After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Chapter 121 Attack

Sun Han was weeding in the neighboring field when Han Shuang brought him a few pieces. Sun Han thanked her repeatedly and ate them ravenously, even licking the crumbs off his lips with lingering relish.

"Miss Han, your cooking skills are much better than Old Liu's at the cafeteria!"

Sun Han praised from the bottom of his heart.

Han Shuang smiled, covering her mouth, at his praise: "Brother Sun, you flatter me. It's just a common way of cooking in the mountains, nothing special."

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Sun Han said to Lu Qingchen in private, "Miss Han is a really nice person. She works efficiently and speaks kindly. She's nothing like those arrogant cultivators. I just don't know if she'll stay at the manor in the future."

Lu Qingchen simply hummed in response and didn't say anything more.

Although his wariness of Han Shuang had decreased considerably, there was still a layer of distance between them.

What he didn't know was that every time Han Shuang left the manor, she would pause for a moment outside the protective light barrier of the spirit field, her light inadvertently sweeping across the pale blue light screen.

Once, she even squatted down to tie her shoelaces, her fingertips touching the edge of the light shield. She lingered there for only a moment before standing up and leaving.

Sun Han saw this scene but didn't pay attention to it—Miss Han was just passing by and squatted down to tie her shoelaces.

In the blink of an eye, Han Shuang had been at Qingmu Manor for half a month.

That night, the entire Aoki Manor was shrouded in an unusual silence.

A faint, peculiar fragrance began to permeate the air, almost imperceptible, like the scent of some kind of flower, or the lingering aroma of burnt herbs.

The tenant farmers, who were asleep, inhaled the fragrance, and their breathing became even slower. Those who were already asleep no longer even turned over.

The spiritual plant growers in the village—Zhou Ming was hunched over the table, with a half-open account book beside him;

Liu Wenhua and Wang Youde were both fast asleep in their beds, their snores even.

Inside the mud-brick house at the end of the village, Lu Qingchen sat cross-legged on the bed, having just finished his cultivation for the evening.

The pure energy in his dantian had become even more refined, bringing him one step closer to the peak of the third level of Qi Refining.

He was about to turn off the lamp and rest when his eyelids suddenly became heavy, and an irresistible drowsiness surged up like a tide.

wrong!

He suddenly realized—this was definitely not normal fatigue.

His training volume tonight was the same as usual, and his spirits were always high. It's impossible for him to suddenly become so tired.

Almost instinctively, he submerged his consciousness into his sea of ​​awareness.

The dark stele still stands unchanged since time immemorial, its surface covered with slowly flowing patterns.

On one side of the monument, Chu Yunfeng's illusory figure sat quietly cross-legged, the light pearl in his dantian emitting a warm golden glow.

The stele trembled, and the patterns on its surface suddenly lit up.

The cultivation light beads stored in Chu Yunfeng's illusory dantian began to melt, turning into specks of pale golden spiritual light that surged out from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, like a warm light shield protecting his divine sense.

The invading drowsiness was blocked by the golden light, and his consciousness became clear again.

But not enough.

He could feel the medicinal power had invaded his meridians and was penetrating deep into his dantian.

If it is not completely eliminated, even if the mind remains clear, the body will fall into a deep sleep.

He gritted his teeth and continued to activate the Dao Stele's cultivation.

The pure spiritual light transformed into countless tiny wisps, advancing inch by inch along the meridians, gradually forcing the cold medicinal power out of the body.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn feels as long as an entire night.

As the last trace of the medicine was forced out, Lu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

My back was covered in cold sweat, soaking my clothes completely.

He sensed that the Dao Stele Light Pearl was not being consumed much.

Although the strange medicinal power was potent, it was still no match for the Dao Stele.

Even so, Lu Qingchen still felt a pang of heartache.

If he used this cultivation level on refining his spiritual root, it would be equivalent to several days of hard work.

But now is not the time to be concerned about one's cultivation level.

He pushed open the wooden door and slipped out.

The village was eerily quiet.

There were no insect chirps, no dog barks, and even the hooting of owls in the distant bamboo grove had disappeared.

At this time of day, you can usually hear at least a few muffled thuds of mules kicking their hooves in the pen, and occasionally the footsteps of tenant farmers getting up in the middle of the night.

But now, there is no sound at all.

He was so quiet it was as if he were the only person left in the whole world.

Lu Qingchen walked quickly to Sun Han's house and pushed open the door—Sun Han was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, but he couldn't be woken up no matter how he called.

Lu Qingchen checked his breathing to confirm he was still alive, then closed the door again and continued to investigate.

The houses of several tenant farmers along the way were all in the same condition.

The people in the room were lying haphazardly on the bed and table, in natural postures, as if all their strength had been suddenly drained away.

Lu Qingchen did not linger in the open space. He quickly retreated to the end of the village and hid under the cover of the haystacks and woodsheds by the spirit field.

"Who is it?"

He leaned against the earthen wall of the woodshed, his heart pounding violently in his chest.

"They actually attacked the sect's farm within Qingxuan Sect's territory, and even Master Zhao didn't make a move—he's a peak Qi Refining cultivator!"

"For him to fall for it without even realizing it, either a master would have intervened, or some extremely sophisticated drug would have been used. Judging from the current situation, it seems the entire Qingmu Manor has been tricked."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

We can't just wait around.

Even with the protection of the Dao Stele, it is impossible for one person to fight against all unknown enemies.

To break this deadlock, we must rely on the power of the manor lord—the manor lord is the strongest cultivator in the manor, and only when he recovers will Qingmu Manor have the ability to fight back.

