Upon hearing Yun Qingran's words, Xuan Ling loosened her teeth that were biting her tongue. She could save Jun Molin, whose heart and lungs were pierced; biting her tongue was nothing to her.
"It's just a mother Gu, right? You can have it if you want." Xuanling glanced at Yun Qingran.
As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood; he'll definitely come back!
"Right now, you're probably thinking, 'As long as I'm alive, I can always make a comeback.' You'll come back to take revenge on me once you're free, right?" Yun Qingran asked Xuan Ling with a smile.
"How did you know?" Xuanling looked at her in surprise.
Could this woman really be a witch? Not only can she revive someone with a punctured heart and lungs, but she can also read one's mind.
Of course, that's just a guess. If I were in danger, I would probably admit defeat verbally but secretly hold a grudge in my heart.
"It's none of your business how I know." Yun Qingran raised her hand and flicked her finger, sending a pill into Xuanling's mouth.
"What did you give me to eat?" Xuanling tried to vomit, but the medicine had been flicked directly into her throat and she couldn't spit it out at all.
“Of course it’s poison.” Yun Qingran walked in front of him with her hands behind her back, explaining as she did so. “I developed this poison myself, using a total of 482 kinds of poisonous herbs. I dare say that within ten years, no one in the world will be able to cure this poison. Let me tell you about its effects. Once you are poisoned by this, firstly, your skin and flesh will rot, then your internal organs will fester, then your meridians will be severed, your bones will become brittle and break, and finally you will turn into a pool of blood.”
"You know poison?" Xuan Ling looked at Yun Qingran with surprise and apprehension. He had always thought she only knew medicine.
"My poison skills are no worse than yours." Yun Qingran raised her chin slightly and looked at him with a contemptuous smile.
"Why did you give me this poison?" Xuanling's eyes were no longer arrogant, but showed a hint of fear.
He now truly realized that he could never defeat Yun Qingran.
"Because I've taken a liking to you, and I want you to be mine." Yun Qingran looked at Xuan Ling with a smile.
This person is highly skilled in poisons, possesses superb martial arts skills, and is both intelligent and ruthless. With proper training and control, he would definitely be a great helper.
Jun Molin's gaze towards Xuanling instantly seemed to carry a knife, chillingly cold.
Xuanling was startled, then chuckled, "Miss Yun, you should have said so earlier. I sell my art and my body, why bother with all this trouble?"
He was a heretic. When he was a Taoist priest in Xiangshan, some old ladies, whose beauty had faded, asked him for the method to maintain their youth. He taught those ladies the method of dual cultivation, which involved absorbing yang energy to replenish yin energy. He had dual cultivation with countless still attractive and noble ladies.
Jun Molin stood up and slowly walked towards Xuanling. He planned to kill Xuanling with a single blow and then tell Ranran that his hand had slipped.
"What are you thinking? Look at your age. What I mean is, I want you to be my subordinate, for free. If you do well, I'll give you the antidote every month; if you don't, you'll die from the poison." Yun Qingran gave Xuan Ling a disdainful look. He really had a dream.
Xuanling: ! ! ...
"Jun Molin, what are you doing here?" Yun Qingran turned around and saw Jun Molin behind her.
"It's nothing, my legs are just numb. I'll get up and walk around." Jun Molin withdrew his internal energy.
"Oh." Yun Qingran thought he was acting strangely.
"Xuanling, would you be willing to be my subordinate?" Yun Qingran looked at Xuanling and asked seriously.
"I'm willing." How could I not be? Xuanling sighed deeply.
He was unparalleled in poison skills, ruthless and vicious, and had dominated the martial arts world for many years. He never expected to be defeated by a young girl. He wondered how the people of the martial arts world would laugh at him.
"Jun Molin, put him down," Yun Qingran said to Jun Molin.
"Hmm." Jun Molin walked to the wall and used the key to unlock the chains on Xuanling's hands, feet, and neck.
Looking at Jun Molin, Xuanling instantly felt better. Even the dignified Prince of Beihan was being bossed around by Yun Qingran. It didn't seem so bad for her to be a Jianghu evil cultivator as her subordinate.
"Let's go, let's go and cure my grandmother and Princess Zhaohua of the poison first," Yun Qingran said.
"Yes." Xuanling followed behind her.
The three of them left the dungeon. Pei Chen saw Xuan Ling and was so frightened that he drew his long sword and shouted, "Miss Yun, Your Highness, get out of the way!"
"Pei Chen, don't be nervous. Xuanling is one of us now," Yun Qingran said, arms crossed.
"One of our own?" Pei Chen looked at Xuan Ling suspiciously. "He's not just faking his surrender, is he?"
"No, don't worry," Yun Qingran said confidently.
She didn't lie to Xuanling. The poison she gave Xuanling did indeed contain 482 kinds of poisonous herbs. With so many kinds of poisonous herbs mixed together, unless it was the person who developed it, outsiders generally couldn't detoxify it. Even if they could, it would take many years.
"Xuanling, wasn't it Yun Xiyue who instructed you to cast spells on my grandmother and Princess Zhaohua?" Yun Qingran asked him in the carriage, though the question was phrased as an inquiry, her tone was certain.
"Yes, the person who instructed me was your cousin, Yun Xiyue. Speaking of your cousin, she's quite a character." Xuanling spoke of Yun Xiyue with disdain, using the word "character" in a sarcastic tone.
In his view, Yun Xiyue had no real strength except for her face. She was too ambitious but too weak. Such a person seemed smart, but was actually very stupid.
"Yun Xiyue, this time, I won't let you off so easily." Yun Qingran chuckled coldly, a strong killing intent flashing in her eyes.
West City Courtyard
"Your Highness, you must save me!" Yun Xiyue knelt before Nangong Ye, crying and clinging to his leg.
Xuanling has been captured, and he will definitely confess. Now that His Highness the Northern Cold King has recovered, that little bitch Yun Qingran will definitely bring him to find me, then convict me and kill me.
I cannot die, I absolutely cannot die. Only by living can I continue to enjoy wealth and luxury, and only then can I avenge myself!
"Xi Yue, it's not that I don't want to save you, but the trouble you've caused is too great, and I'm truly powerless to help you." Nangong Ye's tone was gentle, but he kicked her hard, sending her flying to the side.
No wonder Princess Zhaohua and Lady Zhao were so determined to get rid of Yun Qingran; it turns out they were both under a spell, and this woman was the one who instructed Xuanling to cast the spell.
During the capture of Xuanling, Xuanling also stabbed Jun Molin. With so many crimes combined, Yun Xiyue deserves to die hundreds of times over.
Although he was Prince Ye of Southern Chu, he didn't actually have much influence in Northern Yin. Why should he get involved in this mess for a woman?
"Let's go back to the inn." Nangong Ye flicked his sleeves and led his men away from the courtyard.
Yun Xiyue collapsed to the ground, her face filled with despair and resentment. Why did this happen? She was clearly the most outstanding. From childhood to adulthood, she had diligently studied everything, from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, and even strategy and tactics. Why, in just a few months, did she lose to that little bitch Yun Qingran, and to such a complete and utter defeat?
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!" Yun Xiyue shouted frantically.
"Miss, please don't do this. What if you hurt yourself?" The maidservant beside her quickly pulled her back.
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