Tang Clan hidden weapons are generally infused with poison, but the poison on the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is the most potent of all. Legend has it that there is a flower called the Tomb Sun Flower, which blooms only at sunset on lands full of dead people. No one knows where this flower came from, only that it suddenly appeared in the martial arts world five hundred years ago. Its toxicity is extremely strong. Even the most skilled martial artist with profound internal energy will lose their internal energy and die within a single breath once poisoned.
Along with the Tomb Sun Flower, there also appeared the Shennong Grass, which can heal flesh and bones, and the Immortal Jade, which can preserve youth.
The last Tomb Sunflower withered and died ten years ago. The only source of its venom is the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, which was made by soaking the Tomb Sunflower's venom in earlier years.
These materials were all collected by Mu Liunian after searching through the books in Qianjin Pavilion's library for a long time.
"According to the information I found, five hundred years ago, a martial arts genius appeared. At that time, he was a young man who challenged all the martial arts masters of the time. When he reached the pinnacle of martial arts, he was only in his twenties. Later, he lost interest in martial arts and disappeared for a period of time. But two years later, when he reappeared, he had become a murderous demon. He captured many people and killed many people. He was researching the way to immortality."
"Immortality?" These two ethereal words sent a chill down Feng Guang's spine.
“Yes, the path to immortality.” Mu Liunian continued, “It is said that just when he was about to succeed, three masters appeared. These three masters, despite being seriously injured, finally killed him to act on behalf of Heaven. The three items used to refine the elixir of immortality that were found in his house were also taken back by the three masters and entrusted to their descendants for safekeeping.”
Shan Ya said, "They didn't destroy the items, but rather separated them and took them back. This shows that they also wanted to make an elixir of immortality."
“That’s right, Shan Ya, you’re the smartest. You’re the man I’ve chosen.” Mu Liunian gave Shan Ya a big smile. “But it’s a pity that even if they had the materials, they couldn’t develop it. Maybe that dead genius used other medicinal herbs.”
Feng Guang asked, "You said... who are those three people who are keeping those three things safe?"
"The names are no longer verifiable, but it is certain that these three people are the ancestors of the Guan family of Luoyang, the Tang family of Sichuan, and the Xia family of Jiangnan."
"It's me, Guan Yueyue, and the ancestors of the Tang Clan..."
"Well, so I guess that so-called divine doctor would take action against these three families because he knew about the elixir of immortality from five hundred years ago. But he got his just deserts and deserved to die now."
"Cough cough!" Shan Ya coughed, giving Mu Liunian a reproachful look.
Mu Liunian quickly realized what was happening. She shrank closer to Shan Ya and said apologetically, "Um... I'm a quick-witted person, please don't mind."
"It's alright." Feng Guang forced a smile. "Did you come here just to tell me why he's acting so crazy?"
Shan Ya said, "I came to remind you that Xue Ran may not be dead yet."
"What did you say?"
“I also participated in the battle at Huitou Cliff that day. Although I saw that he died, I felt that things were not so simple.” Shan Ya unconsciously tightened his grip on Mu Liunian’s hand because he had an unknown fear. “Perhaps, he was gentle and caring in front of you. During his time in the Demonic Sect, he did treat everyone gently. But often after a moment of gentleness, he would make that person his guinea pig for poisoning, or lock them in a cage with wild beasts and laugh as he watched the beasts tear apart their corpses… Everyone in this world is like his plaything.”
Even he got through it in the same way.
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