Chapter Three Hundred Fifty-Six: Snake Poison
When Young Master Sang rushed home in a whirlwind, Yu Xia’s room was already filled with people.
Hua Jianglian frowned slightly, her spiritual energy continuously swirling within Yu Xia’s body. Nearby, Zhang Xiaoying was pouring medicinal soup while Tang Yubbing diligently wiped the sweat from Yu Xia’s pale forehead with a handkerchief.
In the corner, Yan Rouwan and Shi Qingyan had Si Jingzhu cornered against the wall, while Si Jingzhu teared up, cradling her small head.
“Don’t—don’t pull it out… Wuuu, if you pull more out, I’ll go bald…”
“Come on, just a few strands of hair; they’ll grow back soon. Life is at stake, just hang in there.”
“Wuuu…”
As soon as they saw Young Master Sang, it was as if the tension in the room eased a little.
“Husband! You finally came back!”
“What happened?” Young Master Sang approached the bed, his gaze fixed on the pale-faced, bloodless-lipped Yu Xia.
“…I was ambushed while shopping for groceries.” Zhang Xiaoying bit her lip and said, “Aunt Yu took a hit for me, but an unknown toxin entered her body. As it stands, things don’t look good.”
“This poison is incredibly domineering.”
Hua Jianglian said seriously: “It seems to have the ability to corrode and corrupt spiritual energy. I can’t use spiritual energy to expel it, so the toxin is still growing inside her.”
“Currently, all the pills on the market have no effect; we can only rely on Si Jingzhu’s herbal medicine to delay the spread of the toxin.”
Si Jingzhu looked increasingly pitiful as she held her head.
Young Master Sang turned to look at Yu Xia lying on the bed.
Yu Xia’s complexion was extremely pale and haggard, as if the vitality within her was being slowly eroded. Even with great effort, she could only open her eyes a crack and weakly called out:
“Master…”
“Aunt Yu, don’t speak, just rest well.”
After soothing Yu Xia, Young Master Sang turned to the others: “Did you see who the ambusher was?”
Hua Jianglian shook her head.
“The moment I sensed the ambush, I rushed to the scene.”
“But the ambusher was very careful; as soon as the attack missed, they immediately retreated. I don’t know what secret method they used, but they left no trace behind.”
“However, to make Aunt Yu unable to resist, the attacker must be at least a peak practitioner of the Crossing Tribulation Stage.”
Tang Yubbing frowned and added: “There are only a few sects on the continent that use poison, and a peak practitioner can’t be just anyone.”
“But to my knowledge, there isn’t a single sect with such a practitioner.”
Young Master Sang silently listened to everything.
“Husband…”
Zhang Xiaoying said apologetically, “I’m so sorry… Aunt Yu got hurt while trying to protect me, so—”
Young Master Sang shook his head.
“No need to blame yourself. It’s a blessing that you’re both okay.”
“The attacker clearly came prepared. The use of poison instead of a direct assassination indicates they wanted Xiaoying as a hostage.”
This implies the attacker was actually targeting him.
Just then, Bai Ming rushed in, holding his tablet.
“I brought the data from the Shadow Pavilion.”
“It’s exactly as Yubbing suspected; none of the poison-using sects have a practitioner at the peak of Crossing Tribulation Stage.”
“Then who in the world is that guy?” Yan Rouwan wondered, “Even though the Demon Cultivators have become quite prominent and have many enemies, not many factions can afford to send a high-level practitioner to target us.”
“Could it be someone from the Holy Kingdom?”
Young Master Sang shook his head.
“Um…” Yu Xia suddenly moaned in pain.
Zhang Xiaoying watched as Young Master Sang slowly closed his eyes, his fist gently tightening.
“Husband…”
“It’s fine. You all go out first; Aunt Yu is in my care.”
Everyone obediently left, leaving only Yu Xia and Young Master Sang in the room.
Yu Xia forcefully opened her eyes, her voice barely a whisper: “Master…”
“Lady is fine… that’s good… it doesn’t matter if the maid dies…”
“Don’t talk, just relax.”
Young Master Sang pointed at his forehead, and the fanged mask gradually covered his face.
…Mask mode activated.
He gently lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing Yu Xia’s fair shoulder. At that moment, there were two conspicuous needle marks on her shoulder, colored a deep blue.
“It’ll feel a bit itchy—bear with it.”
Before Yu Xia could react, Young Master Sang’s fingers pressed down on the two needle marks.
Suddenly, an intense, tingling sensation surged through Yu Xia’s body, making her almost moan, and a slight flush spread across her face.
Young Master Sang remained still, focusing on his fingertips.
His method was straightforward—he directly absorbed the toxin into his own body.
In mask mode, he had all the powers of the Original Immortal and wasn’t afraid of being poisoned.
However, this poison was indeed more potent than Young Master Sang expected. Even with the terrifying recovery power of the Original Immortal in mask mode, it could only be gradually dissolved.
After a stick of incense’s worth of time, he finally extracted the toxin from Yu Xia’s body, and another stick of incense to completely dissolve the toxin within himself.
Once everything was done, color finally returned to Yu Xia’s face, and her breathing stabilized.
“Master…” Whether it was the lingering tingling sensation or something else, Yu Xia was somewhat out of breath, her forehead glistening with fragrant sweat, her body limply sprawled on the bed, looking somewhat shyly at Young Master Sang.
“Do you feel better?”
“A lot, much better…”
“That’s good.” Young Master Sang tucked her blanket in again, saying earnestly, “Although the toxin is cleared, your injured vitality is genuine. It’ll take a few days for you to recover.”
“Rest well these few days. I’ll have Si Jingzhu prepare some herbal medicine soup for you.”
Yu Xia seemed a bit embarrassed and softly said, “Master is so attentive; I’m a bit overwhelmed…”
“What are you saying?” Young Master Sang laughed, “Aunt Yu has been with the Sang family for quite some time; we’ve long considered you one of our own.”
Yu Xia paused, her beautiful eyes slowly lowering.
“So… it’s just that straightforward when it comes to family.”
Young Master Sang’s tone cooled slightly: “I want to see who’s so eager to make me work overtime.”
Yu Xia looked at him in fear, understanding that her master was truly angry this time.
“Nian Nian,” Young Master Sang said calmly.
“Normally, for this kind of assassin, I would definitely hit you up for a huge fee.”
Nian Nian slowly appeared, glancing sideways at Young Master Sang’s unsettlingly calm expression.
“But today… let it go.”
“However, even if I don’t say anything, the Host should’ve guessed, right?”
Nian Nian sat by the bed, leisurely crossing her legs: “Those two needle marks are pretty obvious.”
“It’s snake poison.”
“And on the continent, you can’t find any high-level practitioners who use poison. So the ones coming after us can only be…”
The shadow from a few days ago at the bottom of the Eastern Sea flashed in his mind.
“…the Demon Clan.” After a long silence, Young Master Sang slowly opened his eyes and uttered two words.
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