Chapter 96: Do You Want to Kill Him?

Jiang Rulan dropped straight to her knees before Jun Wushuang.

As the cherished young princess of noble blood, she was now begging on the ground without a shred of dignity, a sure sign of how dire the situation had become.

“What happened?” Jun Wushuang asked, frowning slightly.

“Mr. Jun, my grandfather has been poisoned again, and this time it is even worse than before. I’m afraid he won’t live through tonight!” Jiang Rulan blurted out at once, her delicate face filled with worry and panic.

She was closest to her grandfather and could not bear to see him die from poison.

When they were in Jiangning City, Jun Wushuang had cured him.

So she had thought of Jun Wushuang first, and rushed here without delay to beg him for help.

“Dean, I’ll go take a look.” Jun Wushuang could not stand by when he still owed Jiang Hongru two favors, especially now that Jiang Hongru’s life was in danger.

After taking his leave of Mo Xingyun, he followed Jiang Rulan straight to the Prince of the South’s estate.

“What exactly happened?” Jun Wushuang asked as they hurried along, hoping to understand the situation in greater detail so he could treat the illness properly.

“Grandfather was struck by the Yin Poison Death Qi again, and it is far worse this time. The poison has already entered his heart meridian; I’m afraid he has little time left.”

“Besides the Yin Poison Death Qi, Grandfather has also been sealed by the Black Demon Cult’s Corpse-Ghost Seal!”

Jiang Rulan did not dare conceal anything and quickly explained the full situation.

Jun Wushuang was no stranger to the Yin Poison Death Qi.

But what was the Black Demon Cult?

“The Black Demon Cult is one of the three great demonic sects of the Eastern Domain. It is spread across many regions and commands immense power, an immortal force stronger even than a holy land.”

“The Black Demon Cult is famed for poison and hidden weapons, and inspires terror wherever its name is heard.”

“This time, Grandfather went to investigate a secret realm and encountered an expert from the Black Demon Cult. In the end, he returned in defeat, not only afflicted by the Yin Poison Death Qi, but also sealed by the Corpse-Ghost Seal.”

Jiang Rulan hurriedly explained the origin of the Black Demon Cult.

Only a force with Emperor Realm experts in charge could be called an immortal power.

The Great Qian Dynasty was not even as strong as a holy land, let alone comparable to the Black Demon Cult.

However, Jiang Hongru had only encountered disciples of the Black Demon Cult, not one of its branches. Otherwise, he would never have been able to return alive.

As for the Corpse-Ghost Seal, Jun Wushuang had not seen it with his own eyes, so he could not yet draw a conclusion.

Very soon, Jun Wushuang and Jiang Rulan arrived at the Prince of the South’s estate.

The Prince of the South was the foremost prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, and his residence was naturally grand and imposing beyond measure.

Yet Jun Wushuang had no mind to admire any of it.

With Jiang Rulan present, they were admitted without obstruction.

Before long, Jun Wushuang saw Jiang Hongru.

Since his seclusion two months earlier, Jun Wushuang had not seen Jiang Hongru again.

He had not even appeared at the life-and-death duel.

And now the Jiang Hongru before him made Jun Wushuang’s expression turn grave.

Jiang Hongru lay on a bed made of yellow rosewood, covered by a quilt, yet he was frighteningly weak.

The Jiang Hongru of old should have been a tall, imposing elder.

But the man before him was gaunt and yellow-faced, his cheeks withered and lifeless, his eye sockets sunken deep.

He was nothing but skin stretched over bone, like a skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of flesh.

That was not all.

Jiang Hongru’s entire body was blackened, covered in poisonous blotches, while a foul, acrid miasma seeped from him, ready to erupt at any moment.

And between his brows was a black ferocious-ghost tattoo.

The tattoo seemed alive, baring its fangs and claws. If one were to meet its gaze, their sea of consciousness would surely be torn apart by the ghost within.

This should have been the Black Demon Cult’s Corpse-Ghost Seal.

“Rulan, why are you here? Did I not say that your grandfather could die from poison at any moment? Your cultivation is too weak. If you get too close and are poisoned, what then?”

