novelraw Chapter 992: What Does 992 Want to Take From Her
Chapter 992: What Does 992 Want to Take From Her
"Forced by desperation, you finally resorted to ancestral dark arts. I believe it’s because you discovered his identity and didn’t regard us servants at all, assuming we couldn’t possibly know the secrets of the Guiyu Clan, prompting you to take the gamble.But as for Uncle Yun, they absolutely wouldn’t dare to be careless. They would kill Uncle Yun wholeheartedly to eliminate future troubles. If the adversary were anyone else, Uncle Yun might still have a chance to escape, but facing the Guiyu Clan, the chances are slim.
Even if you immediately return to the Capital and report this matter to Family Head Mu, what difference does knowing the Guiyu Clan’s hidden location make? The longer you delay, the worse the situation becomes for Uncle Yun." Ye Lanfeng spoke quickly.
"What should we do then?" Han Yan asked anxiously.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt Ye Lanfeng’s words made sense, but she couldn’t just do nothing and worry herself here. Han Yan recalled her Star Divination Technique, but time was pressing, and based on the last time she used the Mysterious Star Plate, the treasure was often unreliable—most of the time it was a gamble. Considering Uncle Yun’s life and death, she really didn’t want to rely purely on luck.
"I can find that place." At this moment, a weak voice of a woman came from the doorway.
Han Yan turned her head in surprise and saw Yu Qingwan’s helpless figure leaning against the door, gently gazing at Zirong.
"Qing Wan, you’re awake!" Zirong shouted joyfully, opened her arms, and rushed forward in a few steps.
But just as she embraced Yu Qingwan, she saw her legs suddenly give way and she fell to the ground, fainting once more.
"Qing Wan, what’s wrong with you? Wake up, wake up." Zirong’s face lost all traces of joy, anxiously calling out, but Yu Qingwan, with tightly closed eyes, showed no response.
"Doctor, please save her." Zirong pleaded, almost in tears, shouting to the doctor.
"I...I don’t know how to save her either." The doctor checked Yu Qingwan’s pulse and responded troubled.
He had just concentrated on watching Han Yan and that middle-aged man fight, focusing intently, thrilled by the spectacle of the Divine Sword emerging, completely unaware of when Yu Qingwan woke up or came to his side.
He thought that since she woke up on her own, she should be alright, but the pulse told him she was still the same as before.
"Doctor, please think of something, you must wake her up; no matter the cost." Han Yan urgently grabbed the doctor’s arm and pleaded.
Suddenly hearing Yu Qingwan say she knew the hiding place of the Guiyu Clan, Han Yan was overjoyed, but didn’t expect her to faint again after just one sentence.
"I truly can’t help, Young Master Mu. If I had a solution, I wouldn’t have left it to this point." The doctor looked fearfully at Han Yan and admitted stammeringly.
He hadn’t realized Han Yan’s identity earlier, allowing him to put on airs as the famous doctor of the Capital, but now knowing he was facing the first playboy renowned in the Capital, he dared not pretend any further, hoping to show his sincerity and explain he wasn’t trying to extort money, but really had no way.
"Let me take a look." Ye Lanfeng said, stepping forward and gently placing three fingers on Yu Qingwan’s pulse.
Huayue and the others hadn’t heard that Ye Lanfeng knew medicine, but were aware that their Young Master’s close friend—well, rather knowing friend—was mysterious and elusive, not only boasting extraordinary cultivation but also broad knowledge. Even if he did know medicine, it was no surprise to them, so they held their breath, fearing disturbance.
"If I’m not mistaken, she’s been poisoned." After a long time, Ye Lanfeng retracted his fingers and said.
"Poisoned? Impossible, I possess ancestral medical skills and have practiced for decades, yet saw no sign of poisoning." The doctor replied disdainfully, casting a contemptuous glance at Ye Lanfeng.
He might fear Han Yan, but disregarded him as merely a servant.
Not only did he not believe, but even Han Yan and the others showed some doubt.
Yu Qingwan didn’t cultivate; a Guiyu Clan member could easily harm her without needing a cumbersome poisoning.
However, they understood Ye Lanfeng well enough to know he wouldn’t speak lightly without confidence.
"If it were an ordinary poison, you might see signs, but if the toxin doesn’t damage the flesh and instead erodes the meridians and energy sea, then signs might not appear." Ye Lanfeng asserted.
"Are you speaking of the Thousand Poison Corrosive Powder?" The doctor was first shocked, then shook his head, "How could that be? That powder is extremely difficult to concoct, and its formula nearly lost to history. Those knowing it can be counted on one hand. Its worth is immeasurable, far beyond ten thousand taels of gold, and even then it’s priceless. Even if someone possesses it, why waste it on her?"
His judgment wasn’t strange, considering it’s rare to obtain Thousand Poison Corrosive Powder. If acquired, it would seem wasteful to use it on an ordinary woman, despite Yu Qingwan’s mysterious inner force, simply viewing her as an ordinary person.
Historically, Thousand Poison Corrosive Gold Powder appeared only a few times, usually involving struggles for the throne or deadly battles among powerful families, not on common folk. Its application in ordinary situations seems irrational, frivolous.
Yet, upon hearing this, Han Yan felt a chill. If the Guiyu Clan was after the mysterious power within Yu Qingwan, then employing Thousand Poison Corrosive Powder wouldn’t be out of the question.
This doctor’s cultivation wasn’t high, thus his experience in the Cultivation Path was limited, but Han Yan had traveled across countries, meeting reclusive curious individuals, learning rare secrets.
Rumor has it not only Exotic Beasts awaken innate superpowers, but some uniquely gifted humans may, under certain conditions, also awake ancestral abilities inscribed in their bloodline, like Spirit Summoning Beast Language.
Some cultivators find themselves unable to surpass bottlenecks, with no breakthrough in sight, hence targeting innate divine abilities.
Since divine abilities depend on innate gifts rather than cultivation, transferring them wouldn’t lead to conflicts like Qi does.
Of course, extracting these abilities and refining them into oneself is no easy task, bloodlines differ after all.
To achieve this, those with high power yet crooked hearts devised various evil spells, most abandoned over time, but some persisted in secret.