Indeed Poisonous!

The moment Wei Yuan approached, Feng Tingyu's hands stopped moving, and she beckoned to him. Her wounded leg was equally cooperative, stretching out fully bare right before Wei Yuan's eyes. On her leg was a wound only the size of a fingertip, yet silver blood flowed ceaselessly from it. From the silver blood, Wei Yuan caught a faint scent of immortal power. His expression changed drastically. He lunged forward at once, pressing down on the base of her thigh with one hand in an attempt to block the blood from flowing back toward her core. Yet when Wei Yuan bore down with force, he surprisingly failed to compress the blood vessel; instead, his hand was repelled by the muscle of her leg. That press of his was powerful enough to flatten steel, yet it could not pinch shut Feng Tingyu's vessel. Wei Yuan exhaled sharply, and his palm instantly doubled in size. Barely managing to span Feng Tingyu's thigh, he clamped down viciously with nearly all his strength before he finally compressed the vessel and halted the blood's return. Reaching out a finger, Wei Yuan dabbed a drop of the silver blood welling from the wound and touched it to the tip of his tongue. His vision spun immediately, and he knew that the blood was indeed poisonous. Having done this, Wei Yuan suddenly thought: hadn't he just poisoned himself as well? What gave him the confidence to ingest a toxin capable of felling an exceptional disciple of the Hall of the Bright King and think he would be fine? Wei Yuan instantly realized that his alertness had inexplicably plummeted, leading him to do peculiarly strange things without even realizing it. It seemed he had already fallen victim, though he did not know how severely... Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly and used the Smoke and Fire of the Mortal World to summarize his past behavioral patterns, laying down one rule of conduct after another. If any choice he made ran contrary to these rules, he would be forcibly compelled to abide by them. With this step accomplished, an automatic review of his actions began, and Wei Yuan immediately spotted the flaw: the Northern Mountain Gate was clearly not far away, guarded by numerous True Monarchs and watched over by immortals. Why on earth was he lingering here, attempting to save her all on his own? Startled by the realization, Wei Yuan immediately moved to lift Feng Tingyu into his arms. But before he could act, she leaned entirely against him, her hands roaming over his body, groping here and pinching there. "Wait, now is not the time for this! Not there, stop..." Wei Yuan got only halfway through his sentence before remembering that Feng Tingyu had already passed out and could not hear a word he said. Gritting his teeth, Wei Yuan gathered Feng Tingyu into his embrace, shot into the sky, and rushed toward the Northern Mountain Gate at top speed. At the same time, he left Longying behind to deliver word of Feng Tingyu's grievous injuries to the other cultivators and verify each person's safety. With residual immortal power present, Wei Yuan dared not leave ordinary dragon guards behind lest they too fall under its influence, which was why he assigned the task to Longying. Flying at full tilt, Wei Yuan burst into the Northern Mountain Gate moments later and arrived before the hall of True Monarch Danming of the Monastery of Creation. At that moment, Danmingzi was discussing ancient immortal elixir recipes with Zhidan Sanren. When Wei Yuan entered the hall, the two exchanged a look and grasped the situation in an instant. Danmingzi's expression darkened. Reaching out into thin air, he actually plucked a transparent grub straight out of the empty space! With a face as heavy as still water, a bean-sized flame ignited in Danmingzi's palm. Small as the flame was, it caused the temperature inside the great hall to spike drastically. In the blink of an eye, the transparent grub was reduced to ash. Danmingzi snorted. "To dare cast an illusion right under my nose—does he think the karma of my Monastery of Creation can be incurred so lightly?" Zhidan Sanren rubbed his face as if wiping away a film, his eyes clearing. "To make even this old man fall under its sway unawares, forgetting even to check on the disciples at the front line—it seems the Worthy Prince of the Left took action in person. Danming, I believe it is time to bring forth the immortal treasure left behind by our Patriarch