantly filled his eyes with shock.

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