The next second, Xiu Qiyu appeared in front of Ye Xiruo, who handed him a cup of spiritual tea: "Brother Xiu Qi, have some tea."

"What happened? You seem so happy."

"Ahem, is it that obvious?" He feigned a serious expression.

Hehe, Xiu Qiyu's expression perfectly conveyed the true meaning of those two words.

Ye Xiruo took out the pills that Zishu had just given her and handed them to Xiu Qiyu: "This is what Senior Brother just gave you, especially for you."

Xiu Qiyu raised an eyebrow: "Then we must thank our senior brother properly."

"That's right! Senior Brother is about to leave, and Second Senior Brother is in seclusion every day. There's no way we can stay in the Pill King Hall any longer."

"Once the space upgrade is complete, we'll head to Sunset Valley."

"Good. I have some great news for you. The Pill King Palace may have to withdraw from the Hundred Sects Grand Competition two years from now, so I don't need to rush to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"That's indeed good news. Since the Palace Master wants to give up, the number and quality of participants won't be very high." To put it bluntly, it's just sending a bunch of cannon fodder to their deaths. Whether they can survive and win in the brutal struggle depends on their fate.

"That's very high. The Hundred Sects Grand Competition is completely devoid of rules and humanity. Countless people will want to take advantage of you then."

"That's bound to disappoint them. I don't like fighting at all. Just thinking about their expressions makes me happy."

"The space upgrade has already begun. We'll make careful arrangements over the next twenty days to prevent them from finding our trail."

"That's necessary. It just so happens that my second senior brother is also in the Pill King Hall, so we can take it out then."

"good."

"Do you think that pervert Lian Jing might make a move against Senior Brother?"

"This Palace Master must have his own arrangements. He will safely escort Senior Brother to the depths of Mount Ling. The depths of Mount Ling are inhabited by spirits, and there are naturally formed barriers and formations. Even a Tribulation-Transcending old monster might not be able to detect it. Besides, these Tribulation-Transcending old monsters are about to undergo their tribulation. Who would be so foolish as to attack someone who is clearly a favorite of the Heavenly Dao? Do they think they've lived too long and can't wait to be struck by heavenly lightning and have their souls scattered, never to be reincarnated?"

"That's true. Senior Brother is the illegitimate son of the Heavenly Dao, so he'll definitely break through to the Nascent Soul stage soon."

"Yes, yes, senior brother is very powerful, and you will become very powerful too." So the topic was steered off course.

Inside the dilapidated inn, countless sophisticated formations formed a tight array. A pale-faced, thin man revealed a broad-minded smile: "I'm ready. Palace Master, you may begin."

The mysterious demon's palm was instantly soaked with sweat. After several days of medicinal baths and recuperation, Fu Hua's condition had improved a lot. However, the toxins had not been cleared away, and his heart was suspended in mid-air, unable to find peace.

Jing Li has been staying next door these past few days, working diligently and responsibly, befitting a deputy physician. He hasn't shown any neglect towards Fu Hua because of his position.

"You, stand guard outside the door," Jing Li ordered without any politeness.

Wuming left stiffly, like a puppet.

"Alright." Since there are no unrelated people around, we can begin the treatment.

"Eat this pill."

After Fu Hua took the pill, a gray gas with a strong corrosive and fishy smell suddenly emanated from his body. Was he impatient?

Jing Li's lips curled into a cold smile, and the Yin-Yang Demon Flame flew out instantly. Wherever the strange fire passed, the gray mist or poisonous gas was instantly burned away, just like the first snow meeting the sun, with a hissing sound.

At the same time, countless green needles instantly appeared in Jing Li's hand. Golden medicinal liquid, exuding light and a pure aura, was instantly divided into countless parts by Jing Li and perfectly fused with the needles, which were full of wood-elemental energy. In the next second, it accurately pierced into Fu Hua's acupoints.

At this moment, the deadly poison in Fu Hua's body had been completely activated, and countless gray-black mists continuously spread out from his body before being devoured by the Yin-Yang Demon Flame.

Of course, only a small portion of these were released; the majority remained within his body, attempting to steal his life force. However, who was Jing Li? The master of the Pill King Palace, the most skilled in making and refining poisons. Even the Emperor himself couldn't guarantee that he was better than Jing Li at poison refining.

Jing Li had seen people like Fu Hua before, terminally ill, half-crippled, and seemingly on the verge of death. However, the poison in Fu Hua's body was particularly difficult to deal with. From a young age, poisons had been slowly eroding his body, and as he grew older, other poisons were added, yet a strange balance was maintained between them. But once he reached adulthood, all the poisons would explode simultaneously, beyond saving.

Fu Hua has managed to survive until now, which is probably because he was destined to be alive. He encountered the mysterious demon race, as can be seen from the remaining demonic energy in his body. It is unknown how much effort the mysterious demon race has put into this sickly man.

Alas, what happened yesterday has brought about today's consequences. Since I have promised Wuming, Jingli will do everything in my power to cure Fuhua.

Although he himself hadn't expected to pay such a high price—damn, what a huge loss! The deleted lines from the second-ranked contestant on the Prodigy List weren't enough, let alone his appearance fee. He'd brought this upon himself, and he had to finish what he started, even if it meant crawling on his knees.

The green needles, radiating a rich, holy light and wood-elemental true energy, pierced into Fu Hua's body and directly merged into his acupoints. They traveled along his meridians and blood, continuously purifying the toxins in Fu Hua's body. The antidote pills that Fu Hua had been given earlier were also taking effect. Gray poisonous mist burst out from Fu Hua's body, but unfortunately, it was burned to ashes by the Yin-Yang Demon Flame as soon as it came out.

Fu Hua's body became a battlefield. At first, the poison had the upper hand, but as the medicinal properties of the pills dissipated and the wood and light energy cooperated, the mixed poisons were gradually defeated, but they still refused to give up and struggled in their death throes.

Fu Hua's entire face was contorted with pain. The toxins had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow. Jing Li was determined to completely remove these toxins. It was as if daggers were constantly cutting into his bone marrow, and trickles of blood dripped from the corners of Fu Hua's mouth.

Zishu quickly flicked a few pills into Fuhua's mouth, determined to hold on. The poison was quite potent; if it couldn't be completely removed, the toxin would launch a counterattack in an instant, and even a god couldn't save her then.

Zishu quickened his movements, and the needles formed from the true energy of wood were continuously pierced into Fuhua's acupoints. Zishu's other hand was placed directly on Fuhua's back, transmitting more life force to him and stimulating the life force in his body to fight against the poison.