bayedsolid Chapter 478 Tell me! Was it the Palace Master who gave you the poison? You old dog, how dare you har
Chapter 478 Tell me! Was it the Palace Master who gave you the poison? You old dog, how dare you har
Dreamland.
Shadow Academy.
Baiwei Pavilion.
Inside the private room, Chu Feng and Manzhu sat facing each other.
outside the window.
The crimson sea of clouds churns and surges, a characteristic feature of the Dream Spirit Continent.
The demonic cultivator market was bustling with people.
However, the room was filled with the rich aroma of beef hot pot.
The red oil broth simmers with the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and star anise.
Thinly sliced beef curls instantly in the boiling water, releasing an enticing aroma.
On the sandalwood round table, a wine pot leans against the wall, and slices of tender beef tripe, handmade shrimp paste, beef balls, and century-old lingzhi mushrooms are neatly arranged.
There was also a glass of chilled grape wine on the side!
The deep red liquid rippled in the glass, reflecting the candlelight like blood.
Manzhu was wearing a light purple gauze dress!
Her slender fingers held the wooden chopsticks, picked up a slice of beef, lightly dipped it in sesame sauce, and her eyes were full of tenderness.
Chu Feng was dressed in a black, low-cut, close-fitting outfit, with a sword at his waist that gleamed coldly.
At this moment, however, he leaned lazily against the sandalwood chair, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the bustling crowd downstairs.
The bustling atmosphere of the market is overwhelming, like a vibrant and colorful painting unfolding before your eyes.
Stalls line both sides of the long street.
On the left is a shop selling Buddhist artifacts.
Runes flowed across the bronze compass!
The demon-revealing mirror refracted a seven-colored halo, attracting black-robed cultivators to bid against it.
The right side was filled with medicinal herbs and elixirs.
The thousand-year-old snow lotus shimmered with a deep blue hue!
The Crimson Flame Fruit emits a sweet and cloying aroma.
The cries of hawkers came one after another.
"A superior-grade Soul-Capturing Banner, starting at three spirit stones!"
"A century-old ambergris incense will guarantee you master alchemy!"
The sounds were mingled with the laughter of children chasing deer and the resounding rhythm of an old man striking a gong in the corner.
At the most lively spot, a group of demonic cultivators surrounded the caged monster.
The snow fox, entirely silver-white, was howling and struggling, its tail tip shimmering with each breath, causing a scramble among the crowd.
Chu Feng looked at the birds returning to their nests in the sky and whispered:
"Yet, the warmth and comfort of everyday life are precisely what soothe demons and cultivate the mind!"
Upon hearing this, Manzhu chuckled softly and pushed a plate of sliced beef in front of Chu Feng.
She took a small sip of wine, her lips slightly parted:
"Chu Lang, now that we've finished eating, let's go back to see the Palace Master!"
"Why don't you ask her to marry me?"
Her voice rose slightly at the end, as if she were testing the waters or being coquettish.
Chu Feng withdrew his gaze and picked up his wine glass.
The deep red liquid swirls in the glass.
He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, but there was a hint of bitterness in his throat as he swallowed.
As he put down his wine glass, a shadow crossed his brow.
"She won't agree to that."
“Manzhu, the Palace Mistress only has my head in her eyes. She only wants to tear me to pieces with her own hands.”
Upon hearing this, Manzhu gave a soft snort, leaned forward, and lightly tapped Chu Feng's hand with her fingertips, playfully scolding him:
"Hmm~"
"Just kneel down and beg her, make your stance clear..."
Her eyes were sparkling, with a hint of spoiled arrogance.
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes:
"How can I show it? Do you want me to swear a blood oath, to never leave you?"
Manzhu raised her head high, her voice suddenly rising:
"He only loves me and only wants to be with me! Everyone else is just a passing cloud."
Chu Feng gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more, simply raising his wine glass and gazing downstairs.
He suddenly frowned:
"I don't quite like this wine..."
Before he finished speaking, his nostrils twitched slightly, and he suddenly took a deep breath.
A bloody smell entered my nostrils.
Long-awaited and deadly, that's the scent of phoenix blood!
In an instant!
Chu Feng's face turned ashen, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered crimson onto the wooden table.
Snapped!
The glass cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, shards flying everywhere!
Next breath...
He clutched his chest tightly with both hands, dark red sweat seeping through his fingers, his black clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Hmm~"
The excruciating pain felt like a thousand ants gnawing at my heart; my teeth were clenched, yet a muffled groan still escaped my lips; my heart was sending out a heartfelt greeting:
"Mu Qing... are you injured?"
Manzhu looked flustered upon seeing this.
"Chu Lang! What's wrong with you? Is the wine and food poisoned?"
Snapped! !
She slammed her hand on the table, causing a fine crack to appear in the sandalwood table, and her sharp shout shook the beams and pillars.
"Shopkeeper! Come here right now!!"
The sound pierced the silence like a sharp blade!
There weren't many diners in the attic to begin with.
At the dining table on the first floor, more than a dozen men and women fled in terror upon hearing the noise.
