Chapter 7: 第七章 轩辕无尘 毒发

Of course, if a real fight were to break out, Qiyueban knew in her own heart that she was no match for that Big Ice Block.

The only reason she had dodged the Big Ice Block's dagger was because he had underestimated her previously; thus, when he struck, he hadn't used his full ten layers of strength.

According to Qiyueban's estimation, that single palm strike from the Big Ice Block had only utilized about two layers of power, which was the only reason she had found an opening to escape.

Qiyueban lunged outward in a contorted posture, but she was still swept by the palm wind laden with fury.

With a *puchi* sound, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Qiyueban's mouth, splashing onto the ground and the wall in front of her.

But she had no time to worry about that now; if she didn't leave immediately, her little life would truly be forfeit.

Without even wiping the corner of her mouth, Qiyueban stumbled forward, using every ounce of her strength to desperately dash outward.

Behind her, the Big Ice Block's eyes narrowed dangerously. He raised his right hand, channeled his full internal energy, and struck fiercely toward Qiyueban, who had not yet reached the entrance of the secret passage.

At this critical moment, just as the palm was about to strike—a blow that would surely mean certain death for Qiyueban—the Big Ice Block let out a muffled groan and fell to his knees.

A thick, dark stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. The Big Ice Block's entire face twisted into a mass of agony, the veins on his arms bulged violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his fingers twitched with stiffness.

After a long while, the Big Ice Block slowly raised his head, his teeth clenched tight.

*No, no, I cannot die like this!*

*He must find Luo Qingyun!*

Since Luo Qingyun had been able to pull him back from the gates of hell three years ago when his poison first flared up, he could surely do it again this time.

Although the poison could not be completely eradicated, as long as he could stay alive, it would be enough.

As long as he was still alive, let alone the poison flaring up once every ten days, even if he had to endure the agony of the poison every single day, he would drag out the person who had poisoned him and tear them into ten thousand pieces!

He would also make those who wished for his early death live a life of misery!

He would make those who secretly framed him from behind suffer lives worse than death, one by one!

And then, there was that damn little girl. If she hadn't snatched away the Soul-Returning Grass that he had worked so hard to obtain, he could have at least had half a year without the poison flaring up.

With those six months, he could have searched for more medicinal cures to extend his life.

*Don't let me survive, don't let me find you... but if I do find you, I will make you realize that living is actually a form of pain! I will make you realize how terrifying it is to be alive!*

The Big Ice Block crawled forward with great difficulty—one step, two steps, three steps...

Every step was accompanied by a mouthful of thick, dark blood; every step required him to exert his entire being.

With every step forward, the Big Ice Block had to stop to rest, gathering enough strength before crawling another step.

Gradually, the Big Ice Block's vision began to blur.

"Hahaha, come look, everyone! This lowly creature is right here! Beat him to death! Come, beat him to death! Let that lowly mother of his seduce our Imperial Father!"

"Yes, beat him to death! A lowly palace maid actually thinks she can become a consort, how ridiculous. We'll beat her son to death and see if she still has the right to climb onto Imperial Father's dragon bed."

"You, you, all of you, come help! Beat this bastard born of a slut!"

"Hahaha~"

The scene suddenly shifted. The princes, eunuchs, and palace maids from before were all gone.

A very beautiful woman was running toward a small boy who looked only four or five years old, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Chen'er, my Chen'er! Get away, all of you, get away! Don't hurt my Chen'er!"

"Oh my, isn't this Lady Li? Why have you come all the way here? Didn't the Emperor say you were ill and needed quiet rest? You should hurry back to the palace to recover. Come, come, this servant will help you back to rest."

Two tall palace maids each took one of the beautiful woman's arms to hoist her up.

"No, no! Don't bully my Chen'er! Chen'er is still so small, he's only five! Waaaah~~"

Tragic screams and helpless wails echoed in the ears.

Flying stones and clubs blurred the little boy's vision, and the beautiful woman was dragged further and further away by the two strong palace maids.

The beautiful woman was extremely weak. Due to excessive crying and screaming, a violent bout of coughing followed, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed from her pale little mouth.

"Mother~"

The little boy, who had just been beaten on the ground by a crowd, suddenly stood up, letting the stones and clubs strike his body and face.

He cast a single glance toward the beautiful woman, reached into his robes to pull out a small, sharpened iron rod, and charged toward the crowd surrounding him.

"I'll kill you all!"

"Prince! What's wrong? Wake up, please!"

"Prince, Prince, please wake up! Wake up! What has happened to you? Please don't frighten your subordinate!"

An anxious voice drifted in, and following a forceful shaking, the Big Ice Block on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

Indeed, the Soul-Returning Grass that Qiyueban had snatched away was precisely the life-saving divine medicine for Prince Jing, Xuanyuan Wuchen.

One wondered, if this Prince Jing, Xuanyuan Wuchen, knew that the one who had stolen his life-saving medicine was actually his newly wedded wife, what kind of mood would he be in?

Qiyueban had been in too much of a hurry to escape to even wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. Taking advantage of the fact that no one had found her yet, she quickly ducked away and dashed toward a nearby forest, her figure vanishing into the trees in an instant.

As for Prince Jing, Xuanyuan Wuchen, the flare-up of the virulent poison caused such intense pain that he was unable to make a single sound, which was why Qiyueban was able to escape.

It truly was the heavens opening their eyes once again to save Qiyueban's life!

However, this grudge was now deeply buried in Xuanyuan Wuchen's heart.

"Mo... Yi!"

Under Mo Yi's forceful shaking, Xuanyuan Wuchen's eyes slowly opened a crack.

His blurred vision gradually cleared a little.

The intense pain meant that Xuanyuan Wuchen had to expend a massive amount of mental energy just to utter a single word.

With every word spoken, a stream of thick, dark blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Prince!"

Mo Yi's voice was as cold as frost!

Seeing that Xuanyuan Wuchen had regained consciousness, Mo Yi returned to his original composure, no longer displaying the panic he had felt moments ago when seeing his master lying motionless in a pool of blood.

As the primary secret guard under Prince Jing, Xuanyuan Wuchen, Mo Yi was an exceptionally calm individual.

But in that previous moment, Mo Yi had not even been able to hear his master's heartbeat.

To a man of Mo Yi's extraordinary martial arts, such a situation could only mean one thing: his master was dead.

That was why he had appeared so frantic just now.

It seemed that this particular flare-up of the poison had been so violent that it had caused Xuanyuan Wuchen to enter a state of momentary apparent death.

"I... I am fine."