Chapter 166

Chapter 166: The Mystical Art of Shaking the Soul! The Seven Killing Tower! The Blood Poison!

This sudden and catastrophic event caught everyone by surprise.

No one expected the usually amiable and cautious head of the Qian family to suddenly act so madly. “

Has this old man gone mad?

” was the first thought of all the guests.

But then they realized something was amiss.

The aura emanating from the Qian family head was too powerful, too terrifying.

The icy cold air seemed to freeze hearts, causing all the guests to tremble uncontrollably, their limbs stiffening, making them almost unable to move.

“Not good!”

Even Wei Xinghe, a martial arts master, felt his mind falter, his reaction several beats slower.

Terrified, he could only watch helplessly as the “Qian family head,” radiating a powerful aura, lunged at Wei Zian, his eyes bloodshot.

“The Mystical Shaking Technique, the Bloody Sword, the Seven Killing Tower assassin?!”

The young man in plain clothes suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock.

He possessed the sect’s secret treasure, impervious to the mystical power, but because he was too far away, he could only sigh as he watched, unable to intervene.

“No, where’s Young Master Lu?”

the young man sighed inwardly when he realized something was wrong. Lu Qing, who had been sitting at his table, had vanished.

But the next moment, he knew where Lu Qing had gone.

On the makeshift platform, Wei Zi’an and Ma Gu were already transfixed by the icy aura emanating from “Patriarch Qian.”

Wei Zi’an, his hands and feet icy, felt an endless chill rising from his heart. He watched the other person lunge at him, yet he felt completely unable to move.

Ma Gu, behind him, was in the same boat.

The aura emanating from “Patriarch Qian” was too terrifying, as if possessing some mysterious power capable of freezing a person’s mind, rendering them completely unable to move.

The distance of a dozen steps vanished in the blink of an eye, and “Patriarch Qian” was in front of Wei Zi’an in the blink of an eye.

His gaze was deep and cold, devoid of emotion. Like a grim reaper from the Netherworld, he thrust his sword towards Wei Zi’an’s heart.

With such explosive force, the sword was sure to strike, and even a supreme immortal would be unable to save Wei Zi’an.

However, just as the dagger was about to penetrate Wei Zi’an’s heart, a teacup suddenly appeared from nowhere and slammed down onto the dagger with a sharp gust of wind.

Bang!

The teacup struck the side of the dagger, instantly shattering.

But the power contained within it was fully channeled into the dagger.

The force was so immense that even with the strength of “Patriarch Qian,” his arm trembled, unable to fully control the dagger, forcing it to veer sideways.

Swoosh!

A stream of blood flew.

The dagger missed its target, missing Wei Zi’an’s heart and glancing past him, slicing his arm.

“Get out of the way!”

Simultaneously, a fierce tiger roar echoed, and Lu Qing appeared on the platform.

He clenched his right fist, his entire body surging with energy. With overwhelming force, he struck the Qian Family Master’s side. “

What?

” A flicker crossed the Qian Family Master’s face, as if he hadn’t expected someone to react so quickly to his Mystic Shaking Technique.

But he knew his chance was lost. If he continued, even if he could forcibly kill Wei Zi’an, by the time Wei Xinghe and the others reacted, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

His thoughts raced, and the Qian Family Master made a split-second decision.

He spun around, fiercely slapping out a palm to meet Lu Qing’s punch.

Boom!

Their fists and palms collided, a burst of air erupted, and the platform shook. In his hasty response, the Qian Family Master’s unleashed force was no match for Lu Qing, who seized the opportunity.

The chubby figure flew forward, crashing through the nearby wall!

“Trying to escape?!”

But Lu Qing instantly realized something was wrong.

The opponent hadn’t sustained any injuries from the previous exchange, instead using a masterful method of dissipating force, leveraging the

power of his punches to escape. Without a second thought, he swiftly launched himself through the gap in the wall, chasing after him.

“Xiao Li, protect Xiao Yan!”

With those words, Lu Qing vanished, leaving the guests stunned and watching the scene unfold.

From the “Qian Patriarch”‘s energies erupting, to Lu Qing rescuing Wei Zi’an and then sending the “Qian Patriarch” flying with a single punch

, all happened in a matter of seconds.

Many guests barely registered what had happened before they saw Lu Qing already chasing him.

But in that brief moment, the sheer force of their exchange shook everyone,

especially the Qingyun Sword Pavilion disciples, whose faces were filled with disbelief.

“An’er!”

At that moment, Madam Wei exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked over to see Wei Zi’an held by Ma Gu, surrounded by Wei Xinghe and his wife, and Wei Zihao, their faces etched with anxious concern.

As for Wei Zian, he was clutching the wound on his arm, his eyes closed. A dark aura appeared on his face, gradually deepening.

“Is the sword poisonous?!”

Everyone was startled, guessing something.

He was horrified.

What kind of poison was coated on that sword? It was so horrible. Young Master Wei had only been injured for a few breaths, yet he had already fainted from the poison!