After a while.
The shopkeeper rushed over, his forehead beaded with sweat, and bowed deeply, his voice trembling as he said:
"Senior...Senior Sister, what has disturbed you?"
A cold glint flashed in Manzhu's eyes, and she slapped him on the head with her backhand.
Snapped! !
The shopkeeper was beaten so badly that he fell to the ground.
"Humph!"
Manzhu snorted coldly.
He stepped on the shopkeeper's back.
"This food and wine are poisoned!"
"Tell me, what poison did you use?"
The shopkeeper struggled to look up and glance at Chu Feng.
Seeing Chu Feng leaning back in his chair, his left hand covering his chest and his right hand rubbing his head.
With blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, he sensed something was terribly wrong and repeatedly kowtowed:
"Senior Sister, you are wise! How could I dare to poison you?"
"Ah!"
Manzhu sneered, increased the pressure with her toes, and the shopkeeper's spine made a cracking sound.
"Speak! Did the Palace Master give you the poison? You old dog, how dare you harm my Chu Lang!"
The shopkeeper tried to get up by bracing himself with his arms, but it was as if he were stuck in mud.
"I'm innocent... I really didn't poison you..."
Manzhu's eyes flashed with even more ferocity. With a flick of her wrist, a blood-red spider lily appeared out of thin air, its petals glowing red.
She released her foot, squatted down, and stuffed the flower into the shopkeeper's mouth:
"Hmph! Poison them!"
The red spider lily is extremely poisonous; if ingested, it causes ants to crawl on the skin and a knife-like sensation in the abdomen. Although not fatal, it is worse than death.
The shopkeeper's throat bobbed as the poisonous flower entered his stomach, causing him to convulse and curl up like a shrimp.
Chu Feng straightened up at this moment, a wicked smile on his face:
"Manzhu, stop playing around."
"The food and wine weren't poisonous... I'm the one who got poisoned by you."
Upon hearing this, Manzhu felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly stood up, took his arm, placed her palm on his chest, and her eyes were filled with tears.
"Chu Lang, you've suffered so much... The way you were in pain just now must have torn my heart out!"
Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if trying to smooth the furrows between his brows.
Chu Feng's gaze swept over the shopkeeper who was rolling on the ground.
With a slight lift of his right hand, an invisible force lifted the shopkeeper's body.
Manzhu was all smiles when Chu Feng slapped the shopkeeper on the back.
"puff!"
The shopkeeper spat out a mouthful of black blood, which mixed with the petals of the other shore flower and fell to the ground. His curled-up body gradually stretched out.
Manzhu's eyebrows stood on end:
"Why did you save him? That old bastard deserves to die!"
Chu Feng did not answer, but bent down and steadily supported the shopkeeper's shoulders.
The shopkeeper raised his head!
His eyes were darting around like a startled rabbit, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he struggled desperately but couldn't budge Chu Feng's iron grip.
"Lord Chu..."
Chu Feng lowered his eyes and stared at him, his voice as cold as a spring:
"You owe me a life."
"From now on, you will belong to me, Chu Feng."
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the remaining poison in the shopkeeper's body was drawn to his palm and expelled.
"I know you covet the Palace Master!"
“Every month, he would secretly slip the spirit stones he earned into a hidden compartment leading to her inner chamber.”
“But she only treats you like a dog. Some of my men saw her feed the century-old Ganoderma lucidum you gave her to a demon beast.”
Manzhu stared wide-eyed in surprise and asked:
"The Palace Master... seems to have never had a man by her side?"
"Could it be that she doesn't like men, but likes me instead?"
Chu Feng chuckled lightly, his tone as indifferent as if discussing everyday matters:
"As the palace master, she naturally has people who try to curry favor with her in private."
Chu Feng grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar and yanked him hard.
Stab it!
The coarse cloth clothes tore open with a snap.
The shopkeeper was deathly pale and trembling all over, but he couldn't utter a single word of explanation.
Chu Feng pointed to the shopkeeper's bare back.
“Look at this shopkeeper. He has ‘Shadow Servant’ engraved on his back, but a feather dropped by the palace master is hidden in his heart.”
He turned to Manzhu, his voice softening:
"Sit down, standing is tiring."
Manzhu sat down as instructed, but her gaze fell on the shopkeeper's back.
There were four crooked black characters carved there.
It looked as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron bar; the skin and flesh were rolled up, exuding a sinister chill.
Manzhu's heart was filled with turmoil.
How could the Palace Master be so cruel?
Manzhu shifted her gaze to Chu Feng's face, and a lump formed in her throat.
Thinking secretly:
Fellow Daoist, will you be cruel to me in the future?
Chu Feng then lifted the shopkeeper's inner garment, revealing a jet-black, shiny feather that floated lightly against his chest.
Chu Feng sneered:
"Ah!"
"Shopkeeper, you truly have a deep and abiding love for the Palace Master!"
The voice just fell.
The feather slipped out of the tear and swirled to the ground.
Chu Feng bent down to pick up the feather, his eyes sharp as knives.