Chapter 81: The Deadly Silk and the Secret Method

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Deadly Silk and the Secret Method

Chapter 81: The Deadly Silk and the Secret Method

Inside the brightly lit tent, Lin Shuying sat in front of a mountain map with her brows furrowed. Besides Baiyun Palace, other sects such as Sanyi Academy and Huafang were also stationed in Enping Mountain.

Although she had been elevated to the top position, she knew in her heart that if she wanted to win over the public, she could not simply give in.

This was the fundamental reason why she sent people to harass Guiyi Sect. However, although she had a slight advantage in the first contact, Lin Shuying was most worried about the Eighteen Venerables.

De Cheng, Bodhi, Zouma, Guanhua, the twelve from Yuanxi Hall, plus Bufeng who was released by Nangong Muyun that day — although only sixteen remain, their strength should not be underestimated.

The message from Jiang Qingyu put her at ease. Now, all she wanted to do was to stabilize the situation before Qin Luo came out of seclusion.

The flickering torchlight illuminated Lin Shuying’s worried face. A series of hurried footsteps approached, and Lin Shuying looked up slightly to see Qin Wanshan, covered in snow.

"They ran away." Qin Wanshan plopped down opposite Lin Shuying, patting the snow off his shoulders, bringing a bit of chill to the warm tent.

"Where did they go?" Lin Shuying asked with some concern.

"The Guiyi Sect." Qin Wanshan’s answer was not unexpected for Lin Shuying.

"However, there’s something very strange." Qin Wanshan looked at Lin Shuying, his voice suddenly lowering.

"It seems that the old sword master is no longer with the Guiyi Sect."

"What?" Lin Shuying was startled.

"I didn’t feel the natural pressure from a ninth-level expert." Qin Wanshan was very certain, as the mental cultivation he had practiced since childhood made him exceptionally sensitive to the flow of true qi.

"Only the two of us know about this right now," Qin Wanshan continued in a low voice. Lin Shuying nodded; it seemed he had kept it a secret from the people at Sanyi Academy and Huafang.

"What are your plans?" Lin Shuying asked.

Qin Wanshan’s expression changed slightly, and he said, "That’s what I should be asking you."

The atmosphere fell silent instantly. Qin Wanshan did not press further, but simply sat opposite Lin Shuying with a complicated expression.

The absence of the old sword master was indeed an excellent opportunity for Baiyun Palace to launch a sneak attack, but Lin Shuying understood that even if they won this battle, it would only be a temporary solution. Her goal was not only to rescue Nangong Muyun, but also to eliminate the old sword master to prevent future troubles. ℯℯ𝘭.

"If you trust your young master, you’ll have to wait a little longer," Lin Shuying said after much deliberation.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Qin Wanshan’s eyes, but he still nodded and said, "Okay."

"You’ve never even met Qin Luo, how can you have so much confidence in him?" Lin Shuying was curious about Qin Wanshan’s behavior. Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Shuying couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Wanshan suddenly smiled and said, "I have no reason not to believe that Qin Luo is the son of the Palace Master."

These words made Lin Shuying feel a little dazed. When they first met in Suzhou, she thought Qin Luo was just an ordinary cultivator among the many cultivators in the lower realm.

Another set of footsteps approached, and Qin Wanshan brushed past Nangong Youwen as he entered the tent.

"Senior Nangong, what’s wrong?" Lin Shuying asked quickly when she saw Nangong Youwen’s unfriendly expression.

Nangong Youwen sat in the spot where Qin Wanshan had just been sitting, his aged voice tinged with weariness as he said, "Those two who were seriously injured probably won’t make it to dawn."

Lin Shuying was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and asked in a low voice, "How are your injuries?"

Nangong Youwen was taken aback by the question. He thought to himself that at this point, the injury must be irreversible. However, seeing that Lin Shuying seemed to have other plans, he still said, "The bloodline has been damaged, and they only has a few breaths left."

"I can save them." Lin Shuying’s voice startled Nangong Youwen. Judging from her expression, she was clearly not joking.

As if he had thought of something, Nangong Youwen shook his head and said, "We might be able to save them under normal circumstances, but I’m afraid we won’t be able to find those spiritual herbs now."

"No elixir is needed." Lin Shuying’s pretty face flushed slightly, but she was confident.

"Even a skilled cook can’t cook without rice; without a alchemy remedy, how can we save them?" Nangong Youwen asked again.

"Deadly Silk."

The two words shocked Nangong Youwen, but also made him chuckle.

He was shocked that Lin Shuying knew the mysterious technique of the Death Silk at such a young age, but he laughed because even if the Death Silk forcibly prolonged their lives, the two of them could only live for three to five more days, and in the end they would still not escape death.

"I have a way to cure the poison of the Death Silk," Lin Shuying continued.

This matter was a secret between Lin Shuying and Gu Hanyan. She had promised her master that she would not reveal it easily, but now that the enemy was at the gates, she had no reason to keep it a secret any longer.

Like Luo Feng, Gu Hanyan later discovered that some people with special physiques could be used as a medicinal guide to harmonize true qi, especially Bai Feizhang and Lin Shuying. Gu Hanyan saw this possibility, and after the two went up the mountain, Gu Hanyan studied the process even more meticulously. Bai Feizhang, who is now at Changge Sect, no longer has any trace of the Death Silk on his body.

After listening to Lin Shuying’s story, Nangong Youwen stood there, stunned. He knew the power of the Deadly Silk and what it meant to break the Deadly Silk poison.

As dawn broke, Lin Shuying knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Blushing, she whispered something in Nangong Youwen’s ear, and Nangong Youwen nodded blankly.

A quarter of an hour later, in the same tent, two injured Deciples who were still unconscious were carried in.

After dismissing the others, Nangong Youwen closed the door tightly, and surprisingly, he was somewhat agitated, even though he was nearly seventy years old.

Before him stood Lin Shuying, who was taking off her clothes. The situation was urgent, and saving lives was the priority. The two seemed to have no time to worry about formalities.

Adding an inch would make her fat, subtracting an inch would make her thin; Lin Shuying’s curvaceous figure was like a seductive phantom in the firelight.

Lin Shuying’s trembling breasts swayed gently in the air with her somewhat nervous steps, and Nangong Youwen felt a burning sensation between his legs and a dry mouth.

"Senior Nangong, remember what I just said. When he... when he’s... you start to circulate your energy."

Lin Shuying dared not meet Nangong Youwen’s gaze, but lowered her head and said in a soft voice.

Nangong Youwen nodded blankly, but what he was thinking was that this was the young master’s woman. If this got out, he was afraid he would have to die to atone for his sins.

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