The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Qi Wuyai was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

Fang Hongxiu said calmly, "Or is it that Elder Qi doesn't even respect an old woman like me?"

"...This subordinate dares not!" Qi Wuyai's face turned pale and then red.

Chen Qianyang keenly noticed that there was another figure standing in the bamboo shadows behind Fang Hongxiu.

This old lady, though living in seclusion, was able to know what happened during the day, clearly indicating that she also possessed power in secret.

Judging from Qi Wuyai's attitude, Fang Hongxiu, even if she is not a member of the Demonic Sect, is probably quite related to them.

She directly addressed the leader of the Sun Moon Demon Sect, Dongfang Bubai, as "Dongfang," clearly indicating a close relationship with him.

If that's the case, how did she get involved with Feng Qingyang?

Chen Qianyang's mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't grasp the key points for a moment.

Qi Wuyai, caught in an awkward situation, knew he couldn't kill Chen Qianyang tonight.

In terms of martial arts, he wouldn't be afraid of ten Fang Hongxius.

But this old woman held a very high position in the church, and at least openly, he dared not touch her.

"Since you are the old lady's guest, I was being presumptuous." Qi Wuyai glared at Chen Qianyang. "Please rest well, old lady. I'll take my leave!"

Only after Qi Wuyai left did Chen Qianyang forcibly suppress his surging blood and qi.

The chilling palm strike he had just received had aggravated the strange poison within his body, causing him considerable discomfort.

He sheathed his Azure Water Sword, bowed deeply to Fang Hongxiu's retreating figure, and said, "Junior Chen Qianyang thanks you for saving me, senior."

Fang Hongxiu slowly turned around, sizing up the pale-faced boy who still stood ramrod straight: "You little rascal, you're quite interesting. Since you're here, come in and have a chat."

Chen Qianyang nodded and followed.

He knew his chance had come.

After entering the room, he took out the red tassel from his bosom.

"This junior... was entrusted by Grand Uncle Feng Qingyang." He held the tassel in both hands and handed it over. "He asked this junior to return this to an old friend surnamed Fang."

The moment Fang Hongxiu's gaze fell on the tassel, a ripple appeared in her usually calm eyes.

Her withered hand accepted the tassel.

"Feng Qingyang..."

"He still kept it... He still remembers it..." Fang Hongxiu's eyes were filled with tears, as if she was lost in a long-ago memory.

After a long while, she finally looked at Chen Qianyang, her gaze complex and unreadable.

"Did Feng Qingyang tell you about what happened that day?"

"No, Uncle Feng only asked me to deliver this item to you, senior, to see if you are alright. He said nothing else."

"Foolish man..." Fang Hongxiu sighed, "He seems to have let go of everything, but in the end he can't. So many years have passed, does he still want to pretend he knows nothing... Never mind, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore."

Fang Hongxiu stared at Chen Qianyang for a long time before suddenly speaking, "Little boy, are you suffering from internal injuries?"

She stepped forward, and before Chen Qianyang could react, her fingers were already on his wrist.

"No..." Fang Hongxiu's expression changed slightly.

"You've been poisoned!" She looked up abruptly. "This...this isn't ordinary poison! It's like the Frost Corpse Poison that bastard Qi Wuyai concocted, hmm...like a counterfeit of the 'Three Corpse Brain God Pill'!"

"The Three Corpse Brain God Pill?!" Chen Qianyang suddenly looked up. This strange poison from the demonic sect, which he had only heard of in legends, was actually related to him!

"That's right." Fang Hongxiu seemed to see through his thoughts, "But not entirely. The Divine Pill is made by refining wondrous insects using secret methods, causing a living hell, forcing complete submission. But the poison in your body..."

She paused for a moment: "This is just a replica. The maker only knew the surface and not the inside. He forcibly used extremely yin and cold internal energy as a guide to combine several kinds of strange poisons and stimulate its domineering toxicity."

She looked at Chen Qianyang's left arm, where the black line seemed to wriggle as if it were alive.

"Then, by channeling the icy internal energy into the injured person's body, those with insufficient internal energy can only last for half a year at most. Even those with profound internal energy will have their bodies and internal energy consumed by the icy poison each time it takes to take effect."

