Chapter 203: Heart Poison
Zhao Yushu was standing in the square of Wangjiang Tower and had trespassed into the sect's mountain gate. This alone was enough for Wangjiang Tower to kill him with a clear conscience, but Wangjiang Tower did not take any action.
Wang Shaolin did not hide, but walked out slowly accompanied by three elders of Wangjiang Tower.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Six? What can I teach you?" Wang Shaolin was very proud. Zhao Yushu was only at the fourth level. No matter how powerful Zhao Yushu was, he could not kill him in front of three men at the seventh level. And after tomorrow, Zhao Yushu would be a dead man. He had signed the life and death agreement and would die in the duel. Unless the old madman planned to let the academy go to war with all the sects in the world, he would have no choice but to accept it.
You really have an easy time controlling Zhao Yushu.
"Where is Xiao Xie?"
"What did you say? I don't know any Xiao Xie."
"It's your terms."
"I don't understand what you are saying. If Mr. Liu is okay, I will go back."
"I can forgive you this time."
Wang Shaolin couldn't help laughing. "Zhao Yushu, Zhao Yushu, why are you always so confident? Nanyang, you are also full of confidence, then what?"
"Set your terms!"
"Okay, you kill yourself now."
Zhao Yushu's eyes were cold: "I will kill you."
Wang Shaolin scratched his ears and said, "Who do you think Xiao Xie is? I really don't know. However, when I was accompanying the Crown Prince on a tour a few days ago, a stinky little beggar followed us secretly."
"Where is he?" Zhao Yushu gritted his teeth.
"Following the prince is a capital crime, but I am kind-hearted and I beg the prince to spare his life. Well, considering the time, he should be sent back by now. Don't thank me, because I can't stand seeing others suffer. Hahahaha!"
Wang Shaolin laughed and turned to leave. Zhao Yushu clenched his fists again and again, and his spiritual power rolled uncontrollably. However, the spiritual power of the three seventh-level cultivators pressed down on him like a turbulent wave. It was not until Wang Shaolin completely walked into the building that the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave together.
Sun Wuyang did not come to Wangjiang Tower. Before he got halfway there, he was caught up by Wu Ziheng and called back.
"Brother, what should we do?" Sun Wuyang looked at Wu Ziheng with a miserable face.
Lin Shan's face was covered with tears: "I can't let Junior Brother Zhao see this."
Wu Ziheng looked conflicted: "Let me handle it."
Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind blew in, and Zhao Yushu stood at the door panting: "Where is Xiao Xie?"
No one answered him.
"Senior Brother?" Zhao Yushu looked at Sun Wuyang.
"Junior brother, listen to me and go back to your room!" Sun Wuyang grabbed Zhao Yushu.
Zhao Yushu suddenly closed his eyes and started to listen. He heard a faint moaning and crying sound coming from the side room.
Zhao Yushu's figure disappeared. Sun Wuyang was just an ordinary person, how could he possibly hold him back.
A Yao sat in front of the door, hugging his knees and crying quietly. He vaguely heard a gust of wind, looked up, and found Zhao Yushu standing in front of him.
"I was wrong! Brother, I was wrong! I didn't stop him! I shouldn't have let them help me, I was wrong!" When A Yao saw Zhao Yushu, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and tears burst out.
Zhao Yushu vaguely guessed what had happened, forced a smile, touched A Yao's head, pulled him up from the ground, and put him in the hands of Wu Ziheng, who had been standing beside him for some reason.
"Brother, take care of him."
Wu Ziheng nodded and did not stop Zhao Yushu from opening the door. Instead, he sighed and took A Yao away from the courtyard.
On the tidy and clean bed, a small body on the gray and white sheets let out a suppressed groan of pain from time to time. Zhao Yushu walked over slowly, and with every step, his heart felt like it was stabbed by a knife.
Xiao Xie heard the footsteps and tilted his head slightly. He saw Zhao Yushu's figure with his intact eye under the gauze and smiled hard: "Sir."
