She secretly detoxified herself, but still pretended to be deeply poisoned and too weak to use her spiritual power, feigning unconsciousness.
All of this was just to wait for Qiufeng.
At that moment, a figure quietly slipped away from outside the door.
“Master, a cry of pain came from the room you asked me to keep an eye on, followed by a fluctuation of spiritual energy. It seems that the woman has been poisoned by the Soul-Devouring Powder. There is no movement inside the room now.”
At this moment, a man in black outside the door reported.
"Fine, fine," Qiu Feng sneered. "You may leave now."
"Yes!" The man in black turned and left the room.
At this moment, Qiu Feng turned around and gently said to Qiu Muzhu:
"Pearl, did you hear that? Father is already avenging you. You really suffered before..."
The thought of that woman making him slap his beloved daughter several times filled Qiu Feng with rage; he wished he could tear her to pieces.
"Father...Father, Zhu'er doesn't hurt..." Qiu Muzhu weakly replied, stroking the red and swollen area on her face.
Even though she was seething with anger inside, she still had to maintain a well-behaved and gentle image in front of her father.
Hearing Qiu Muzhu's words, Qiu Feng felt even more heartbroken.
He had even suspected that his daughter was pretending to be weak...
Thinking of this, Qiu Feng felt even more guilty. He took out a lot of spiritual medicine and gave it to Qiu Muzhu, hoping that her face could recover soon.
"Father, that girl is not to be trifled with. You must be careful. My injuries are nothing to worry about; Father's safety is the most important thing... Father, perhaps... we shouldn't seek revenge... She's so powerful, what if..."
"Don't worry, Pearl, Father will definitely help you get revenge..."
Qiu Feng interrupted Qiu Muzhu, his eyes suddenly turning sinister, and he whispered:
"She's already poisoned and can't use her spiritual power. Isn't that like catching a turtle in a jar? Let her rest for a few more days. Then, it will be time for you to take revenge..."
Qiu Muzhu was secretly overjoyed. She knew that as long as her father was there, he would definitely be able to avenge her.
A strange smile appeared on Qiu Muzhu's face.
Qiu Feng, who had already turned and left, did not see it.
"Zhu'er, you continue to rest in bed. Father has something to take care of."
Qiu Feng gently gave his instructions, then turned and left the house.
Despite his subordinates telling him that she had been poisoned, the cautious Qiu Feng still decided to go and confirm it himself.
Upon arriving at Qiu Ling'er's VIP room, Qiu Feng gently knocked on the door:
"girl?"
Lying on the bed, Qiu Ling'er sneered. She lay quietly, feigning confusion, and asked:
Who is it?
Qiu Feng said:
"It's me, Qiufeng. It's like this, young lady, I have a spiritual herb here that is extremely useful for cultivation. I hope you can accept it."
Of course, giving her the elixir was a ruse; it was merely a way to observe Qiu Ling'er closely for any unusual behavior.
"You're too kind, Pavilion Master Qiu. Spiritual herbs are rare and precious, so please keep them for yourself. I'm currently in seclusion and will need some more time, so I won't trouble you with that."
Qiu Ling'er said calmly.
But Qiu Feng interpreted these words in a completely different way—
Qiu Ling'er is currently unwell and should not see him.
Qiu Feng was secretly delighted: It seems that Qiu Ling'er has really been poisoned.
He didn't want to go back in right now, so he told her to have some peace and quiet for a few days.
He had his subordinates put the Soul-Devouring Powder into the crystal. Only by absorbing it would one be poisoned. However, the poisoned person would not realize that they had been poisoned. They would only think that there was a problem in their cultivation, causing pain in their dantian and making it impossible to use spiritual power.
Qiu Feng believed that Qiu Ling'er was unaware that he was poisoned, and that her seclusion was simply a way for her to recuperate...
"In that case, I won't bother you any longer, young lady. Farewell."
Qiu Feng bowed slightly and then left Qiu Ling'er's room.
Qiu Feng's face immediately darkened as soon as he stepped out of the room:
"Hmph, I don't believe you can hold out for long. This time, let's see how you fight me."
"I, Qiu Feng, have always been one to seek revenge. If you dare to harm my daughter, you'd better be prepared to pay the price!"
Qiu Feng was in a great mood, walking along while thinking about how to punish this arrogant little brat.
After Qiu Feng left, Qiu Ling'er, who was lying on the bed, immediately sat up.
She had assumed that old scoundrel Qiu Feng would definitely come in to investigate, and she was prepared for it. Who would have thought that perhaps the old scoundrel was too confident in his poison and simply believed that she had been poisoned?
Qiu Ling'er narrowed her eyes:
"Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being unjust."
A cold smile flickered across her lips as she quietly concealed her presence and dashed toward the window.
When Qiu Ling'er left the VIP room, she discovered that Qiu Feng had not gone far.
She quietly followed Qiu Feng's footsteps and silently followed him to the courtyard wall, waiting for him to return to his residence so she could sneak into his room. After seeing where Qiu Feng had gone, Qiu Ling'er lightly leaped up, nimbly vaulted over the wall, and returned to her own room.
Several days passed quietly. Qiu Ling'er stayed in her room to cultivate every day. Naturally, Qiu Feng thought that Qiu Ling'er was poisoned. Fearing that he would find out, she pretended to be in seclusion to cultivate.
Spiritual practitioners are different from ordinary people; they can go without food and water for months without any problems.
So Qiu Ling'er continued to play this role.
Every night, she would sneak into Qiu Feng's room while he was asleep and throw some things into his room. These were little trinkets she made in her spare time, which were a kind of slow poison. They were not fatal, but they could slowly cause the poisoned person to lose their five senses.
After all, Qiu Feng had given her a gift, so of course she had to reciprocate. "Reciprocity" had always been her principle.
A few more days passed.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
A scream suddenly erupted from Qiu Feng's room, followed by a figure rushing away with lightning speed, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. "What happened?"
"What happened?"
"What's wrong, Master? Why are you in such a hurry..."
Everyone looked puzzled, and at the same time, they looked towards Qiu Feng's room, wondering if something had happened there.
"It seems there's been some unexpected situation?" A young man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Qiu Feng, who had rushed out, arrived at the elder's room in the pavilion. Without thinking twice, he kicked open the door:
"Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, please save me!"
A cry of "Elder, save me!" startled the three people chatting inside. They immediately recognized Qiu Feng, the master of Qiushui Pavilion, as the one who rushed in, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Feng'er, what's wrong with you? Tell me quickly what happened, how did it become like this?"
"I can't believe it!" asked Elder Di Shan in a panic, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Qiu Feng didn't have time to explain anything; he simply pointed to his eyes.
"Elder, please help me examine my body. What's wrong with me? I can't see!!"
Qiu Feng said urgently.
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