The Master of the Medical Hall had stayed here for a few days due to some matters before departing with others on the flying boat to the Immortal Valley.

Those who could board that flying boat were naturally not ordinary cultivators. Some were even more advanced than the Medical Hall Master himself. To avoid leaks, none of the Medical Hall members contacted the Hall Master during this time.

Upon returning to his room, Weisheng used a voice transmission talisman, but since there was no response from the Hall Master for a long time, he realized that the Master was currently unavailable.

However, with him personally watching over things, Hulü Yan couldn’t escape even if he grew wings.

Thinking of this, Weisheng gradually calmed his anxious desire to contact the Hall Master.

His mind then wandered to that handsome young master from the Mi Family, and his heart immediately fluttered. For the first time, he eagerly looked forward to the night.

Feeling quite pleased, Weisheng had his subordinates bring hot water for a bath. After bathing and changing into a fresh set of clothes, he sat at the table, waiting for news from Qi Sha and Wu Du.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no word from either Qi Sha or Wu Du.

To ensure privacy, all cultivators use talismans with shielding functions when staying outside the sect.

Their Medical Hall was not a prestigious or righteous sect, so for the sake of survival, they were even more cautious.

When Weisheng calmed himself to sense the movements from Qi Sha and Wu Du, he felt nothing at all.

Finally, unable to sit still any longer, Weisheng stood up to go look for them.

Just as he opened the door, he unexpectedly came face to face with the person who had been on his mind.

Mi Lu had somehow arrived outside his door, one hand raised in mid-air, as if he had been about to knock.

Surprised by the sudden opening of the door, Mi Lu jumped, but whatever he thought of, he quickly regained his composure and smiled at Weisheng. “Found you.”

Mi Lu’s face was pale, but his large, watery peach blossom eyes sparkled, even darker and more vibrant than usual. When he smiled, his eyes squinted slightly, and the light in the room reflected in them, making them shine brighter than the stars in the night.

Seeing Mi Lu’s smile made Weisheng’s heart skip a beat.

He quickly clutched his chest as his breath became heavier.

“Why are you here?” Weisheng asked. “Weren’t you waiting for me over there?”

Mi Lu replied, “Someone’s looking for you, so I brought them here.”

Weisheng instinctively asked, “Who’s looking for me?”

As soon as he asked, he realized something was off. He quickly stepped back, his expression wary, and examined Mi Lu from head to toe.

Mi Lu hadn’t changed into the new clothes Weisheng had prepared for him, nor had he bathed. His body was still covered in dirty, clotted blood, and his hair was a bit messy.

Weisheng snapped out of his daze and was about to pull out the long whip at his waist when he saw Mi Lu, still with his hand raised in mid-air, point behind him.

“He’s looking for you,” Mi Lu said. “The person behind you.”

Weisheng reflexively turned to look.

In the next moment, he felt a tightness around his waist.

Before he could react, the long whip coiled around his waist was snatched away.

The whip then wrapped around his neck, pulling him forward. Caught off guard, Weisheng fell flat on the ground.

Weisheng was only wearing a loose robe with nothing underneath, and as he hit the ground, the robe flared open, revealing his pale, well-nourished skin.

“Hulü Yan?!” The shock on Weisheng’s face was even greater than Wu Du’s at the moment of his death. Soon, all that shock transformed into burning rage. “You wretched dog, Hulü Yan! Who gave you the courage to treat me like this?!”

Weisheng gritted his teeth and summoned five short swords from his Hundreds Treasure Pouch, controlling them with his spiritual power, sending them flying toward Hulü Yan.

Sensing the sword energy, Hulü Yan effortlessly loosened the whip, dodging the five short swords with ease.

The swords fell to the ground with a series of crisp clangs.

Weisheng was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Hulü Yan. “You… you actually…”

He had effortlessly deflected his swords!

And yet, he couldn’t sense any cultivation from Hulü Yan!

Could it be that Hulü Yan’s cultivation had surpassed his own?

No…

That was impossible!

Hulü Yan was just a brat under the age of fourteen. How could he have reached the Foundation Establishment stage in less than two years? Two years ago, when Weisheng captured him, Hulü Yan was still an ordinary person who hadn’t even drawn in spiritual energy!

Suppressing his shock, Weisheng climbed to his feet.

Hulü Yan’s previous move had caused a backlash, and Weisheng could taste a metallic bitterness in his mouth.

Unlike Qi Sha and Wu Du, Weisheng was not one to underestimate his enemy. Regardless of why Hulü Yan had gained the ability to fight him, he knew he had to be cautious.

Without wasting another word, Weisheng rapidly formed a hand seal.

In an instant, pale purple spiritual power materialized around his fingertips, crackling like lightning and forming a fine web in his palm.

“Using such petty tricks in front of me, you’re overestimating yourself,” Weisheng sneered, clenched his hand, and the five short swords on the ground shot back into the air.

The swords were now engulfed in spiritual energy, electric arcs dancing along their blades.

The spiritual energy became denser and denser.

In the end, the five short swords were completely encased in pale purple, exuding a deadly aura, and they once again shot toward Hulü Yan under Weisheng’s control.