“Master Wei, quickly seal the acupuncture points on the young master’s hand. Prevent the blood from flowing back to the heart. That man is an assassin from the Seven Killings Tower. He’s using the blood poison. Once the blood poison attacks the heart, it will be too late!”

The voice of the commoner-clothed young man rang out, and he appeared on the stage.

Seven Killings Tower?

Most of the guests were bewildered at the name, unsure of what kind of faction it was.

Only the Qingyun Sword Pavilion disciples, also from major sects, were shocked and horrified.

Wei Xinghe, unsuspecting, immediately tapped his fingers, sealing the blood and qi on Wei Zi’an’s arm. However,

even after sealing the blood, the thick black aura on Wei Zi’an’s face didn’t slow much, and the situation remained very grim.

“Sir Zhirui, what should we do next?”

Wei Xinghe, knowing the commoner-clothed young man’s vast knowledge, asked hurriedly.

“I have an antidote pill here, young master. It will temporarily stop the poison.”

The young man in plain clothes pulled out a porcelain bottle and poured out a pill.

“Thank you, Your Excellency Zhirui.”

Wei Xinghe took the pill, pinched Wei Zi’an’s mouth open, and let him swallow it with water.

After the pill, the darkening of Wei Zi’an’s face slowed significantly.

However, it was still clear that his condition had not improved, and he had not yet woken up.

“Your Excellency Zhirui, how could this happen?”

Mrs. Wei asked in a panic.

“Madam Wei, my elixir can only do so much,” the plain-clothed young man sighed. “The assassin just now used the infamous Blood Evil Poison, a secret poison from the Seven Killings Tower. It’s incredibly toxic, made from a combination of various heat-removing substances. Even a trace of it, once it seeps into the body, can incinerate the blood and qi. Even a martial arts master would find it extremely difficult to neutralize it.”

“Then what about our An’er…”

Madam Wei burst into tears upon hearing

this. The guests were equally horrified.

It was the first time they had heard of such a terrifying poison, one that even a martial arts master could not resist.

Wei Xinghe felt dizzy, but as a martial arts expert, he quickly regained his composure.

He asked in a deep voice, “Master Zhirui, is there no way to save him?”

“My detoxification pills can only hold the blood evil poison at bay for half an hour at best. If we can find a renowned doctor within that time, there should be a way to cure it. Isn’t Doctor Chen at home? Why not ask him to come and treat?”

the young man in plain clothes asked, somewhat curiously.

With his medical skills and his Xiantian realm cultivation, even the most severe blood evil poison should have a cure.

Upon hearing this, Wei Xinghe’s face suddenly turned bitter. “Master Zhirui, you may not know. This morning, because of the banquet at the mansion, our ancestor, disliked the noise, invited Doctor Chen to go out into the mountains to collect herbs. He’s probably still on his way.” Otherwise

, how could such a commotion in the mansion have escaped the notice of those two? However,

given their speed, it was impossible to find them anywhere at this point. Even if someone were to look for them, it would be impossible to recover them in half an hour.

“So that’s the case. Then I have no better solution,” the commoner sighed.

Was this truly fate?

At this point, even Wei Xinghe couldn’t help but despair.

While there were physicians in the city, a poison that even Lord Zhirui was helpless against would

likely be beyond the reach of ordinary physicians. And with Old Doctor Chen and the old ancestor away from home right now, was An’er truly destined to meet this fate?

“Little Brother Lu!” Ma Gu suddenly called out, “Master Wei, quickly send for Little Brother Lu. He’s knowledgeable in medicine and should be able to save Zi’an!”

“Yes, yes, quickly summon Little Young Master Lu!” Madam Wei finally realized. “Little Young Master Lu was the one who healed me back then. He must have a solution!”

Madam Wei recalled her own injuries, leaving her on the brink of death, not much better than An’er’s current condition.

But under Lu Qing’s care, she recovered in just half a day and was able to walk.

If he were still here, he would surely have a way to detoxify him.

“But Father, Young Master Lu has gone after the assassin. With our skills, we’re afraid we can’t keep up with them,” Wei Zihao said shamefacedly.

“Ah Hai, quickly go and bring Young Master Lu back. Tell him Zi’an is in danger and only he can save him!” Wei Xinghe ordered immediately.

There were probably only a handful of people here who could possibly catch up with Lu Qing and the others.

Wei Xinghe couldn’t control the county magistrate and the young man in plain clothes, and he couldn’t walk away either.

The only one with a chance was the Grand Steward, who had mastered the art of internal organs.

“Yes, sir!”

Grand Steward Wei didn’t hesitate and immediately tried to chase them through the gap in the wall.

However, before he could take two steps, he heard a sudden gust of wind.

With a thud, a figure flew through the wall and slammed heavily to the ground.

Then, Lu Qing’s calm voice echoed from above.

“I told you, you can’t escape.”

Everyone looked up to see Lu Qing standing tall on the wall.

And that person on the ground, with his limbs twisted and his body covered in blood, who else could it be but the “Master of the Qian Family”?

(End of this chapter)