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"Well……"

Ren Yingying felt a sharp pain in her wrist, then let out a muffled groan, a complex mix of humiliation and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

"She...she was recuperating in a guest room on the back hill. Since returning from Fuzhou, her injuries have not healed, and she has been vomiting blood continuously..."

"To recover from an injury?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of suspicion flashed in Meng Fei's eyes.

"Where are you? Take me there right now."

Left with no other choice, Ren Yingying had to suppress her humiliation and worry for Lan Fenghuang, and under Meng Fei's cold gaze, she led Meng Fei and his group toward the guest rooms on the back of Blackwood Cliff.

At the same time, she waved her hand, signaling the remaining members of the Sun Moon Cult to disperse first.

Now that I am under control, there is no point in continuing the struggle; it will only increase casualties.

As soon as I stepped into the quieter courtyard of the guest rooms on the back mountain, a strong, pungent smell of herbs mixed with a faint, lingering stench of blood hit me.

"It's in...that room." Ren Yingying raised her left hand, which was not restrained, and pointed to a guest room in front of her with its doors and windows tightly closed, but faint light and the smell of medicine were coming through.

"You, go in and check."

Meng Fei casually ordered "Seven Killings" and "Mars" to enter the room.

The two men slipped inside and returned a moment later to report: "Sir, Lan Fenghuang is indeed inside, lying on the bed, her aura extremely weak, as if she is trying to expel the poison through her internal energy."

It turns out that Lan Fenghuang sneaked into the mansion and launched a surprise attack, thinking that he could capture her easily. However, in order to protect Aya, Alu activated the "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles" given to her by Meng Fei in a moment of panic!

Caught off guard, Lan Fenghuang tried her best to dodge but was still hit by several poisoned needles.

The "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles" were already vicious and difficult to defend against, and with the addition of a potent poison, even though Lan Fenghuang was the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, she was unable to detoxify herself for a while. Therefore, after returning to Blackwood Cliff, she has been trying her best to heal her wounds and expel the poison.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei immediately led Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian into the room.

Inside, the lighting was dim, and the smell of medicine was even stronger.

Lan Fenghuang lay supine on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her lips a strange dark purple, her eyes slightly closed, and her breathing weak.

Hearing the noise, she forced her eyelids open, her eyes unfocused and lifeless, as if she had already foreseen her fate.

Seeing this, Meng Fei immediately released Ren Yingying, took a few steps to the bedside, and looked down at her.

"Hand over the antidote to 'Thousand Days of Sleep,' and I might let you die a quicker death!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Fenghuang weakly shook her head, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. Her voice was broken as she said, "The method for refining... Thousand-Day Sleep... has long been lost. What I have... is merely a fragment... how could I possibly have... an antidote..."

"Nonsense!"

How could Meng Fei believe it? The image of A Luo sleeping soundly lingered in his mind, and anxiety and rage instantly overwhelmed his reason!

"Since you can use this poison, you must have a way to cure it! Tell me! Where is the antidote?! Otherwise, I'll make you suffer every kind of torture imaginable, a fate worse than death!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward, his five fingers like hooks, about to grab Lan Fenghuang's crown.

"stop!"

Ren Yingying quickly stepped forward and rushed in front of Lan Fenghuang to block Meng Fei.

"She's already in this state, why would she lie? Why force her?"

"Get out of the way, or... don't blame me for being impolite!"

Meng Fei suddenly pushed Ren Yingying away and reached out to grab Lan Fenghuang.

However, Lan Fenghuang simply closed her eyes, a look of utter relief on her face, and said weakly, "Believe... or not... it's up to you... If I had... the antidote... why would I... deceive you..."

Subsequently, despite Meng Ding's repeated questioning and even threats of life and death, Lan Fenghuang simply shook her head repeatedly, only offering a few words such as "I don't know" and "no solution."

Thinking that A'Luo is still asleep and her life is slipping away day by day, and that the culprit in front of her is stubbornly refusing to be dealt with.

Meng Fei's long-suppressed violence, despair, and pent-up anger finally erupted completely!

"Then go die!!!"

With a low growl like a wild beast, Meng Fei said no more, gathered his inner strength, and slammed a palm down hard on Lan Fenghuang's forehead!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Lan Fenghuang shuddered violently, the sound of her skull shattering clearly audible. Then, the light in her eyes completely faded, and she collapsed softly onto the bed, falling silent once more.

"ah!!"

Ren Yingying let out a sorrowful cry, watching helplessly as her friend, who had followed her for many years and with whom she had a close relationship, died before her eyes. A chilling sense of shared sorrow welled up in her heart.

Seeing that Lan Fenghuang was dead, and that the "Thousand Days of Sleep" poison seemed to be truly incurable, the string of "hope" in Meng Fei's heart seemed to snap as well!

A tremendous panic and a deeper violence engulfed him.

He whirled around, his eyes fixed on Ren Yingying, his voice distorted with urgency and rage: "Search! Immediately send men to find all the Sun Moon Sect's scriptures, books, secret collections, especially medical and poison manuals! Not a single one should be missed!!!"

For A Luo's sake, he would not give up easily even if there was only a sliver of hope!

At the same time, deep down, he also placed his last glimmer of hope in the mysterious martial arts roulette wheel—perhaps, in the next draw, he could obtain a miraculous elixir that could cure all poisons?

Under the pressure of Meng Fei's murderous gaze, Ren Yingying had no choice but to suppress her grief and humiliation and order the opening of all the secret libraries and pavilions of Blackwood Cliff.

Subsequently, Meng Fei personally led his men, who, like madmen, plunged headlong into the vast sea of ​​ancient texts.

Time slipped away little by little amidst the anxious and frantic search.

The crimson light in Meng Fei's eyes grew stronger and stronger. His demonic energy fluctuated wildly due to the intense emotional turmoil, and the eerie pressure emanating from his body made everyone who approached him feel suffocated.

No...no...still no!

The group searched through the Sun Moon Sect's collection of books accumulated over hundreds of years, and even found some incomplete poison scriptures left by the Five Poisons Sect, but they still couldn't find any clear record of an antidote or effective relief method for "Thousand Days of Sleep"!

Only a few vague ancient books mention similar "long-sleep syndrome," but they are mostly vague or simply say that there is "no solution" or "we can only wait for the right time."

Hope, like a flickering candle in the wind, is repeatedly blown about by the cold wind until it finally dies out.

Meng Fei slumped down amidst a pile of scattered books, his once icy killing intent replaced by a profound despair and bewilderment in his dark, crimson pupils.

Could it be... that A'Luo really... can only sleep for a thousand days, and then...

Just as he was about to be completely crushed by this overwhelming despair, and at the critical moment when the demonic embryo within him was stirring restlessly due to the violent fluctuations of his emotions, showing signs of backlash—

Ren Yingying, who had been silently observing with a furrowed brow, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hesitantly said, "Perhaps... there is someone... who might have a solution."

"Who?! Speak up!!"

Meng Fei suddenly looked up, as if grasping at the last straw, staring intently at Ren Yingying, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme longing.