Chen Qianyang was shocked: "This poison was probably planted by Zuo Lengchan's 'Frosty True Qi'."

"Zuo Lengchan?" Fang Hongxiu looked surprised. "Isn't this the head of the Songshan Sect?"

Chen Qianyang then began to recount his experiences in detail, adding the information he had overheard in the study about Qi Wuyai handing over the sample of the Frost Corpse Poison to Zuo Lengchan.

"That Qi Wuyai truly deserves to die!" Fang Hongxiu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "That treacherous beast! He dared to steal the method of making divine pills, refine such evil substances, and even dared to trade them with outsiders to obtain his pitiful position of power!"

At this moment, Chen Qianyang finally understood.

Zuo Lengchan, Qi Wuyai, Feng Buping... all the roots of his family's destruction, death, and the strange poison he suffered were completely connected at this moment.

He suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart and bowed deeply to Fang Hongxiu: "This junior is afflicted with this strange poison. I humbly request that you teach me the antidote."

"This poison was concocted by Qi Wuyai. How do you know I can cure it?" Fang Hongxiu smiled, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes. "It must have been Feng Qingyang who told you."

"It's alright to tell you, this kind of poison has no antidote, and even Zuo Lengchan and Qi Wuyai probably don't have one."

"What?" Chen Qianyang was shocked.

"This poison requires the poisoner's icy internal energy to guide and unblock the victim's meridians in order to temporarily suppress it." Fang Hongxiu revealed a hint of amusement: "In other words, the poisoned person will become the poisoner's puppet and slave for life."

Chen Qianyang took two steps back, a hint of despair in his eyes.

He'd rather be dead than become Zuo Lengchan's puppet.

"Is there really no other way?" Chen Qianyang asked, unwilling to give up.

"There is a way, of course, and Feng Qingyang probably figured it out as well," Fang Hongxiu continued, "which is why you came here."

Chen Qianyang cursed the old fox in his heart, but his expression was extremely respectful: "Please, senior, save me."

"Although this 'Frosty Corpse Poison' is domineering, it is ultimately a low-quality product and has not yet touched the core of the divine pill."

"As long as we find the right medicinal guide, and supplement it with my unique acupuncture technique, we can remove it."

Chen Qianyang's face lit up with joy: "Senior..."

"However, why should I help you?"

Chen Qianyang paused, realizing that the old woman's words had a hidden meaning.

"As you can see, the Fang family is no longer under my control."

She stood up, looked at the bamboo forest outside the window, and said softly, "My Fang family has always been known for its poetry and books, and has always stayed away from the conflicts of the martial world. Who knew that a peerless master would emerge from us decades ago, and since then the Fang family has been deeply involved in the martial world."

Fang Wei is from a distant branch of the Fang family. Qi Wuyai chose him simply because he is easy to control. These two are in cahoots and have committed countless heinous acts over the past ten years. Now they are engaging in a business that could lead to executions. They are pushing the Fang family's century-old foundation into an abyss of no return!

I wanted to stop her, but as you can see, I'm just an old, frail woman.

Fang Hongxiu turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed on Chen Qianyang.

"Therefore, I need a knife. A knife that can cut through all of this, but without tarnishing the reputation of my Fang family."

She paused for a moment: "Currently, there are many factions within the Divine Cult, and internal strife is about to break out. As long as you kill Qi Wuyai, you can ensure the safety of my Fang family for the time being."

"Qi Wuyai is a traitor to the Divine Cult and your enemy. Help me kill him, and I will help you cure the poison. As for Fang Wei, spare his life; I still have a use for him. What do you say?"

"this……"

Chen Qianyang hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Senior! You...you overestimate me! I'm just a lowly soldier from Mount Hua, with meager martial arts skills and shallow internal energy! Qi Wuyai's martial arts are superb; he can even fight Guo Daxia to a standstill! He's surrounded by countless experts..."

And then there's Murong Fu as an outsider... How could I possibly be their match?

"Little kid." Fang Hongxiu smiled as she watched his performance.

"Are you still putting on an act in front of me? Since you are Feng Qingyang's successor, possess martial arts like the Dugu Nine Swords, and have a powerful ally like Guo Jing, even if I didn't mention it, wouldn't you deal with Qi Wuyai?"