Chapter 166

This sudden upheaval caught everyone off guard.

No one had expected that the usually amiable and prudent Qian Family Patriarch would suddenly make such a frenzied move.

Has this old man gone mad?

This was the first thought that crossed the minds of all the guests.

But soon, they realized something was amiss.

The aura erupting from the Qian Family Patriarch was too strong, too terrifying.

That extreme coldness seemed capable of freezing one's heart, causing all the guests to tremble uncontrollably, their limbs stiff and almost unable to move.

“Not good!”

Even Wei Xinghe, a Martial Grandmaster, felt a momentary stagnation in his mind, reacting several beats slower.

He was horrified and could only watch helplessly as the "Qian Family Patriarch," who had exploded with immense aura, lunged towards Wei Zian, his eyes wide with fury.

“Divine Shaking Technique, Bloodsword, Seven Kill Tower assassin?!”

The young man in plain clothes suddenly stood up, his face full of shock.

He possessed a sect treasure that shielded him from the Divine Shaking Technique, but being too far away, he could only watch and sigh, unable to rescue in time.

“Wait, where is Lu Xiaolangjun?”

Just as the young man in plain clothes began to sigh, he noticed something was wrong. Lu Qing, who had been sitting at his table, was already nowhere to be seen.

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

On the makeshift stage, both Wei Zian and Mago were already immobilized by the cold aura of the "Qian Family Patriarch."

With cold limbs, Wei Zian felt an endless chill rising from his heart, seeing the opponent rush towards him, yet his body was completely immobile.

Mago behind him was in the same condition.

The aura from the "Qian Family Patriarch" was so terrifying that it seemed to have some strange power, capable of freezing one's thoughts and rendering them unable to move.

In an instant, the "Qian Family Patriarch" was already in front of Wei Zian.

With deep, cold eyes, devoid of any emotion, like a death god crawling out of the abyss, he thrust his sword towards Wei Zian's heart.

With the aura he had released, even a deity descending would struggle to save Wei Zian if this sword struck true.

However, just as the short sword was about to pierce Wei Zian's heart, out of nowhere, a teacup, carried by a violent wind, smashed into the short sword.

Bang!

The teacup shattered instantly upon impact with the side of the short sword.

But the force contained within it was entirely channeled into the sword.

The force was so immense that even with the "Qian Family Patriarch's" strength, he felt his arm tremble, unable to fully control the short sword, forcing it to veer off course.

Swish!

A streak of blood splattered.

The short sword missed its target, only grazing Wei Zian's arm.

“Get away!”

At the same time, a fierce tiger roar sounded, and Lu Qing's figure appeared on the stage.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, his entire body erupted with qi and blood, carrying an immensely powerful aura, and he punched at the "Qian Family Patriarch's" side.

What?

The "Qian Family Patriarch's" dead eyes showed a trace of surprise, as if he couldn't believe someone could react so quickly under his Divine Shaking Technique.

But he knew the opportunity was lost. If he continued to act, even if he could forcibly kill Wei Zian, he wouldn't escape once Wei Xinghe and the others reacted.

In a flash, the "Qian Family Patriarch" made a decision.

He spun around and struck out a palm, meeting Lu Qing's fist.

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Fist and palm clashed, energy exploded, the stage shook. In the hurried response, the force from the "Qian Family Patriarch" was no match for Lu Qing's momentum.

That plump body was sent flying, crashing through a nearby wall!

“Trying to escape?!”

However, Lu Qing instantly noticed something was wrong.

During the clash, the opponent had used a sophisticated deflection technique, using his fist strength to escape.

Without thinking, Lu Qing pushed off with his feet and chased through the wall's breach.

“Xiao Li, protect Xiao Yan!”

With this, Lu Qing's figure disappeared, leaving the guests staring in shock.

From the eruption of the "Qian Family Patriarch's" qi and blood to Lu Qing saving Wei Zian and punching the "Qian Family Patriarch" away, all of this happened in just a few breaths.

Many guests hadn't even had time to react before Lu Qing had already chased after them.

But in that brief moment, the powerful auras unleashed by the two shook everyone's hearts.

Especially the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect, who were filled with disbelief.

“An'er!”

At this moment, Mrs. Wei's cry of alarm rang out.

Everyone quickly looked over to see Wei Zian being held by Mago, surrounded by Wei Xinghe, his wife, and Wei Zihao, all looking anxious.

As for Wei Zian, he was clutching his wounded arm, his eyes closed, and a trace of black air appeared on his face, growing deeper.

“There's poison on the sword?!”

Everyone was immediately shocked, guessing the cause.

Their hearts were filled with terror.