He wanted to move, perhaps wanting to sit up and salute Zhao Yushu, but after trying unsuccessfully, he let out a low scream.
His limbs were gone.
Zhao Yushu rushed forward and pressed his palm on his stomach. Minghong's divine power slowly flowed out, trying to relieve Xiao Xie's pain.
Unfortunately it was useless, his meridians had all been broken by the heavy blow.
"Sir, I saw the young duke. He was with a man who was dressed very beautifully."
"I know, I know, you did a great job." Zhao Yushu wiped away her tears and nodded desperately.
"He will come out at dusk, and they will go to Qinhuai River."
"Okay, I see. It's very useful. Really useful. Thank you."
Xiao Xie smiled, his lips were dry.
"Would you like some water?" Zhao Yushu waved his hand, pulled the teapot over, and slowly poured a little water for Xiao Xie.
"My Lord, am I going to die?"
"No, I am a deity, and Senior Brother Wu is also a deity. You can't die even if you want to."
Zhao Yushu lied. Xiao Xie was just an ordinary child. He was seriously injured and was already at the end of his life. Wu Ziheng must have used his spiritual power to try his best to save him before, and now it is only his last breath.
"grown ups···"
"I am here."
"My brother and sister."
"I know. I will send them to Dongdu, to Baima Academy. They are also my brothers and sisters. They can study."
Xiao Xie's only eye lit up: "Reading is great."
"Well, you come too, okay?"
Xiao Xie smiled again: "Okay."
Zhao Yushu wiped away her tears again, Xiao Xie's vitality was intermittent.
"grown ups."
"I am here."
"I, I feel a little pain."
"It will stop hurting soon. It will be fine after a good night's sleep."
Zhao Yushu sat on the edge of the bed, holding Xiao Xie's head in his arms. Blood seeped out from the gauze wrapped around his limbs and stained Zhao Yushu's white coat.
Zhao Yushu placed his palm on Xiao Xie’s chest.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you will be fine after a good sleep."
Spiritual power slowly invaded his heart meridians, and Xiao Xie felt a warm current. His whole body felt as if it was bathed in the winter sun, and a feeling of sleepiness slowly welled up in him.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Zhao Yushu also closed his eyes, and tears fell one by one onto Xiao Xie's face.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
A black air spread from Xiao Xie's heart along Zhao Yushu's palm.
Wu Ziheng pushed the door open violently, Zhao Yushu spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.
The sky is about to brighten, and the lights in the Taoist temple remain on all night.
In the living room, Sun Wuyang paced back and forth anxiously, while Wu Ziheng and Lin Shan sat beside him without saying a word.
"Brother, what should we do? There is no way Junior Brother Zhao can go to the competition in this condition." Sun Wuyang stomped his feet in hatred. Zhao Yushu was not exhausted, but was poisoned.
The person who poisoned Xiao Xie was extremely vicious. The poison was more like a curse, which was directly poured on Xiao Xie. The moment Xiao Xie died, the poison would backfire on the person who killed him.
The other party had figured out Zhao Yushu's character, and knew that after seeing Xiao Xie's miserable condition, Zhao Yushu would definitely not sit idly by and watch him die in pain. He would definitely send Xiao Xie away personally, and thus be poisoned. Only the underworld could deliver such a poison.
"Senior Brother, is there really no antidote for this poison?" Lin Shan asked with a frown.
Wu Ziheng shook his head: "This poison is very strange. If Junior Brother Zhao meditates quietly, he will be fine within seven days. But once he activates his spiritual power, the poison will corrode the Snow Mountain Qi Sea. If he insists on playing tomorrow, after seven rounds, even if he doesn't die, the Snow Mountain Qi Sea will be completely destroyed. The person who poisoned him has extremely sinister intentions."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother, to restrain Junior Brother Zhao and send him back to the East Capital to recuperate. Although the academy's reputation is important, it is not as important as Junior Brother's life. I believe the old Pavilion Master will not blame me."
Wu Ziheng was about to nod when the door was pushed open and Zhao Yushu walked in slowly: "I would like to ask Senior Brother to lend me a sword."