Chapter 295: You want to make me lose my job? Apologize now!
With a snap.
The Sword Saint jumped down from the air with the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and slapped Xuanyuan Sheng directly in the face with the sword.
"You don't even recognize me? I'm your ancestor! You used to burn paper for me every year, and my portrait is still hanging in the middle of your ancestral hall!
You are such a useless brat, you have two balls on your head and can't even recognize people!"
The Sword Master did not use his divine power, but he also did not hold back on his strength, leaving a large red mark on Xuanyuan Sheng's face.
However, Xuanyuan Sheng had just fed the Xuanyuan Sword with his blood, and his internal organs were in unbearable pain, so he didn't care about the pain on his face.
“Ancestor…?”
After being hit, Xuanyuan Sheng stood there in a daze, staring at the Sword Saint for a long time.
Although the Sword Master was wearing a more modern yellow T-shirt and a small yellow electric donkey helmet, his face was exactly the same as the portrait hanging in his family's ancestral hall!
The most important thing is that he can unite all the swords into one and directly summon the Xuanyuan Sword!
The first owner of the Xuanyuan Sword was not Patriarch Wentian, but he had followed Patriarch Wentian for thousands of years, which was why he was so willing to be summoned by Patriarch Wentian.
If it were anyone else, even if they had learned the art of unifying all swords, the Xuanyuan Sword's sword spirit might not be happy to be summoned.
"Ancestor Wentian!"
After Xuanyuan Sheng confirmed the identity of the Sword Saint, he was so excited that his voice choked and he fell to his knees on the ground.
"Grandmaster, please save Xi'er! Xi'er has been poisoned and her life is hanging by a thread. I really have no other options!"
Speaking of the latter part, Xuanyuan Sheng, a man of hundreds of years old, couldn't help but have red eyes and tears streaming down his face.
"Why are you crying? Is this all you can do?!"
The Sword Saint scolded, then pointed in Song Mang's direction and said, "That's my boss. No matter what conflict you have, you have to apologize to her first!"
“……?”
Xuanyuan Sheng's choked voice paused.
He looked at Song Mang blankly, thinking he had misheard, "Ancestor, you...what did you say?"
This girl Song Mang is a human being, and she is only in her twenties. How come she is the boss of his ancestor?
Who is his ancestor?
He was a great swordsman from ancient times, a master in the Spirit Transformation Stage, a supreme swordsman who could break mountains and rivers with a single sword strike!
Rumor has it that the ancestor has only reached the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but with the Xuanyuan Sword in hand, it is no problem for him to single-handedly challenge a Half-Step Immortal at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm!
Such a peerless figure, even in ancient times, would never work like a slave!
The Sword Master repeated impatiently, "You're so young, how come you're still hard of hearing? She's my boss, and I've only been working for a short time, and you're chasing after her and attacking her. Do you want me to lose my job? Apologize now!"
"But, but... She poisoned Xi'er. Old Ancestor, Xi'er is about to..."
With a bang.
The Sword Master punched Xuanyuan Sheng directly on the head, causing him to spit out blood on the spot.
"Apologize! Quickly!"
The Sword Master said angrily, "What's the value of your son? Why would the boss poison him? My boss has important things to do and has no time for your stupid son!"
Xuanyuan Sheng's magic sword was in the hands of the Sword Saint, and the Sword Saint himself suppressed the bloodline of his ancestor, which made Xuanyuan Sheng unable to utter a word of rebuttal.
Xuanyuan Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Mang with a complicated expression, and then stood up tremblingly.
He hesitated for a while, but finally clasped his fists towards Song Mang, bowed and said, "Miss Song, I'm really sorry for offending you just now."
Song Mang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I understand your eagerness to save your son, but I still have to say that I didn't poison Xuanyuan Xi.
How about this, I have a new employee here who is good at treating illnesses and refining medicine, let him go and check on Xuanyuan Xi."
Because of the presence of the Sword Saint, Xuanyuan Sheng finally believed Song Mang's explanation, and looked at her with more gratitude.
He clasped his fists again and said, "Miss Song, forgiving us and recommending a doctor to me, is incredibly generous! Thank you!"
If Xi'er can get through this difficult time, I will definitely do my best to help Miss Song if she needs help in the future!"
Song Mang looked at the strange doctor and said, "Go and check on Xuanyuan Xi. Although you are strange, you should be able to cure the poison in the world, right?"
"Of course."
The strange doctor raised his chin and said, "I have studied all the medicines in the world thoroughly! Boss, I am not exaggerating, there is no poison in this world that I can't cure!
Most of the poisons and elixirs in the world today may have their recipes passed down from me!"
The strange doctor took a look at the sword master and could feel that the swordsmanship of this guy was even more powerful than Xuanyuan Sheng.
He coughed lightly and continued, "Boss, everyone has different strengths. Although I'm not as fierce a fighter as these two, I'm a professional at detoxification!"
If Xuanyuan Sheng wasn't a sword cultivator and didn't have the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand, even if he was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, the strange doctor would be able to crush him to death in minutes.
After hearing what he said, Sword Master noticed the new employee next to Song Mang and looked at him for a while.
A sense of crisis arose in the Sword Master's heart.
This guy seems to be more powerful than him, and he can't even see what level the strange doctor is!
Will the boss ask him to help deliver food in the future?!
As the Sword Master was pondering, Song Mang's voice came again, "In that case, let the strange doctor take a look."
"Everyone, please follow me!"
Xuanyuan Sheng had seen the corpse water dragon of the strange doctor, and he could tell at a glance that this was a ruthless person with extraordinary medical and poison skills.
Xuanyuan Sheng made a gesture of invitation towards them, "Xi'er is seriously injured and unconscious, and it's not suitable to move him. I'll ask an old friend to look after him outside."
Everyone followed him out.
Xuanyuan Sheng had split a large crack in the mountain, making the passage wider.
Outside was the open space below the cliff.
Earlier, after Xuanyuan Xi and others fell down, they happened to meet Xuanyuan Sheng who was trapped here.
Not long after meeting Xuanyuan Sheng, the poison in Xuanyuan Xi's body broke out completely and he suddenly fell into a coma. Xuanyuan Sheng didn't even have time to ask him what happened.
"Old Qi."
Xuanyuan Sheng took them to the corner of the open space and found an old Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe.
The old Taoist priest looked old, with some white hair mixed in his bun, but he was energetic and walked briskly, and he looked like a person with high cultivation level.
"Xuanyuan, you're finally back!"
Taoist Qi said with a worried look, "Xuanyuan Xi and the kid from the Ouyang family haven't woken up yet. Their breath is getting weaker and weaker. Have you found the antidote?"
"I haven't found the antidote, but I've found a great doctor. Let him check on Xier first."
When the strange doctor saw the two unconscious people, he went over to take their pulses and observe them for a while.
After about two minutes, the strange doctor saw through the clues and looked coldly in Ouyang Chen's direction.
"Boy, you're not poisoned at all. Just get up when you wake up. Aren't you tired of pretending for so long?"
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