The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#668 - Is this true?

Hearing Lu Jing say this, Huì Tōng was still shaking his head inwardly. Reading М

Young people are just young people; once they become complacent, they easily lose their way.

The two of them seemed to be chatting idly just now, but the rules from before were still in effect. His rhetorical question also counted as an inquiry.

When Lu Jing answered, he spoke boastfully, so of course he had to be punished.

And once Lu Jing was punished, with Huì Tōng Abbot's martial arts, he would naturally be able to seize that fleeting opportunity and escape from Zhuàng Yuán House.

Huì Tōng was eagerly waiting for Lu Jing to spit blood, but he waited for a long time, and this scene never happened. Lu Jing was still lively and didn't seem to be injured at all.

Huì Tōng's eyelids twitched. How was this possible? Was this guy just telling the truth?

But how old was he? Not even twenty this year, right?

A first-rate expert under twenty was already exaggerated enough. The best in the world under twenty? Even those storybooks couldn't make that up.

Huì Tōng only felt his heart sink.

And the bad news didn't stop there. Qiū Mòlí's attack was like a signal, awakening everyone else from their dreams.

Seeing that Huì Tōng was about to escape, the people in the building certainly didn't want to sit and wait for death, so they also joined the ranks of besieging him.

On the other hand, the monks of Xuán Kōng Temple were already engaged with the people of Yún Shuǐ Jì Cí House and could no longer buy him time. The pale-faced monk had already been pinned to the ground by Yàn Yún and had several acupoints on his body sealed. He couldn't move at all, not even to say a word.

Thus, Abbot Huì Tōng knew that the situation was over. He sighed and stopped his movements, no longer struggling.

At least ten weapons were now on his body.

Seeing this, Lu Jing also put away the Zen staff in his hand and retreated to the side.

Someone worried that Huì Tōng would play some trick with his words and wanted to seal his vocal cords.

But the next moment, Qiū Mòlí's voice rang out again, "Wait."

The crowd automatically parted, making way for the master of Yún Shuǐ Jì Cí House.

Qiū Mòlí walked to the front of Huì Tōng, her expression complicated. After a long while, she said, "I know that the esteemed monks of Xuán Kōng Temple are being forced by someone…"

Huì Tōng interrupted Qiū Mòlí's words, "House Master Qiū doesn't need to excuse us. Whether we were coerced or not, what happened tonight was ultimately done by us, and it has brought immeasurable losses to the various righteous factions.

Huì Tōng glanced at the pale-faced monk and shook his head. "The one you caught is just a small character, not the mastermind at all."

"Who is the mastermind?" Qiū Mòlí frowned. "Those demonic path guys?"

"Not the demonic path, Wàn Dú Valley."

Perhaps to make up for the disaster he had caused, Abbot Huì Tōng didn't hide anything this time.

"Wàn Dú Valley? But their people all died five years ago."

"Not all of them died. Some outer disciples survived. Besides, the most important thing is that Dōng Mén Wúcè also had a little daughter, and she also escaped the disaster."

"Dōng Mén Wēilán? She has been missing for many years. Over the years, we haven't received any news about her, and after several searches, we haven't found her trace. Most people believe she is already dead."

"Now it seems that she is not dead. Not only is she not dead, but she is also living well. At the same time, she has inherited all the inheritance of Wàn Dú Valley and is even more outstanding than her father… She has returned to seek revenge on us."

After Abbot Huì Tōng finished speaking, his gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the building, and then he sighed, "Today's trip was not in vain. At least this humble monk knows where the grievances of those remnants of Wàn Dú Valley come from."

"Has the master met that girl Dōng Mén Wēilán?"

Lu Jing suddenly spoke again.

"No," Huì Tōng said. "It has always been one of her subordinates who contacted us. Oh, it's the person in Yàn Heroine's hands. This time, when he came to the capital to keep an eye on us, he also shaved his head and disguised himself as a monk in the temple."

"In other words, Abbot Huì Tōng, you can't be sure that girl Dōng Mén Wēilán is still alive."

"That girl Dōng Mén does exist," Huì Tōng said. "Because people can be impersonated, but poison cannot. After the battle five years ago, we destroyed all the poison formulas in Wàn Dú Valley, and Wàn Dú Valley has strict rules. The outer disciples have a limited number of poison formulas and it is difficult to access powerful poisons.

"If there is anyone in this world who may have preserved the most terrifying poison formulas of Wàn Dú Valley, it is only that girl Dōng Mén Wēilán."

Huì Tōng's words were difficult to refute, but Lu Jing knew that Dōng Mén Wēilán had been living in Mirror Lake Valley all this time. According to the rules of Mirror Lake Valley, she couldn't leave.

So how did those poison formulas spread? Was Dōng Mén Wēilán aware of it? Who is acting under the banner of Wàn Dú Valley now?

Thinking of this, Lu Jing's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Yàn Yún, "Quick, pry open his mouth."

In fact, before Lu Jing spoke, when she heard that it involved Wàn Dú Valley, Yàn Yún had already become vigilant, worried that the pale-faced monk would commit suicide by taking poison after being captured, and reached out to remove the other party's jaw.

It's just that she didn't expect it to be a step too late. Just as Huì Tōng was speaking, a strange blue-green color had already appeared on the pale-faced monk's face, as if roots and branches were spreading under his skin.

The potency of this poison was very strong. In just a moment, his entire body, including his hands and feet, had changed color.

But the pale-faced monk still said in a hoarse and resentful voice, "She will come for you… You, and your relatives and friends, none of you can escape."

After saying the last word, he also swallowed his last breath.

Looking at those round eyes that were still wide open and unwilling to close, many people present couldn't help but shudder.

And some knowledgeable people recognized the poison that killed the pale-faced monk at a glance and blurted out, "Spring Bud! This is Wàn Dú Valley's Spring Bud! But hasn't this kind of poison become extinct?!"

The expression on Qiū Mòlí's face also became extremely solemn. She suddenly looked at Huì Tōng and the other monks of Xuán Kōng Temple.

Fortunately, they were not showing any abnormalities at this time.

Huì Tōng said, "There is no poison in our bodies. If they were just using our lives to threaten us, then these people would have had this awareness, and we wouldn't have come to Zhuàng Yuán House for the banquet tonight."

"Then what did he use to control you?"

"I can't say," Huì Tōng shook his head. "I can only tell you. If we don't come, the dead will not be one or two people, nor one or two hundred people."