Chapter 8: Like the Master? But He's a Man!

Seeing Mo Yi, Xuanyuan Wuchen felt a great deal of relief instantly.

Mo Yi's lightness skill was among the finest in the martial arts world. With him here, finding the divine physician Luo Qingyun and bringing him back to detoxify him would be much faster.

Thus, Xuanyuan Wuchen's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, relaxed significantly.

No matter how heroic a person might be, or how little they feared death, as long as one could stay alive, it was a happy thing, was it not?

Mo Yi reached out and carefully helped Xuanyuan Wuchen up from the ground. He turned and assisted him to sit on a stone stool within the secret chamber, then placed Xuanyuan Wuchen's arm on the large marble tabletop beside the stool, allowing him to lie face down on the marble to rest and recover his strength.

Xuanyuan Wuchen lifted his head weakly and glanced at the overturned box on the beautiful marble table—the box that had originally contained his life-saving divine medicine, the Soul-Returning Grass. A surge of hatred suddenly welled up in his heart like a massive wave.

*That damn little girl, don't let me find you.*

*If I, Xuanyuan Wuchen, find you, I will surely subject you to a thousand punishments and ten thousand tortures!*

*I will make you wish you were dead!*

Reaching out an arm, he despondently picked up the overturned box. With a deep sigh, Xuanyuan Wuchen flipped the box over.

Upon flipping it, Xuanyuan Wuchen's eyes instantly lit up!

Soul-Returning Grass!

There was actually half a stalk of Soul-Returning Grass left in the box!

It turned out that because time was so critical just now, when July Half had snatched it away, she hadn't managed to grab the entire plant.

She had only taken the upper half of the Soul-Returning Grass, while the lower half, which was secured by a small yellow cloth strip, had remained in the box.

Whether it was a deliberate arrangement by Heaven or because the small yellow cloth strip was too sturdy, the Soul-Returning Grass had actually snapped in the middle.

And the part of the Soul-Returning Grass with the best detoxification effect was its root.

A smile appeared in Xuanyuan Wuchen's eyes.

*Heh, it seems Heaven is not cutting me off!*

Picking up the remaining half-stalk of Soul-Returning Grass, Xuanyuan Wuchen put it directly into his mouth.

As he chewed slowly, the exceptionally bitter medicinal juice slid from the back of his tongue down his throat, then down his esophagus and into his stomach.

Watching his master put the herb directly into his mouth to chew while maintaining a calm expression and even a slight smile, Mo Yi felt a sudden shiver run through his entire body.

Mo Yi was one of Xuanyuan Wuchen's confidants. This Soul-Returning Grass had been obtained by Mo Yi following Xuanyuan Wuchen through a life-and-death struggle in that demonic den where poisonous creatures gathered.

Mo Yi remembered that the divine physician Luo Qingyun had once very solemnly stated that because this Soul-Returning Grass had been exposed to surrounding toxins for a long time, it had absorbed a massive amount of toxicity; consequently, it possessed a certain resistance to poison.

And among that vast field of seemingly similar plants, only the one with a blood-red root was the Soul-Returning Grass that had absorbed hundreds of kinds of lethal poisons.

The plants surrounding the Soul-Returning Grass were also highly toxic, hiding countless poisonous creatures among them.

If the two of them could return alive, they must not be in a rush to eat the Soul-Returning Grass.

This had to be used as an emergency measure only when Xuanyuan Wuchen's toxicity flared up and he was about to lose consciousness from being unable to hold on.

When eating it, one had to have a jar of honey and several portions of honey prepared.

"Why?" Mo Yi remembered asking that back then.

"Because this Soul-Returning Grass is incomparably bitter; it can literally make a person die of bitterness."

Even now, Mo Yi remembered the wicked smile on Luo Qingyun's face when he said those words.

Mo Yi had thought at the time that even if it didn't kill one with bitterness, one would probably die of sweetness after finishing that jar of honey and all that extra honey.

Mo Yi had planned that when the time came, he would tell the Prince to eat at least some sweets to alleviate that fatal bitterness, even if he couldn't eat that much.

Who would have thought the Prince would eat that entire half-stalk of Soul-Returning Grass without changing his expression, and even chew it slowly!

Could it be that Divine Physician Luo was lying, and this Soul-Returning Grass wasn't bitter at all?

Just as Mo Yi was experiencing his first moment of doubt regarding the Prince—

"Mo Yi, what are you standing there for? Hurry and find Divine Physician Luo for me. Do you really want to wait until you see me, the Prince, actually die before you can feel at ease?"

Xuanyuan Wuchen's cold voice drifted into Mo Yi's ears like a demonic sound from hell.

*Thud.*

Mo Yi knelt directly on the ground, bowing his head deeply.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"

His voice was somewhat panicked.

What a joke; who would dare admit they wanted to watch the Prince die before their eyes? That would be seeking death!

"Hmm? Then hurry up and go!"

The smile and calm on Xuanyuan Wuchen's face from a moment ago twisted into a frown.

"Yes, your subordinate will go immediately."

Mo Yi bowed his head heavily once more, then moved his feet and drifted out of the secret chamber without daring to lift his head.

Mo Yi really wanted to slap himself!

Just now, he had been so preoccupied with watching the handsome scene of his master eating that incomparably bitter Soul-Returning Grass with a calm and smiling face that he had completely forgotten about the task of finding Divine Physician Luo for him.

He truly deserved to die!

His master was a man, yet he could be so captivated?

*Sigh! Should I find a wife? If I truly develop improper thoughts toward my master, what am I to do!*

Sprinting through treetops and rooftops, Mo Yi's mind was currently in a state of total chaos, even though his expression remained as cold as his master's.

"It must be like this; I really should find a wife!"

Mo Yi shook his messy head vigorously and once again utilized his lightness skill to fly rapidly in a certain direction.

"Ugh!" A painful groan drifted out from a dilapidated house.

Following the sound inward, there was a hidden door. Beyond the door were piles of medicinal herbs.

Indeed, the source of the sound was the very secret chamber where Xuanyuan Wuchen was currently staying, the one containing the Soul-Returning Grass.

Xuanyuan Wuchen was seen curled up painfully by the marble table, clutching his head with both hands, desperately suppressing the groans of agony that were about to burst out.

*That damn Mo Yi, why was he just standing there staring at me for so long? Does my face have flowers growing on it?*

*Honestly, we're both grown men, what is there to look at? He made me endure it for so long! Doesn't he know how bitter this Soul-Returning Grass is? When he gets back, I must find a woman to discipline him properly.*

While Xuanyuan Wuchen was enduring the extreme bitterness, a series of light footsteps sounded outside the secret chamber.

"Don't come in! All of you, get out!"

An angry roar erupted from within the chamber.

Xuanyuan Wuchen was truly enraged!

Who was so blind as to appear at his most pathetic moment?

Did these damn brats all want to come and make a mockery of him?

Xuanyuan Wuchen was fuming!

However, the footsteps did not stop because of his roar.

The footsteps grew closer and closer. Xuanyuan Wuchen's originally curled-up body slowly calmed down due to the approaching sound.

Only his clenched fists, with veins bulging, betrayed how hard he was struggling to endure.