Chapter 47: Poisoned?

Uncle Ji finished feeling the pulse and glanced at Zhao Jiao, then looked around. Zhao Jiao immediately understood and said, “Everyone else, leave! No need to attend.”

After the servants left, Zhao Jiao boldly said, “Uncle Ji, speak frankly!”

Uncle Ji nodded with a sigh. “Madam is not ill; she has been poisoned.”

“...Poisoned?”

Zhao Jiao furrowed her brows tightly.

“It’s a rare poison, not something commonly encountered. Madam must have been poisoned for some time now; it’s chronic.”

“It seems there’s nowhere to stay tonight. Let’s just make do under this pine tree for the night, and we’ll figure things out tomorrow,” Tu Jie said dejectedly.

Especially after Murong Zhen told him that the mountain prime minister who even the Murong and Nangong families feared was none other than Zhang Tianshi of the Zhengyi Sect—the leader of the Daoist faction.

Hao Chen’s face changed drastically. He hadn’t expected Envoy Han to have such a powerful backup. Without hesitation, he unleashed a fiery glow from his hand, aiming to seize the iron chain attached to the scythe.

However, her requirements for herself were somewhat stringent. She believed that pushing her limits might yield great results. She yearned for a breakthrough in strength and had even used battle as a means of experimentation. As far as she knew, some could gain profound insights during combat that propelled their growth.

The fat man and Liang Chen exchanged a smile, then helped each other along, hobbling as they murmured about their respective battles while heading toward where the carriage was parked.

Now that Zhao Xiwen appeared before me, it meant she had already resolved the issues with Kutuotuo and the Flying Mouse. Watching her approach, I felt a wave of delight as if an angel was descending from the clouds. I couldn’t help but be entranced.

Old Qiu smiled calmly, feigning composure to salvage his former dignity. Clearly, he was a man who refused to yield; no matter the hardship, he embodied the steadfast spirit of a true gentleman.

“You mean it? Although it’s a demonic beast with a body stronger than ordinary humans, I estimate ten drops is its limit,” the white-bearded old man said.

The blood-red glow gradually faded, leaving only some black demonic energy emanating from Lu Ye’s body.

The next day, the three finally dredged up a red algae shrimp unique to South America, a fine seafood delicacy, marking a worthy harvest.

“But if you’re not convinced, we can spar. Better to settle it face to face than have you badmouth me behind my back. That’s not the way of a true man. Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?” Zhang Yan’s voice grew cold as he scolded sharply.

“So what? My brother-in-law isn’t like you. If he had the ability, even if he was ruined by your Pan family, he could still make a comeback,” Qiao Ximeng said, puffing herself up despite the pretense.

“Of course it’s me. Tell me, are you in trouble? If so, tell me—I’ll definitely help you,” Su Yang nodded earnestly.

“It’s hard to imagine this city has only flourished in the past decade,” Earl Bell remarked with admiration. To develop so prosperously within ten short years, either the government had heavily supported its construction, or the city itself held immense potential.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” I touched my face, which was covered in blood, though I had no idea when it had happened.

Knowing Wu Qirong still had something to say, Li Fugui pricked up his ears without interrupting.

Most importantly, any raw stone deemed valuable would be tagged by each family to mark it as their possession.

After all, those who came here to board the Reincarnation Ship were nearing the end of their lifespan. No one could afford to linger. Missing this chance could mean a lifetime lost—just waiting for death. Hence, most people avoided conflicts here.