What kind of poison was on that sword? Wei Xiaogongzi had only been injured for a few breaths, yet he had already fainted from the poison!

“Wei Family Patriarch, quickly seal the acupoints on Xiaogongzi's arm to prevent the blood from flowing back to his heart. That man is an assassin from the Seven Kill Tower, and the poison he used is the Blood Fiend Poison. If the blood poison reaches the heart, it will be too late!”

The voice of the young man in plain clothes sounded, as he also appeared on the stage.

Seven Kill Tower?

Most guests felt confused upon hearing this name, not knowing what kind of force it was.

Only a few Qingyun Sword Sect disciples, from prominent sects, trembled with shock and horror.

Wei Xinghe, hearing this, didn't doubt and immediately sealed the acupoints on Wei Zian's arm.

However, after sealing the blood flow, the blackness on Wei Zian's face didn't slow down much, and his condition was still very grim.

“Master Zhi Yue, what should we do next?”

Wei Xinghe knew the young man in plain clothes was knowledgeable and quickly asked.

“I have an antidote pill here. Let Xiaogongzi take it to temporarily suppress the poison.”

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

“Thank you, Master Zhi Yue.”

Wei Xinghe took the pill, pried open Wei Zian's mouth, and made him swallow it with water.

The pill quickly took effect, significantly slowing the spread of the blackness on Wei Zian's face.

But it was clear that his condition had not improved, and he had not regained consciousness.

“Master Zhi Yue, why is this happening?”

Seeing this, Mrs. Wei was extremely anxious and asked sorrowfully.

“Madam Wei, my pill can only do so much.” The young man in plain clothes sighed, “That assassin used the infamous Blood Fiend Poison. This poison is a secret of the Seven Kill Tower, extremely vicious, made from various hot poisons. Even a Martial Grandmaster would struggle to neutralize it if infected.”

“Then our An'er is…”

Mrs. Wei burst into tears upon hearing this.

The guests were equally horrified.

It was their first time hearing of such a terrifying poison, even capable of challenging a Martial Grandmaster.

Wei Xinghe's mind also went blank, but he quickly calmed down as a martial expert.

“Master Zhi Yue, is there no way to save him?”

“My antidote pill can only suppress the Blood Fiend Poison for half an hour. During this time, if you can find a famous doctor, there might be a chance to detoxify him. Isn't old doctor Chen in the mansion? Why not ask him for help?”

The young man in plain clothes asked curiously.

With that doctor’s medical skills and his Precelestial realm, he should be able to deal with the Blood Fiend Poison.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xinghe's face showed bitterness: “Master Zhi Yue, you are unaware. This morning, due to the banquet, the ancestor found the mansion too noisy, so he invited old doctor Chen to gather herbs in the mountains. They are probably still on the way.”

Otherwise, with such a commotion, how could it escape the detection of those two?

But with their speed, who knew how far they had gone. Even sending someone to find them wouldn't bring them back in half an hour.

“Is that so? Then I have no better solution.” The young man in plain clothes sighed.

Is it truly fate?

At this moment, even Wei Xinghe couldn't help but feel despair.

Although there were doctors in the city, no ordinary doctor could handle a poison that even Master Zhi Yue was helpless against.

Unfortunately, old doctor Chen and the ancestor weren't in the mansion. Was An'er destined for this calamity?

“Lu Xiaolangjun!” At this moment, Mago suddenly shouted, “Patriarch Wei, quickly call Lu Xiaolangjun back. He knows medicine and can save Zian!”

“Yes, quickly call Lu Xiaolangjun!” Mrs. Wei also realized, “When I was injured, it was Lu Xiaolangjun who healed me. He must have a way!”

Mrs. Wei remembered how her injury, which was near

death, was no better than An'er's current state.

But under Lu Qing's treatment, she was able to walk in just half a day.

If he were here, he would surely have a solution.

“But father, Lu Xiaolangjun is chasing that assassin. With our skills, we might not keep up with their speed.” Wei Zihao said, ashamed.

“Ah Hai, go and bring back Lu Xiaolangjun, tell him Zian is in critical condition, only he can save him!” Wei Xinghe ordered immediately.

Among those present, only a few had a chance to catch up with Lu Qing and the assassin.

The County Magistrate and the young man in plain clothes were out of his control, and he couldn't leave.

The only hope lay with the Internal Organs realm chief steward.

“Yes, master!”

The chief steward dared not delay and immediately moved to pursue through the wall breach.

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

With a bang, a figure flew in from outside the wall, crashing heavily to the ground.

Then, Lu Qing's calm voice came from above.

“I told you, you can't escape.”

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

And on the ground, with twisted limbs and covered in blood, who else could it be but the "Qian Family Patriarch"?

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