Chapter 58 Ling Zixia uses fire to burn poison
Zhao Wenxuan's roar echoed in the bedroom, frightening Wang Fu, who was kneeling on the ground, to death.
He rolled and crawled to his feet from the ground, and kowtowed desperately to Zhao Wenxuan.
"Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me! I will definitely investigate! I will definitely find out who is behind this!"
His voice was filled with fear; he knew he was in real trouble this time.
Zhao Wenxuan snorted coldly, he was too lazy to even look at the manager who was doing his job incompetently.
He turned around and walked quickly to the bed, his face once again filled with concern.
He looked at Ling Zixia who was still sobbing softly and comforted her in an extremely gentle tone.
"Okay, stop crying. This matter has nothing to do with you. It's because I didn't manage my family well that you suffered this injustice."
"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation."
Ling Zixia raised her tearful face and looked at Zhao Wenxuan pitifully.
"Sir...I...I am not sad because of these material possessions."
"I'm just afraid... afraid that they'll contaminate the Prime Minister's reward today, and tomorrow... tomorrow they'll poison my food."
"In this mansion, I... I really can't sleep or eat well..."
Her words were sincere and full of concern for her own safety, which instantly aroused Zhao Wenxuan's strong desire to protect her.
He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ling Zixia's eyes, his movements so gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.
"Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can touch a hair on your head."
As he spoke, his eyes became sharp and he glanced at all the servants in the room.
"From today on, the food, clothing, and other expenses of everyone in Jingsi Academy will be the responsibility of my study. No one else is allowed to interfere."
"Also, send another team of guards to completely seal off this yard. Not even a fly is allowed to get in!"
This order was tantamount to giving Ling Zixia the highest level of security, and also completely undermined the power of other managers in the prime minister's mansion.
When Wang Fu heard this, he felt even more miserable. He knew that he had completely lost the young master's trust this time.
After Zhao Wenxuan comforted Ling Zixia, his eyes fell on the box of jewelry that had become waste.
He looked at those gray-black filthy things, and a trace of disgust and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He gave Wang Fu a cold order, without a trace of emotion in his tone.
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and let me deal with this box of dirty stuff!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Fu felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly got up from the ground and directed the two servants who had already been frightened silly.
"Quick! Take the box away! Take it to the incinerator in the backyard and burn it clean for our family!"
The two servants stepped forward immediately and hurriedly tried to lift the heavy pearwood box.
But just as their hands were about to touch the box, a weak but firm voice rang out again.
"Wait a moment."
Everyone stopped moving and looked at Ling Zixia on the bed in confusion.
Ling Zixia leaned on the pillow, looked at the box of dirty jewelry, and slowly shook her head.
"Sir, no."
Zhao Wenxuan looked at her in confusion and asked.
"Why not? These things are poisoned. Leaving them here will only bring bad luck."
Ling Zixia coughed lightly twice and explained in a very solemn tone.
"Young Master, you may not know this poison that contaminates gold and silver. It's called 'Gold-Eroding Powder' and is a form of witchcraft in Southern Xinjiang."
"This poison is extremely powerful. It can not only corrode metal and stone, but also pollute the human soul."
"If we use ordinary fireworks to burn it, the poisonous gas will be blown away by the wind. By then... I'm afraid everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion will suffer."
She spoke these words in a serious tone, full of mystery and horror.
When everyone present heard the words "Southern Xinjiang Witchcraft", their faces changed instantly and their eyes were filled with fear.
Wang Fu was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees again. He felt like he had just walked through the gates of hell.
Zhao Wenxuan's face also became extremely ugly. He didn't expect that this matter would involve such evil witchcraft.
"Then...then in your opinion, what should we do?" He subconsciously asked Ling Zixia, as if she was the backbone here.
Ling Zixia showed an embarrassment on her face. She pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"I... only happened to see a record of this poison in my father's medical book."
"The book says that this poison fears fire, but it is not afraid of ordinary fire."
"If you want to completely purify it, you must use the most masculine and powerful fire."
Zhao Wenxuan frowned even more tightly and asked.
"What is the most yang and most powerful fire?"
Ling Zixia's eyes glanced at the still burning candle on the table without leaving any trace.
The candle lit on the candlestick was the "Underworld Candle" that Zhao Wenxuan had sent earlier. Although the poison had long been neutralized by her, the candle itself was still there.
She said softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"The book... seems to say that one needs to use the oil from an eternal lamp that has burned for three days and three nights to draw out the 'pure yang fire' that purifies poisons."
Of course, she made up this statement casually, with the purpose of getting rid of this box of "evidence" with a legitimate reason.
Zhao Wenxuan showed disappointment when he heard this. He felt that this method was too vague.
"Eternal lamp? There is no such thing as an eternal lamp that burns for three days and three nights in this mansion."
Just when everyone thought the matter had reached a stalemate, Ling Zixia suddenly seemed to remember something.
She pointed to the candlestick on the table and said in a tone of surprise.
"Sir, look, that candle!"
"Isn't that the calming incense and candles you gave me a few days ago?"
"Because I love that fragrance, I've been reluctant to extinguish it. I keep it lit day and night. Counting the time, today... seems to be exactly the third day."
She said this perfectly, attributing everything to a perfect coincidence.
A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in Zhao Wenxuan's eyes. He quickly walked to the table and looked at the half-burned candle.
Although he still had doubts in his heart, at this point, he could only give it a try.
He immediately ordered Wang Fu to get a brazier and some dry firewood.
Wang Fu did not dare to delay at all. He ran out crawling and quickly prepared everything with his servants.
Zhao Wenxuan personally picked up the candlestick and carefully poured the lamp oil in the candlestick onto the dry firewood in the brazier.
At the moment the lamp oil came into contact with dry firewood, a magical scene happened.
There was only a slight "whoosh" sound, and a ball of golden flame suddenly jumped out of the brazier.
The color of the flame was completely different from the ordinary orange-red flame, and it was a brilliant and pure gold.
When the flame burns, there is no trace of black smoke, but instead it emits a faint, strange fragrance like sandalwood.
The temperature of the entire room seemed to become warm and peaceful because of the appearance of this golden flame.
Everyone present was stunned by the sacred and strange scene before them. They all stared with wide eyes as if they were witnessing a miracle.
Little did they know that this so-called "Pure Yang Fire" was just a small trick Ling Zixia had done to the wax of the "Netherworld Candle".
She used her golden fingers to transform the composition of the wax oil so that when it burned, it could combine with certain substances in the air to produce this golden flame effect.
This is just a little trick using chemical reactions, but at this moment, it has become an irrefutable "miracle".
Zhao Wenxuan looked at the golden flame, his eyes filled with shock and fanaticism, and the last trace of doubt in his heart about Ling Zixia completely disappeared.
Without hesitation, he ordered Wang Fu to throw the box of poisoned jewels into the brazier one by one.
Wang Fu stretched out his hand tremblingly. He used a pair of pliers to pick up the phoenix hairpin that had turned gray and black, and carefully threw it into the golden flame.
“Sizzle…”
There was a sharp sound, and the moment the phoenix hairpin came into contact with the golden flame, it melted quickly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.
No residue was left, only a wisp of green smoke rising up and then dissipating into the air.
Then, the second, the third...
The box full of filth was completely purified in this magical golden flame, leaving no trace.
Ling Zixia, on the other hand, leaned against the head of the bed under the illumination of the golden firelight, with a compassionate and holy smile on her face.
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