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When Feng Jiuyou went into a state of demonic possession, Chu Feng had vaguely sensed something similar.

Judging from this situation, if left untreated, Shen Luoxia will be crippled in two hours at most.

Delaying it any further will only lead to certain death.

He sat up straight, withdrew his hand, and remained silent for two seconds.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"He's been poisoned, and the poison is very potent."

Hongxiu was taken aback: "How do you solve this?"

Chu Feng placed his hands on his knees, his expression extremely serious.

There's only one way left.

Hongxiu stared at him for a while, then her gaze slowly drifted to Shen Luoxia's face before returning to him.

"Young Master, is your only solution the same one as the only solution of Ancestor Feng and Sister Xia last time?"

Chu Feng stood up and straightened his collar.

"Doctors are compassionate; don't overthink it."

"..."

Hongxiu hugged the package tightly, her mouth moved but she didn't say anything, and turned her head to the side.

"This servant will go and guard the cave entrance, not looking at anything, and knowing nothing."

"Yes, that's a good maid with good eyesight."

Chu Feng gave her a thumbs up, squatted back down next to Shen Luoxia, and stretched out his sinful hands.

Just as the pure yang energy began to circulate, before his hand could even touch anyone, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from outside the cave.

Hongxiu suddenly shrank back half a step, her expression changing drastically.

That aura of spiritual power was quite strong.

As it fell, all the remaining leaves on the treetops were shaken off, and even the mist at the entrance of the cave was forced open to both sides.

Late stage of Golden Core.

No, it's not just a simple late-stage Golden Core cultivator!

Chu Feng withdrew the aura of the two golden pills, stood up, and walked to the cave entrance.

Outside the cave, a young man in a red robe with the seal of the Southern Ming Clan embroidered on his chest had landed on the open ground.

He was probably in his early twenties, with prominent eyebrows and a deeply furrowed brow.

His face was full of hostility, clearly indicating he was a veteran of many battles.

Give me the person.

He walked towards Chu Feng, his gaze landing directly on Shen Luoxia inside the cave. "Now, immediately, or don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Chu Feng leaned against the rock wall at the cave entrance, hands on his hips.

Who are you?

The young man in the red robe lowered his eyebrows again.

"Huo Yan is a direct disciple of the Southern Ming Sect."

"oh."

Chu Feng curled his lip. "The name sounds nice, but I'm not familiar with you. Why should I give it to you?"

Huo Yan's fingers had already touched the magic weapon at his waist.

Do you know who she is?

"Shen Luoxia is the daughter of the Southern Bright Sect's leader. You're just an outer sect disciple; mind your own business!"

"Hand over the person, and I can pretend you did nothing today."

"That's a pity."

Chu Feng straightened up from the cave entrance. "I just want to do something today."

Hongxiu had already shrunk into the cave and remained silent, her eyes narrowed as she sent a whisper to Chu Feng.

"Young master, there's something wrong with this man."

"What's the problem?"

"The poison in Miss Shen's body is also present in this person, but his blood and qi are stable, showing no signs of flare-up. Moreover... the source of that poison is in his right hand!"

Chu Feng glanced at Huo Yan's face for a second, then his gaze fell on Huo Yan's right hand.

He was wearing gloves, leather ones at that.

Huo Yan noticed his gaze, took half a step back, and remained expressionless.

"So, have you thought it through?"

Chu Feng relaxed his eyebrows and smiled.

"Senior brother, when you applied the drug, did you consider that the smell left on your hands would be quite difficult to wash off?"

Huo Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

Chu Feng took a step forward, and a blood-red longsword flew out of his storage bag, landing in his palm. "How far did you chase her? Thirty miles? Fifty miles?"

"You think you can just chase her until she's poisoned and exhausted, wait for her to collapse somewhere, and then go off to save her out of some noble spirit?"

"What a pity, the plan failed."

Huo Yan was silent for three seconds, then sighed.

"It's a real pity."

He pulled off his glove, revealing a faint purple mark on his right palm. "But it wasn't a failure," he said.

"You and she are both going to die here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic weapon was unleashed.

A bronze mirror flew out from the sleeve.

The mirror surface lit up, and bronze-yellow spiritual energy coalesced into a beam of light that slashed down towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng turned to the side, the knife already spinning half a circle in his hand.

The third move of the Three Styles of Breaking the Mountain.

A thin strand of sword intent, as fine as a hair, emanated from between Huo Yan's brows, passing through the bronze mirror in front of him and directly entering his sea of ​​consciousness.

Soul broken!

Huo Yan was stunned for a moment.

Half of the bronze mirror's spiritual power dissipated instantly, while the other half exploded out of control to the side, blasting a spirit tree as thick as a wrist off at its roots.

He stood there, stunned, his expression blank, his eyes unfocused.

Then two streams of blood flowed down his nose, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.

Chu Feng walked over, holding the knife to his neck.

With a swift movement, the knife fell, and the blade was swiftly severed.

Hongxiu poked her head out of the hole, glanced at the person on the ground, and quickly pulled her head back in, gasping for breath.

Chu Feng squatted down, took the storage bag off Huo Yan's waist, and probed it with his divine sense.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad."

There were quite a few spirit stones, and seven or eight jade bottles of uniform quality, which should be elixirs.

At the very bottom was a jade talisman, which, judging from its aura, should be a Nascent Soul Strike Talisman.

Chu Feng took out the jade talisman and carefully put it into his pocket.

He then stood up, clapped his hands, and a flame condensed in his right palm.

A moment later, everything was clean and tidy.

Hongxiu tiptoed over, glanced at the ground, and asked softly.

"Young master, that poison...does this servant know where it comes from?"

"have no idea."

As Chu Feng spoke, he walked back into the cave. "You continue to guard the entrance. If anyone comes, play dead."

"understood."

Hongxiu picked up the package and walked towards the cave entrance. After taking two steps, she turned back and asked, "Young master, are you... really going to cure the illness?"

Chu Feng turned around, his expression extremely serious.

"I am a doctor."

"……oh."

Hongxiu turned around and slowly squatted down at the entrance of the cave.

……

Half an hour later, Hongxiu squatted behind the rock, holding the package, with her back to the cave, and her ears involuntarily perked up.

The sounds of water, panting, and the occasional low groan could be heard.

She tucked the package deeper into her arms and began reciting the Thousand Character Classic.

Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless, the sun and moon... A louder groan came from the cave.

Hongxiu tucked her head into her knees and recited it again from the beginning until the very end.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Just as she decided to recite the incantation one more time, a sword light cleaved through the clouds in the distance and shot towards the valley.

Hongxiu suddenly stood up.

The spiritual energy carried by the sword light rushed to her face, instantly causing her to take half a step back.

Peak of the Golden Core stage!

The sword light touched the ground.

The newcomer was a young woman, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, with her black hair neatly tied back.

A long, sharp sword hung at his waist, and as soon as he landed, it sent pebbles flying.