He gritted his teeth, pressed himself against the wall, and cautiously made his way towards the courtyard where the manor owner was.

The manor owner's courtyard was located in the center of the manor. The courtyard wall was not high, and the two wooden doors were ajar.

Lu Qingchen slipped in sideways; the courtyard was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.

The door to the main room was also open. He walked in quietly. There was an oil lamp lit inside, the wick of which had burned very short, and the flame flickered gently in the lamp.

Zhao Demao lay on his back on the bed with his eyes open.

Those eyes stared straight at the roof beam, bloodshot and swirling violently.

But his body remained motionless, and he couldn't even bend or straighten his fingers.

A cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining was thus immobilized on the bed, utterly powerless to resist.

Lu Qingchen lowered his voice: "Master, are you still conscious?"

Zhao Demao's eyes darted up and down, indicating that he was still conscious.

Lu Qingchen breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then a problem arose: how to restore his mobility?

He noticed that Zhao Demao's eyes kept turning in a certain direction; it wasn't an unconscious movement, but rather a desperate attempt to guide him.

"Master, do you want your disciple to help you regain your mobility? If so, move your eyes up and down; if not, move them left and right."

It sways up and down.

"Is the method of restoration indoors?"

It sways up and down.

Lu Qingchen began searching the room.

But after searching through all the bottles and jars on the table and the medicine boxes in the cabinet, they couldn't find anything that looked like an antidote.

Just as he was getting anxious, he noticed that Zhao Demao's eyes were still stubbornly fixed on the old wooden cabinet placed against the wall opposite the bed.

He walked over and, following the direction indicated by Zhao Demao's eyes, found a hidden compartment at the very bottom of the cabinet.

The hidden compartment was well concealed, embedded on the inside of the cabinet panel. Without Zhao Demao's guidance, outsiders would never have noticed it.

Inside was a palm-sized wooden box containing several porcelain bottles with small labels on them, the writing of which was already somewhat blurred.

Lu Qingchen took out the porcelain bottles one by one and presented them to Zhao Demao.

"Master, is this the bottle? If it is, shake your eyes up and down; if not, shake it left and right."

Shake the first bottle from side to side.

The second bottle—shake it from side to side.

By the time they got to the third bottle, Zhao Demao's eyes were darting up and down anxiously.

Lu Qingchen opened the porcelain bottle and poured out a brown pill the size of a soybean.

Zhao Demao's whole body was stiff; he couldn't even open his mouth, only his eyeballs could move.

Seeing this, Lu Qingchen reached out and pinched his chin, gently pried it open, stuffed the pill in, closed his mouth, and used her spiritual energy to help him swallow the pill.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, but the spiritual energy in Zhao Demao's meridians was still firmly suppressed by the medicinal power of Chen Mengxiang, preventing him from circulating the medicinal power on his own.

Lu Qingchen placed one hand against his back, channeling his spiritual energy into his body to guide the medicinal power along his meridians.

After about ten breaths, Zhao Demao's fingers twitched first, his index finger trembled slightly, and then his entire arm regained sensation.

Lu Qingchen withdrew his hand, and Zhao Demao sat up, propping himself up on the bed. He stretched his stiff neck, exhaled a long breath, and looked extremely pale.

"Master, what exactly happened?"

Lu Qingchen asked hurriedly.

Zhao Demao did not answer immediately. Instead, he first sensed the circulation of spiritual energy within his body and confirmed that the medicine had dispelled the strange power. Only then did he say in a deep voice, "I don't know, but it must be a man-made disaster."

He looked at Lu Qingchen, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

The fact that a mere Qi Refining Level 2 youth could remain conscious and save him speaks volumes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Lu Qingchen how he did it, but swallowed the words back.

Now is not the time to ask further questions.

Zhao Demao took out a talisman that glowed with a pale golden light from a hidden compartment by the bedside. The talisman was only the size of a palm, and the paper was as thin as a cicada's wing. The patterns on it faintly shimmered with spiritual light.

"This is an emergency communication talisman issued by the sect to the heads of each manor. It can only be used in the most critical moments."

As he spoke, he channeled his spiritual power into the talisman, "Once it's crushed, the Spirit Plant Hall will immediately receive an alert, and the Foundation Establishment Elders will arrive as quickly as possible."

He crushed the talisman, and a beam of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot into the sky and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

"It will take the Foundation Establishment Elders at least a quarter of an hour to get here. During this time, we will have to rely on ourselves."

Lu Qingchen nodded.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Master, what was that pill just now?"

Zhao Demao was silent for a moment, seemingly unwilling to say more, but given the current situation, it wouldn't be right not to tell Lu Qingchen anything.

He said in a deep voice, "I concocted this Qingxin Humao Pill myself. When I was young, I was traveling and was once ambushed by a kind of sleeping potion, which almost cost me my life."

"From then on, I developed a habit—no matter where I went, I would hide a pill that could counteract sleeping potions in my residence. No one but myself knew where it was hidden."

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but ask, "But Master, aren't you a peak Qi Refining cultivator? How come you also know '7'?"

Even a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining is still human.

"..." Zhao Demao interrupted him, his tone tinged with embarrassment, "Anyone can fall for this. This sleeping incense is extremely potent, specifically targeting the circulation of a cultivator's spiritual energy. Once inhaled, it will circulate through the meridians along with the spiritual energy. Even a peak Qi Refining cultivator cannot be immune to it without special precautions."

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As he said this, he gave Lu Qingchen a deep look.