My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Lin Ruoxi blinked and asked, "Why is it impossible?"

Qi Yu's eyes were somewhat indifferent. Was there even a need to ask?

I'm in this terrible state all because of you.

You want to pledge allegiance to your Xuanzong sect? You must be out of your mind!

Lin Ruoxi didn't seem to care much about Qi Yu's attitude. After chuckling, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve.

"Young Master Qi, we are not in a hurry about this matter. This is the Fallen Immortal Pill, there are ten pills in total. You can take your time to consider it. Once you have made up your mind, please come and find me. Ruoxi will be waiting for your arrival at the Lin residence!"

After putting down the porcelain bottle, Lin Ruoxi stood up, bowed to Qi Yu, and then left the private room with the help of her maid.

She didn't come to invite Qi Yu to dinner; she came to negotiate terms.

Qi Yu looked at the porcelain bottle, his eyes narrowing slightly. Were they waiting for him to beg them?

These attacks have become increasingly painful, and each time Zhen Qing forcibly knocks him unconscious to barely alleviate the pain.

But gradually, the pain no longer allowed him to faint; he was in so much pain that he couldn't faint anymore.

Qi Yu could endure the physical pain, but the mental torment day and night, and his longing for the datura flower, were becoming increasingly unbearable.

Looking at the porcelain bottle, Qi Yu raised his hand to take it, but he pulled it back halfway.

After going back and forth several times, Qi Yu reached out his hand again, ready to take it.

Before Qi Yu could even touch it, a fair and delicate hand snatched the porcelain bottle away.

Qi Yu looked up in astonishment at the owner of the hand.

Although she had disguised herself and now looked like an old woman, Qi Yu would never forget those eyes.

"Husband, when did you become so despicable?" Su Yue asked, her eyes blurry with tears, staring intently at Qi Yu.

Qi Yu didn't dare to look at Su Yue, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"My wife, what brings you here?"

"If I don't come, will you accept Lin Ruoxi's conditions?" Su Yue asked, her voice trembling with tears.

Qi Yu smiled bitterly. In the end, he had been cowardly. He had indeed given in for a moment.

Seeing Qi Yu in this state, Su Yue felt a pang of heartache.

At this moment, Qi Yu was no longer the cheerful and sunny man he used to be. Now he was lifeless, with red and swollen eyes, slightly sunken cheeks, and no energy left.

The poison of the datura flower has penetrated very deeply.

Su Yue gritted her teeth, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly. She placed the porcelain bottle back on the table and then turned to leave.

Qi Yu watched Su Yue's retreating figure, opening his mouth as if to speak but then stopping himself. Only after Su Yue's figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the corridor did Qi Yu turn his gaze to the porcelain vase.

With a determined look, Qi Yu stood up, ready to chase after Su Yue.

But after taking only two steps, waves of excruciating pain washed over him, and Qi Yu collapsed to the ground, curling up like a shrimp.

pain!

Every part of his body was different, from skin to bone, from head to toe, as if ten thousand ants were tearing at his bones, and the vengeful ghost was scratching at his heart with its sharp nails.

Beads of sweat the size of beans gradually appeared on Qi Yu's forehead, and his veins bulged, as if they would burst open at any moment.

"Ugh... Huff huff huff... Ugh..."

Qi Yu couldn't help but scream, struggling to breathe.

His consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, but Qi Yu did not faint; instead, he was in a dazed state.

Lifting his eyelids, Qi Yu's gaze fell on the porcelain vase on the table. He shifted his body and reached out his trembling hand toward the vase.

But just as the porcelain bottle was about to touch the bottle, Qi Yu abruptly pulled back, his left hand gripping his right tightly to prevent him from taking the bottle.

Despite being in excruciating pain all over his body, Qi Yu suddenly stood up from the ground and repeatedly banged his head against the wall and pillars, trying to distract himself from the pain.

Clang, clang...

The sounds of dishes, tables, and chairs falling to the ground came from the private room, along with Qi Yu's suppressed but still uncontrollable groans of pain.

Su Yue stood at the door without going in. She gently touched her abdomen with both hands, her eyes were slightly red, and her face was full of worry.

There is no antidote for datura flowers; to relieve the pain, one must ingest the flower poison again.

If Qi Yu doesn't make it through, he will become a complete cripple.

If Qi Yuzhi really becomes a monster completely controlled by drugs, she will personally kill Qi Yuzhi.

