Chapter 133: Poisoning
Zhuque Lin was also stunned for a moment before shaking his head. "Thank you Xuanwu Ling for your kindness. I'm used to being idle and really don't like being the Pavilion Master."
"Hmph, I think some people want to be the Pavilion Master themselves, so they deliberately use others as shields!" Qinglong snorted coldly and said loudly.
"I didn't say that. Speaking of the position of Pavilion Master, who among us here is not qualified?" Xuanwu Ling continued, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Qinglong Yi was obviously full of ambition.
"I don't have the qualifications. Even among the four elders, who can possibly submit to whom?" Bai Hu Ran said with a smile, "Who among you can compare to the abilities of the Pavilion Master back then?"
"Now that the Pavilion Master is dead, why should we still hold on to this vacant Pavilion Master position? Wouldn't it be better to elect someone new?" In Xuanwu Ling's opinion, he is the oldest and naturally has the greatest prestige among the four elders. If he really wants to be the Pavilion Master, he is more qualified than anyone else.
But he forgot that these four elders were all selected by the Pavilion Master himself. They usually had no interactions and were responsible for different areas, so it was impossible for them to be of one mind.
So when he shouted that he wanted to be the leader of the pavilion, no one paid any attention to him, leaving only one person laughing at him.
"No wonder I often see people from your north in my east. I'm afraid you have been prepared for a long time, just to find out the details of my east side?"
As Qinglong finished speaking, Baihu Ran also spoke, "I think Xuanwu Ling has been living comfortably for too long recently. I'm afraid he has forgotten who you were before. Do you really think that you can grasp the situation in our south by just going around? Or do you think you can find out some secrets and threaten me?
What a joke!
Having said that, Xuanwu Ling simply turned cold and said, "Whether it can be a threat or not, we will know if we try it...ah——"
Before Xuanwu Ling could finish his words, he suddenly flew up uncontrollably. He screamed in fright, and just as he was about to use his power, his body suddenly hit the wall behind him.
The huge impact force caused one wall to collapse. Xuanwu Ling slowly crawled up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked around in disbelief.
The other three stood up suddenly.
"Who is it?"
"Who's there?"
Qinglong roared and drew out the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand immediately, ready to fight at any time.
Baihu Ran was the same, with a look of astonishment on his face. Only Zhuque Lin was only surprised for a moment, but soon he smiled slightly and calmed down.
"Here I come."
Sang Yu responded and slowly appeared in front of everyone.
"Threat?" Sang Yu looked at the Xuanwu Order lying in the ruins. "What gives you the right?"
She stretched out her hand and gently put her five fingers together, and the body of Xuanwu Ling, who was still struggling to survive, also curled up.
"Ah——Pavilion Master... spare my life... ah——"
Xuanwu Ling screamed and died before he could finish his sentence, and he remained in a tense posture until his death.
"A Xuanwu Order dares to dream of becoming the Pavilion Master? You're dreaming."
After Sang Yu finished speaking, the three of them came back to their senses from their shock.
"Welcome back, Pavilion Master."
Qinglong Yi, Baihu Ran, and Zhuque Lin knelt on the ground with their heads lowered. Their faces had different expressions. They couldn't help but feel nervous and even began to doubt whether they had said something wrong just now.
Sang Yu sat down on the top chair, his eyes sharp and his aura powerful, making the three people kneeling on the ground even more frightened.
After all, they are well aware of Sang Yu's power.
Mainly because she thought that he could take people's lives from a distance and could make her angry with just a random word. Her level of terror was comparable to that of the King of Hell. This was also the main reason why Sang Yu had such a high deterrent effect in Dusheng Pavilion.
The four elders were all selected by Sang Yu. From the moment they became the four elders, their names disappeared. If they did not do well, the Xuanwu Order just now would be their fate.
When one Xuanwu Order dies, there will be a second and a third Xuanwu Order rising up.
Simply put, their life and death are in Sang Yu's hands.
"Long time no see. I didn't expect that I would be a step late and the owner of my Dusheng Pavilion would be replaced."
Sang Yu looked at her nails, thinking that she could paint them a nice color when she got married. Her tone seemed casual, but it made the hearts of the three kneeling people tremble, and cold sweat ran down their backs.
"I have absolutely no second thoughts. I hope Pavilion Master will forgive me!"
Sang Yu also knew that he had just returned and it was the time to use people. The death of Xuanwu Ling just now had already served as a warning to others, so the next things only needed to be done in secret.
After leaving Dusheng Pavilion, Sang Yu changed clothes on the way and walked around a few more times before returning to Nie's residence.
As soon as she walked into her yard, she saw Xiaohong standing in front of the door waiting anxiously. When she saw Sang Yu, she immediately felt relieved.
When Sang Yu saw Xiaohong's expression, she knew that Yu Zhiheng was here again.
When she returned to her room, Yu Zhiheng immediately came over to her.
"Sister, where have you been? Why did you come back just now?"
Sang Yu sat down at the table, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, then suddenly stopped.
"When did you come?"
Seeing Sang Yu's expression turn completely cold, Yu Zhiheng quickly turned cold as well, "What's wrong?"
"There's poison in the teacup."
Yu Zhiheng stood up suddenly and immediately held Sang Yu in his arms.
"It's okay, this poison is fine on me, did you drink it?"
Yu Zhiheng paused for a moment, remembering that when he just came in, he was too bored waiting for Sang Yu, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip.
When Sang Yu saw Yu Zhiheng's expression, she understood everything. She immediately pressed two major acupoints on Yu Zhiheng, asked him to lie down, and gently took his pulse.
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