Chapter 14 The Scheming Disciple and the Charming Master 14

Chapter 14: The Scheming Disciple and Her Charming Master 14

What had been a tiny wound was now oozing black blood nonstop.

This was a clear sign of poisoning.

But the three of them had been together the whole time. After the battle with the Wolf Demon, the other two didn't show any signs of poisoning. Why was Mu Yunting the only one poisoned?

After examining him, Yu'er shook her head in defeat:

"Things are looking bad. Most of the plants in this secret realm are different from those in the outside world, so I have no idea what poison he's dealing with."

"Then do you have any antidote pills, something that neutralizes any poison?"

"No, those were all taken away before entering the secret realm—they're banned. If anyone is caught carrying pills, they'll be kicked out."

Looking at the wound on Mu Yunting's finger, Yu'er gritted her teeth, bent down, and put her mouth on the wound, sucking out the poison.

Qin Du was totally shocked.

He watched intently as Yu'er slowly sucked out the poisoned blood and spit it out.

On the giant screen outside, this scene was shown to the crowd.

Instantly, the crowd buzzed.

Lin Huaiqing was confused and kept asking Fu'er beside him what was happening.

Fu'er sat nearby blushing, not knowing how to explain it to Lin Huaiqing.

Yu'er was her senior sect sister—though beyond that, they were true blood sisters, having been picked together by Immortal Venerable Shuangyue and accepted into the sect.

However, being related by blood was somewhat taboo within the immortal sect, so she always referred to Yu'er as "Senior Sister" in public.

She had never seen her sister treat anyone so well, especially a male cultivator she'd only met a few days ago.

Lin Huaiqing still didn't get what was going on. After listening to Fu'er's stumbling explanation, his expression turned grim.

With Mu Yunting's current state, he could last until dawn at best. If no antidote was found by then, he'd probably be declared dead.

But Mu Yunting still hadn't found his life-bound spirit sword.

If he were sent out now, he would have to wait a whole five years for the next opening of the secret realm.

Things in this world had already been slowed down because he had mistaken his disciple for someone else. If he waited another five years, when would he ever complete his mission?

Unless...

An idea hit Lin Huaiqing. He turned to Fu'er beside him and said:

"Young lady, I'm feeling a bit tired. Could you walk me back to Yuqing Shrine to rest?"

At that moment, Fu'er was staring intently at the giant screen, watching her sister and that unfamiliar man, as if she had discovered some juicy gossip.

Even when Lin Huaiqing asked to leave, she just walked him to the entrance of Yuqing Shrine before hurrying back to the screen to watch.

Who could blame her for being excited? She might be getting a brother-in-law!

Compared to the bustling entrance of the secret realm, Yuqing Shrine was dead quiet.

Lin Huaiqing simply lay down on the bed and pulled out a thread of his spiritual consciousness from his mind.

If anyone had seen him, they would have just thought he was sleeping on the bed. In reality, his consciousness was already hovering above.

Freed from the constraints of his physical body, his spiritual consciousness drifted farther and farther, soaring toward the sky above the secret realm's entrance.

He needed to go in and help Mu Yunting counteract the poison, so he could get his life-bound spirit sword.

Entering the secret realm, Lin Huaiqing picked out a disciple who appeared frail and of low rank, and took over his body.

Without using up much spiritual power, Lin Huaiqing successfully took over this body.

The moment he possessed this person, Lin Huaiqing's eyes lit up.

He could see! Finally, he could see!

The feeling of being able to see clearly felt so good!

But there was no time to celebrate—he needed to quickly find the place shown on the screen and find his two disciples.

Meanwhile, together, they dragged the unconscious Mu Yunting into a hidden cave.

There were no signs of demon beasts here, making it really hidden. Others wouldn't easily find them.

Yu'er had been saved by Mu Yunting, so she obviously wasn't going to leave. But Qin Du beside her was getting antsy.

Forget his relationship with Mu Yunting, just considering his goal of doing well in the secret realm, he couldn't just sit around.

It wasn't like Mu Yunting was actually dead—at worst, he'd be sent out. He could always come back next time.

With that thought, the last bit of Qin Du's sympathy was gone.

He stood up, picked up his sword, and got ready to leave.

From the corner of the cave, sharp-eyed Yu'er called out to stop him in time.

"Fellow Cultivator Qin, where are you going?"

Qin Du paused mid-step. This little girl had sharp eyes.

"I'm going out to check things out, find something to eat and drink." Qin Du lied, looking guilty.

"You're going out to find food, but why are you bringing the treasure flask? You're not planning to bolt, are you?"

Caught red-handed, Qin Du's face fell. He said flatly:

"He'll be dead by dawn. If you don't want to sit here waiting to die too, you'd better leave now."

"I'm not leaving. If Fellow Daoist Mu hadn't saved me, I'd already be dead. Now that he's poisoned, how could I leave him here by himself?"

Qin Du rolled his eyes. Anyone who thinks there's nothing going on between them is an idiot.

Anyway, he had done enough. Worst case, once he got out, he'd return the treasures he found in the secret realm to Mu Yunting.

He couldn't stick around any longer.

"You won't leave, but I will. See you around!"

With that, Qin Du left nothing but a cool silhouette.

He hadn't gotten far when Qin Du ran smack into a group of five.

All five were dressed in identical disciple robes, suggesting they belonged to the same sect.

One of them, a weaselly-looking disciple, barked, "Stop right there! Hand over your points!"

Qin Du halted, looking puzzled.

"Points? You can steal those?"

"No shit! First time in the secret realm or what? You don't even know the hidden rules! Idiot!"

Even though he'd just been cussed out for no reason, Qin Du wasn't angry.

So participants could rob each other of points—and it was a hidden rule, no less. Well, that was news to him.

"This is my first time, honestly. How do you steal points?" Qin Du asked with an honest face.

"No shit! Hand over your signal device, and we'll sync 'em to transfer!"

At that point, another guy in the group finally had enough and stepped up.

"Why are you wasting your breath on him? Just snatch it and be done with it!"

A stick of incense later, ...

Qin Du transferred points from all five signal devices to his own, one after another. Meanwhile, five bodies lay sprawled out on the ground.

"See, if you'd told me about this sweet deal earlier, it'd be way easier than fighting beasts."

With that, Qin Du tossed the last signal device aside, brushed the dirt off his pants, and stood up.

"Alright, grab your signal devices and scram!"

This was his first time showing mercy—not killing these clueless idiots who'd tried to rob him.

Back in the day, anyone who even thought about touching his stuff would've ended up dead.

The five on the ground scrambled up and bolted, yelling threats as they ran, telling him to watch his back.

He'd gone too easy on them—they still had breath to talk trash.

Qin Du was about to head off when a cold, clear voice rang out from the grass behind him.

"Aren't you afraid you'll bring shame on your master doing that?"