Beside the bed stood two figures.

One of them was a middle-aged man who, upon seeing Jiang Rulan, immediately barked at her in a deep voice.

But he was not truly blaming her; he was worried for her safety.

After all, if Jiang Hongru’s poison erupted, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Father, I’m worried about Grandfather too, so I specifically invited Mr. Jun!” Jiang Rulan said anxiously.

The middle-aged man was named Jiang Mingde. He was Jiang Hongru’s eldest son and Jiang Rulan’s father.

Now that Jiang Hongru had been poisoned into unconsciousness, as the eldest son he naturally had to shoulder the burden of the Prince of the South’s estate.

“Nonsense. I have already invited the Pill King Yao. With him here, there is naturally no problem with your grandfather’s poison.”

Jiang Mingde’s expression eased a little, though he still scolded her.

At the bedside, a white-robed elder was carefully examining Jiang Hongru.

The old man had an air of transcendent elegance and the bearing of a true master.

It was none other than Yao Wuchen.

The Prince of the South was the chief master of the Treasure Pavilion, and Yao Wuchen was the deputy chief.

Now that Jiang Hongru had been poisoned, he was naturally summoned at once.

“Father, Grandfather was cured of his last poisoning by Mr. Jun. I believe he will certainly be able to cure Grandfather this time as well!” Jiang Rulan was not saying that she did not trust Yao Wuchen, but when it concerned her grandfather’s life, of course she cared even more deeply.

“Nonsense. Pill King Yao is a sixth-rank alchemist, and the finest alchemist in our Great Qian Dynasty.”

“No matter how gifted that young man may be, what can he amount to? At best, he would be a third-rank alchemist!”

“All right, all right. I know you’re worried about your grandfather, but with Pill King Yao here, stop making trouble. Take your people and leave at once!”

Jiang Mingde wore a stern expression and repeatedly urged her to go.

He did not want anything to happen to his precious daughter.

As for Jun Wushuang, he had not given him so much as a glance from beginning to end.

Too young.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen, no matter how talented, how extraordinary could he really be?

When it came to alchemy, aside from the Azure Pill King, the highest in the entire Great Qian Dynasty was Yao Wuchen.

To distrust Yao Wuchen and instead believe some green boy?

“What the little prince says is not quite right,” Yao Wuchen said at that moment.

“This old man does not presume to call himself the number one alchemist of the Great Qian Dynasty. In my eyes, only Master Jun deserves that title.”

Yao Wuchen’s eyes shone with reverence.

As for that Master Jun, whom he had only heard of and never met, he had long since admired him as though he were a deity.

If he knew that the Master Jun he worshiped so devoutly was standing right before him, who knew what expression he would wear?

Alas, he did not know Jun Wushuang’s other identity.

At this moment, he did not even glance at Jun Wushuang, nor did he pay any attention to Jiang Rulan. Instead, he looked at Jiang Mingde.

“Little prince, the chief steward’s condition is very serious. The Yin Poison Death Qi has already invaded his internal organs and heart meridian, and the Corpse-Ghost Seal has also sealed off the chief steward’s sea of consciousness.”

“But you need not worry. Recently, this old man obtained a jade slip bestowed by Master Jun, and it contains a similar problem.”

“I have already solved it. I only need to use the Nine Needles of the Ghost Gate to open the acupoints and unseal the meridians, drain the poisonous blood, and then supplement it with a Three-Aperture Spirit Cleansing Pill. That will allow me to break the seal, dispel the poison, and restore the chief steward to full health!”

Yao Wuchen spoke with pride, brimming with confidence.

“Many thanks, Elder Yao. Please hurry and treat him, and save my father’s life,” Jiang Mingde said quickly, his face full of gratitude and complete trust in Yao Wuchen.

“Very well.”

Yao Wuchen nodded, then produced nine golden needles as fine as strands of hair and prepared to unleash the Nine Needles of the Ghost Gate.

Just then, Jun Wushuang suddenly stepped forward.

“You quack. Are you trying to kill him?”