The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 758: A True Brother Stabs You in the Back!

Chapter 758: A True Brother Stabs You in the Back!

Poisonous Valley.

Yan Buxiu had been soaking in the medicinal bath for two days in a wooden tub.

No method had worked. The poison still couldn’t be eliminated from his body. His meridians were overtaken by a strange venom, causing him constant agony.

Suddenly, his hands gripped the sides of the tub, and the veins and blood vessels on the back of his hands turned a horrifying shade of purple. It looked terrifying.

"Qingwu! Qingwu!!" Yan Buxiu cried out, each shout making the pain worse. "Please, kill me! End this suffering!"

The poison was just too potent. He couldn’t bear the torment any longer.

Qingwu hurriedly rushed in from behind the screen and was heartbroken upon seeing Yan Buxiu in such a state.

"My brother, hold on!"

Then, he turned to Elder Duxin, "You can’t cure this poison, but at least you should lessen Yan Buxiu’s suffering. You’ve studied poisons for so many years, do you not have even this much skill?"

Elder Duxin, who had low cultivation and now appeared frail with his white hair, glanced coldly at the two of them and said, "I truly have no other methods. It’s time to say your goodbyes; he can last at most one more day."

One more day?

Upon hearing this, Yan Buxiu felt like crashing his head into a wall to end it all.

Tears filled Qingwu’s eyes as he said, "Elder Duxin, whatever you need, I’ll get it for you immediately, as long as you can save my brother!"

With that, he even knelt down!

Elder Duxin sneered, unconcerned. "If there was a way, would I still be hiding it?"

He turned his back and continued working on his poisons.

"Qingwu..." Yan Buxiu looked at his brother, deeply moved. "You are now an Immortal World Venerable Master, how could you kneel before anyone?"

"I’ll kneel for ten or twenty days if I need to, as long as I can save you." Qingwu bit his lip and stood up. "I’ll go find Nanli. Even if I have to die, I’ll get the antidote from her!"

Yan Buxiu stopped him. "She is cruel and malicious. She poisoned me, forced us to swear, and wants to drive us to our deaths! Qingwu, if you go into the Human World at this moment, you’ll be playing into her hands! Who will take vengeance for me then?"

Qingwu hesitated, his body trembling. "But I... I can’t just watch you die like this..."

Yan Buxiu suddenly made a grave decision. "Qingwu, I have a technique that will transfer all my spiritual power to you. You don’t need to refine it, and it will immediately enhance your cultivation. I have only one request: you must grind Nanli to dust and avenge me!"

His Dantian was still untouched by the poison.

Qingwu quickly said, "It’s not too late yet, there’s no need to take such drastic measures. Brother, we’ve supported each other for over two thousand years. How can you give up now?"

Yan Buxiu’s heart wavered, but the poison was already attacking his core. The toxins were rapidly circulating in his body.

It was only a matter of time before it reached his Dantian.

With great difficulty, he looked at Qingwu, sweat pouring from his face and forehead. "I can’t take it anymore. Qingwu, if I stay any longer, I will just suffer more. After two thousand years of cultivation, you and I both know that I am beyond saving."

His lips were torn from biting them, blood pouring out. His hands were becoming even more terrifyingly disfigured, and his face was likely in the same state.

"My brother..." Qingwu said, "Lady Sima and the others are on their way back. Wait a little longer. It’s better for your spiritual power to go to her."

Hearing this, Yan Buxiu became even more certain of Qingwu’s noble character. Even after his death, Qingwu would take care of his family.

And killing Nanli was bound to bring about divine retribution; he couldn’t bear to let his family go to their deaths.

So, Qingwu was the best choice!

"Qingwu, we’re at the last moment," Yan Buxiu grasped Qingwu’s hand. "My spiritual power, I’ll give it all to you. I can’t wait any longer!"

They looked into each other’s eyes.

Qingwu’s eyes were red, filled with hesitation. After a moment, he nodded. "Okay."

Yan Buxiu sighed in relief.

But his hands were covered in poison, so he couldn’t transfer his power directly to Qingwu.

He had to climb out of the tub and, using his feet, channeled the spiritual energy to Qingwu.

This posture, this scene, even Elder Duxin couldn’t bear to watch and turned away.

Yan Buxiu occasionally had to endure the poisonous assault, so the transfer of spiritual power was intermittent.

It lasted for two or three hours.

Qingwu felt the spiritual power in his Dantian swell significantly.

Yan Buxiu’s cultivation was at the peak of Nascent Soul. Even if Qingwu couldn’t fully absorb it, five or six parts out of ten was enough to help him ascend to the Great Achievement stage!

Thunder rumbled overhead in Poisonous Valley.

Qingwu’s internal core strengthened again and he broke through to the Great Achievement stage once more.

But this time, it wasn’t the early stage. He had entered the mid-stage!

Such terrifying power!

Yan Buxiu had exhausted all his cultivation. His hair had turned white, and his appearance aged rapidly. His eyelids drooped, and he was left with only a breath.

He saw the energy radiating from Qingwu and was pleased, his voice trembling. "Good... So good..."

With Qingwu’s cultivation, Cinian would have no chance against him. Crushing Nanli would be nothing more than a single strike.

"My brother, thank you." Qingwu stood, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

Yan Buxiu felt the smile was strange, but he was already on the brink of death, too weak to think much more. His head slumped forward.

Because of the poison, Yan Buxiu’s soul was fading away.

Qingwu stood watching his brother’s body, his hands behind his back, a cold smile curling on his lips. "You died with a purpose. Go in peace."

Elder Duxin approached, casting several glances at Qingwu. "You call him your good brother, yet you poisoned him. He’s now dead, and his soul is gone. He will never know the truth."

Qingwu laughed coldly. "Sometimes it’s better to be clueless. The more you know, the more painful it is."

Elder Duxin instinctively took two steps back. "You don’t plan to silence me, do you?"

Qingwu smirked. "Of course not. You’ve served me loyally for many years, and you’re my most trusted subordinate. How could Yan Buxiu compare?"

Elder Duxin only smiled and said nothing.

After all this time, Qingwu had finally achieved his goal. His cultivation had risen again.

Qingwu walked outside.

The sky had already darkened.

He looked at the stormy clouds above and said, "I’ve returned to the Great Achievement stage! Siheng, I’ll repay you tenfold for how you treated me that day!"

Elder Duxin followed him out. "You still haven’t passed the Thunder Tribulation. Don’t speak too soon."

Qingwu was about to face two Thunder Tribulations at once, and the danger was unimaginable.

The dark clouds were nearly crushing the entire Poisonous Valley.

Elder Duxin was filled with dread, his scalp tingling.

This Thunder Tribulation was terrifying...

"Venerable Master, are you really sure about this?" Elder Duxin asked weakly.

"Heh, of course!" Qingwu pulled out the protective robe he had prepared earlier. "This robe will help me survive the Thunder Tribulation!"

Without absolute certainty, he wouldn’t have taken this path.

This robe was left behind by the old Venerable Master.

With it, he was sure to survive this ordeal!