and teach that fellow a lesson." Danmingzi half-closed his eyes, pinching his fingers in silent calculation. Only after a moment did he say, "It is indeed a critical juncture. It is worth inviting the Patriarch's treasure." Wei Yuan gave a soft cough, unable to resist reminding them, "Grandmasters, please lend a hand to save Feng Tingyu." Danmingzi chuckled. "Are you worried we two old fogies would forget something so important? If anything happens to this little girl, wouldn't that brainless brute of a Hall Master of the Bright King come tear down my Monastery of Creation?" Zhidan Sanren waved to Wei Yuan. "Bring her over and let me have a look." Wei Yuan carried Feng Tingyu before Zhidan Sanren, who examined the silver fluid seeping from the wound closely. "It is indeed the Silver Fountain immortal poison. The mechanism of this poison is not complex, but the antidote is hard to come by. Fortunately, I have some in my collection that happens to be the exact remedy." Zhidan Sanren produced an osmanthus sprig and flicked three drops of dew from its petals: one landed between Feng Tingyu's brows, one on her wound, and one into her mouth. A moment later, the blood trickling from the wound shifted from silver to red, and Feng Tingyu slowly came around. The instant her eyes fell on Wei Yuan, she glared at him furiously and demanded, "Where is that wild woman of yours? Where did she go?" Thinking fast to keep Feng Tingyu from spouting nonsense, Wei Yuan cleared his throat and said, "These two True Monarchs just saved your life! Hurry and pay your respects!" Only then did Feng Tingyu notice the two True Monarchs, particularly the master of the Monastery of Creation. This was a figure with real hope of ascending to immortality; not daring to act out of line, she hurriedly offered a reverent salute. Wei Yuan let out a breath of relief, thinking he had finally gagged her. Naturally, he had no 'wild woman,' but he dreaded Feng Tingyu speaking without thinking and blurting out something she shouldn't—such as claiming her body fancied him. Yet contrary to Wei Yuan's hopes, True Monarch Danming spoke up: "I am afraid your injury still has lingering complications. Purging it entirely will require more details. Tell us, what did you see just now? Try not to leave anything out. Yes, especially about that 'wild woman' or whatever..." Seeing the gleaming light in True Monarch Danming's eyes, Wei Yuan let out an internal wail. Feng Tingyu's memory ended shortly after the battle began; past that point, she remembered nothing. She only vaguely recalled seeing a silver-haired woman tangled up with Wei Yuan, pulling and clinging to each other with thoroughly improper motions and expressions, bordering on broad-daylight debauchery. Feng Tingyu had flown into a fury on the spot and prepared to charge in to fight. To her surprise, a silver snake had suddenly shot out from the woman's hair, piercing her thigh. The Hall of the Bright King had always preferred to fight through wounds—lose one leg and you still had three limbs left—so Feng Tingyu had felt no fear and lunged in to brawl, only for Wei Yuan to drag and hold her back, refusing to let her strike. That was the entire affair. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the two True Monarchs. After hearing her account, the expressions of the two True Monarchs turned exceptionally grave. Danming and Zhidan looked at each other. Zhidan Sanren said slowly, "What you just spoke of is partly real and partly illusion. In truth, the actual events were erased by someone using an immortal art. That person believed their work was foolproof, never imagining that your body and limbs could perceive and record memories on their own, which gave rise to this dream." Danmingzi's expression was dark as stone. "Even if it was an immortal, to dare run rampant at our Palace of Grand Beginning's mountain gate means they must pay the price! Feng Tingyu, go back and rest well. Stay within the mountain gate over the coming days and go nowhere. Afflicted by immortal poison, the moment you leave the gate's perimeter, someone may very well trace the poison to place a curse on you. You may leave the mountain gate only after the poison is completely purged." At that moment, the voice of Immortal Monarch Yanshi resonated through the hall: "I have summoned the Hall Master of the Bright King, who shall arrive before long. Wei Yuan, come here for a moment."