Qi Yu, controlled by drugs, has become a beast, no longer human. Rather than watching Qi Yu live in a miserable hell, she would rather kill him.

She loved Qi Yu, and that's why she was able to do it.

After the child is born, I will go with him/her!

Su Yue stood at the door, and after an unknown amount of time, the private room fell silent again.

Su Yue wiped away her tears, raised her delicate hand, and gently pushed open the door.

The room was a complete mess; nothing was intact. The table, chairs, and dishes were all broken and scattered on the floor.

Qi Yu, disheveled and covered in blood, sat leaning against the corner of the wall, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand.

Looking at the porcelain bottle in Qi Yu's hand, Su Yue's face paled, her lips were dry, and she wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything.

In the end...did it not hold up?

"My husband..."

Su Yue slowly uttered those two words in a trembling voice.

Qi Yu raised his head, revealing scarlet eyes beneath his disheveled hair.

The moment Qi Yu saw Su Yue, he was thrown into turmoil; he didn't know how to face her.

……

On the street, Lin Ruoxi and her maid were strolling leisurely, looking very relaxed and happy.

When she saw a vendor selling candied hawthorns pass by, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but think of Qi Yu and Su Yue.

These two people seem to love candied hawthorns!

Are they really a married couple?

"Miss, what if Qi Yu, through sheer willpower, endures the pain of the poison and refuses to touch the Fallen Immortal Pill? What will we do then?" the maid asked with a worried expression.

Lin Ruoxi chuckled upon hearing this and said, "The dose I gave Qi Yu was ten times that of a Grandmaster. No one could withstand it. No matter how strong his willpower was, he would eventually succumb."

After a pause, Lin Ruoxi continued, "If... Qi Yu can really suppress the poison of the datura flower with his own willpower, then I, Lin Ruoxi, am willing to admit defeat."

"Consider the cost of Qi Yu as tuition."

"However, I don't think Qi Yu can get through this on his own."

There is no antidote for datura poisoning, not only because the body becomes dependent on the toxin, but also because the mind can develop a dependence.

No matter how strong a person is, they cannot fight against their own heart.

Physical pain can be suppressed, but emotional dependence cannot.

It comes from the heart, how can you resist that?

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Chapter Forty: Determination

After returning to the Changsheng Temple and making arrangements for Su Yue, Qi Yu went to see the sect leader.

The sect leader, his body hunched over, offered incense to the statues of the Taoist Ancestor and the Three Pure Ones in the main hall.

After bowing, Qi Yu went to the leader's side, inserted the incense into the incense burner for the leader, and then helped the leader leave the main hall.

The coach glanced at the wound on Qi Yu's forehead and the bloodstains on his body, and sighed.

"There's not much I can teach you now. What I can teach you now is the insight to break through to the level of a Quasi-Saint. Get ready and come find me at the Star Gazing Tower tonight!"

Qi Yu nodded, then watched the leader leave from the entrance of the main hall.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qi Yu looked towards the side hall and sighed.

Su Yue is in the side hall!

When Qi Yu arrived, Su Yue was standing in the open space in front of the side hall, staring blankly at him, as if Su Yue had been waiting for him all along.

That's right, Su Yue had been waiting for him all along!

"What do you want to say?" Su Yue asked expressionlessly.

Qi Yu was very weak at this moment, his face was deathly pale. Hearing Su Yue's words, his face became even paler and bloodless.

After pondering for a while, Qi Yu looked at Su Yue with a calm expression.

"My wife, are you willing to believe me?"

Su Yue frowned. What did that mean?

"Believe what from you?"

Qi Yu slightly raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "If you trust me, then don't ask."

Su Yue frowned, a hint of unease in her eyes, and asked, "Husband, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Qi Yu chuckled lightly, answering a question unrelated to the one he was asking, "My lady, you go back to the south and wait for me. I'll come and get you after I've settled things with the Taoist sect!"

"What exactly do you want to do, my husband?" Su Yue asked anxiously, frowning.

Qi Yu's words sounded like he was giving his last words, as if he was about to do something dangerous.

After a moment of silence, Qi Yu said, "After I've dealt with the matters concerning Taoism, I will be away for a while. If I'm not dead, I will come to find you!"

Su Yue lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Can't I go with you?"

Qi Yu shook his head and said, "You're carrying our child. If you go, I'll only worry about you."

"Then at least tell me where you're going?" Su Yue asked hurriedly.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Yu said, "The far north ice plains!"