This time, Hulü Yan couldn’t dodge. The five swords pierced straight through his body.

Blood gushed out.

The pain, which should have felt like being skinned alive, didn’t even make Hulü Yan frown.

How painful could it be? It was nothing.

He had already endured worse pain, pain far beyond being skinned alive.

What did this amount of pain matter?

He still remembered the whip marks left on his body two years ago. Even today, the scars were still there. And the one who left those scars was standing right in front of him.

Weisheng.

Yes.

Weisheng.

That name had been chewed up and swallowed by Hulü Yan’s hatred countless times.

He swore to kill Weisheng with his own hands, to tear this beast apart.

Now, the opportunity had finally come.

Seeing Hulü Yan motionless, Weisheng thought he had defeated him with a single move. Just as he began to feel a sense of smug satisfaction, he was shocked to see a slow smile creep onto Hulü Yan’s lips.

“You…”

Before Weisheng could finish his sentence, Hulü Yan’s whip lashed out and interrupted him.

With a snap, the whip coiled around one of Weisheng’s hands.

Weisheng’s eyes widened in shock.

How could this be?

Hulü Yan, after taking his five swords, still had the strength to fight back?!

Weisheng hurriedly formed another hand seal, trying to control the swords again, but before he could react, there was a wet tearing sound.

A moment later, excruciating pain crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Turning to look, Weisheng saw a pool of blood on the ground and his severed arm lying beside it, torn off by the whip.

“Hulü Yan!” Weisheng had never experienced such agony before. His face, which should have paled from blood loss, was flushed bright red with rage. He swiftly formed another hand seal with his remaining hand, glaring venomously at Hulü Yan.

In an instant, a net of pale purple spiritual energy coalesced, pressing down on Hulü Yan from above, kicking up a fierce gust of wind. The electric arcs converged into a storm.

The wind howled.

The furniture in the room was blown apart and scattered.

Weisheng’s only remaining robe fluttered wildly in the wind. His face was twisted with fury, and his venomous eyes gleamed with malice, like poisoned needles. “Hulü Yan, you dare sever my arm? I’ll take your life!”

The storm, charged with lightning, rushed toward Hulü Yan with unstoppable force.

Hulü Yan didn’t dodge. He lashed out with the whip again, wrapping it around Weisheng’s other hand.

There was another wet tearing sound.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The storm seemed to have no effect on Hulü Yan, who repeatedly lashed Weisheng’s body with the whip.

Wounds opened up on Weisheng’s pale skin, blood flowing from each lash.

With both arms severed, Weisheng couldn’t fight back, howling in pain.

Being whipped was far more painful than he had imagined.

No.

It wasn’t just the whip—it was Hulü Yan’s terrifying strength, as if he intended to beat him to death.

He couldn’t believe it…

Not only had Hulü Yan taken his attacks head-on, but he could also wield the whip so easily—a whip that not just anyone could handle.

So—

What exactly had Hulü Yan gone through? How did he gain such terrifying power?

For the first time in his life, Weisheng felt unprecedented fear. And for the first time, he was truly afraid of death.

Hulü Yan’s reason was slipping further and further away from him. It felt as if he were sinking into a swamp, countless hands dragging him deeper and deeper.

“Die with your mother.”

“Just die.”

No! He didn’t want to die!

He wasn’t the one who deserved to die!

The ones who deserved to die were the beasts who had tormented him, tortured him, and made his life miserable!

All he ever wanted was to survive.

What had he done wrong?

He only wanted…

To live.

So, he had to kill them all.

All those who had wronged him—kill them all!

Hulü Yan stopped struggling. He let his body sink deeper into the swamp, let the countless hands drag him down, and let the darkness slowly consume him from his feet upward.

After all, no one expected anything from him. There was no one reaching out to pull him ashore. He had always been alone.

So why bother climbing up?

Thump-thump—

He heard a familiar heartbeat.

Thump-thump, thump-thump—

The heartbeat was fast, as if its owner was nervous.

That heartbeat was unmistakable to him—it came from the person who had stolen half of his heart.

Oh right, it was that little young master named Mi Lu.

So, the young master was still here.

Suddenly, it was as if a thin thread reached into the filthy swamp, wrapping around his hand. Then, with a gentle tug, it began pulling him upward.

While Hulü Yan and Weisheng were locked in their confrontation, Mi Lu had sneaked away to find his Bi You Sword and Qian Kun Pouch. After searching through two rooms, he found them, likely taken by Qi Sha and Wu Du.

Carrying the Bi You Sword, Mi Lu quietly returned to Weisheng’s door. Just as he saw Weisheng lying on the ground, missing both arms, he was suddenly grabbed forcefully by Hulü Yan.

Mi Lu’s expression instantly became one of exasperation.

Seriously?

He had already been drained back to the early Qi Refining stage, and he was still being drained?

Even healers in games weren’t as drained as he was!

Just as he thought this, a weight suddenly pressed down on him.

Hulü Yan had collapsed directly onto him, but his hand still tightly gripped Mi Lu’s wrist, refusing to let go.