Wei Renchong and a few others held up rain cloaks for them, shielding them from the torrential downpour that fell from the sky.
"What did you give him?" Gu Jiao asked Ye Qing.
"Purple grass poison," Ye Qing said.
Gu Jiao understood.
Since arriving in Yan Country, she had heard of this poison more than once. Last time, Gu Changqing was stabbed into critical care by the Shadow Soul Sword and nearly became disabled. The National Master also intended to give him this poison.
But the poison pill was expired.
Gu Changqing relied on his willpower and psychological suggestion to pull through.
This was a miracle in medical history, but Xuanyuan Qi’s situation was very different from Gu Changqing’s.
Gu Changqing had already woken up and was no longer in mortal danger, only unwilling to become a cripple.
But Xuanyuan Qi, he really... took his last breath.
Gu Jiao put on her silver-threaded gloves and swiftly cut the spear piercing Xuanyuan Qi’s chest with golden silkworm thread: "This time it won’t be expired again, will it?"
"No!" the National Master had told him before he set off last time. He hurriedly explained, "The medicine given to Gu Changqing by Master was left behind many years ago. This pill was recently found in the Han Family’s residence."
"The Han Family?" Gu Jiao severed the spear from the back with snow-region silkworm thread again.
Ye Qing said, "That’s right. Master said the Han Family likely controls a large purple grass garden. They have a large amount of purple grass. The black cavalry and Han Fifth Master’s black demon horses of the Han Family are all reared with purple grass poison."
"Black cavalry." Gu Jiao heard the name and slightly furrowed her brow. But this explained why Han Fifth Master’s horses were so formidable.
"Doesn’t that mean many horses died?" she asked.
Ye Qing nodded: "Animals have a much stronger tolerance for purple grass poison than humans, but there is still over seventy percent failure rate. Many foals were poisoned to death, and only those that survived qualified to become black cavalry."
Gu Jiao said no more.
The Han Family truly used every conceivable means to grow their strength.
If it weren’t for Master mentioning it before departure, Ye Qing would have no idea how many deranged secrets the Han Family held. He coldly said, "Simply worse than beasts!"
Gu Jiao glanced at him, disagreeing, and said, "Don’t insult the beasts."
Ye Qing was slightly stunned: "Oh."
Gu Jiao’s hands treating Xuanyuan Qi’s wounds suddenly paused, and she solemnly asked, "Ye Qing, will the purple grass poison ease his pain?"
Ye Qing quickly understood that she was referring to Xuanyuan Qi.
"He..."
Liao Chen propped up his father, who leaned against him, and carefully looked at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao did not hide anything from him. As a son, he had the right to know his father’s true condition: "He has very severe internal injuries and endures immense pain daily. Living is a torment for him; death would instead be a release."
Liao Chen clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.
He hadn’t expected his father to have endured like this all these years...
"Yes." Ye Qing said confidently.
Either die from the poison, ending the pain completely.
Or survive the poison and be reborn.
Thinking of something, Ye Qing added, "After being poisoned by purple grass, one enters a state of apparent death, appearing no different from a corpse. The duration varies; some for three hours, others for seven. If they don’t wake after twelve hours, then they’re truly dead."
Gu Jiao’s gaze fell on the man’s face.
Xuanyuan Qi.
You must persevere.
No matter who the person you’ve been waiting for all these years is, or what promises you made to him, I believe he would not want you to die here.
Your mission is not completed.
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