Chapter 2598 - 2596: Murderous Villain

Chapter 2598: Chapter 2596: Murderous Villain

An Daoquan was left dumbfounded, not expecting that after having just slain the malicious monk, yet another enemy Daoist would appear.

He quickly stepped in to mediate, "Daoist Master, Wu Erlang is a renowned hero at Yang Valley Pass. If you strike him down with your sword, the world would be short one good man."

Wu Song, however, stood tall and said, "If the Daoist wishes to kill, feel free to act. My life, which you saved, can simply be returned."

Wuu Yong watched and sighed, "Truly a man of honor, a tiger-slaying hero, living up to the name."

He mimicked the form of a knife in his hand and motioned downward on Wu Song’s body.

Wu Song was baffled, "Is that it?"

Wuu Yong laughed heartily, "Of course it’s done. Should I truly give you a cut?"

He picked up his signature plaque, laughing as he turned around, "The karma is settled, and this humble Daoist shall now roam the world."

Wu Song and An Daoquan let out a sigh of relief and hurried over to stop him, "Daoist Master, please don’t rush. Wu Erlang still has a request!"

Wuu Yong raised his brow, "What is it?"

Wu Erlang quickly recounted the events at Yang Valley Pass and the matter of the malicious monk from beginning to end.

Wuu Yong furrowed his brows tightly as he listened, "In broad daylight, with the shining heavens, there’s truly a villain causing trouble at Yang Valley Pass!"

Wu Erlang said, "I suspected the same. Previously, I thought this plague seemed rather mysterious. No other place has it, only Yang Valley Pass. Now that this malicious monk has appeared, I’m certain someone malevolent is orchestrating everything behind the scenes at Yang Valley Pass."

He admitted with some embarrassment, "Daoist Master, you saw it too. Both An the Divine Doctor and I are lacking in skill, unable to contend with these villains. Would it not be better for you to come with us, defeat these evildoers, and then continue on your way?"

An Daoquan joined in the plea, "Daoist Master, practitioners of cultivation and we who practice medicine are the same. You cannot simply watch and do nothing!"

Wuu Yong stroked his beard and agreed, "In that case, this humble Daoist shall accompany you."

Wu Song and An Daoquan immediately rejoiced, clasping their fists in gratitude. With the Daoist’s assistance, their hearts were even more settled.

As they left, they passed by the string of skull Buddha beads that Wuu Yong had picked up earlier.

Wuu Yong picked up the item, scrutinized it, and handed it to Wu Song, "Brother Wu Erlang, I perceive that the aura on these bones shares some resemblance to your own. Keep this item; it may be useful in the future!"

Wu Song rubbed his head, "Does my aura match that of such an evil object?"

Wuu Yong laughed, "There is no such thing as true evil. In the hands of the wicked, it is a tool of malevolence; in the hands of the righteous, it is a weapon of justice."

An Daoquan applauded, "Well said. Objects in this world are inherently lifeless; they do not inherently contain good or evil."

He also urged Wu Song to keep it.

Wu Song had no choice, thanked them with clasped fists, and took the item, along with Daoist Kusanagi’s Water-Milled Zen Staff.

He had nothing suitable as a magical weapon in his hands, and this Water-Milled Zen Staff was of extraordinary quality, making it a good magical tool.

The three of them journeyed together, but without horses to chart their path, and with An Daoquan unable to bear the jostle.

By the time they arrived at Yang Valley Pass, the sky had already brightened.

At the Wu residence, Pan Jinlian, as usual, happily donned her cloak and went to Rejuvenation Hall to get medicine.

This was the tenth dosage. Now, taking it would bring her husband’s illness to an end.

Upon arrival, the youth was as usual, brewing floral tea peacefully in the garden.

The fragrance of the tea wafted out, and today it smelled exceptionally sweet.

Before the youth could speak, Pan Jinlian proactively lifted her teacup and took a sip, turning the rim toward the young man, "I toast you with tea instead of wine, to thank you for your life-saving grace. If you need help in the future, my husband and I will not decline."

The young man smiled at her, "Lady, aren’t you afraid this tea might be poisoned?"

Pan Jinlian replied, "You treat the people of Yang Valley Pass freely, so I trust you to be a good man."

The young man let out a relieved sigh, "It’s heartening that the lady thinks so. My busy efforts these past days weren’t in vain. Once General Wu’s condition improves completely, I will visit personally."

Pan Jinlian nodded and left with the medicinal herbs.

The young man fanned himself, shaking his head with a knowing smile, "This tea indeed contains love poison. Since the lady willingly drank it, she can’t blame me."

At the Wu family residence, as Pan Jinlian was bringing in the medicine, a maid rushed out, anxiously calling, "Madam, Second Young Master has returned with the Divine Doctor, and they are now in the room treating the master!"

"Really?"

Pan Jinlian was overjoyed and quickly followed the maid, clutching her cloak, barely having time to wash or dress up before entering her husband’s room.

Wu Song and a Daoist stood at the door, while another was seated at the bedside, diagnosing Wu Zhi’s pulse.

As Pan Jinlian entered, Wu Song quickly motioned for her to be quiet.

The three of them waited by the door for a moment until An Daoquan opened his eyes. Wu Song hurriedly asked, "Divine Doctor An, is there any issue with my brother’s illness?"

Pan Jinlian happily chimed in, "Erlang, don’t worry. Just lately, a Divine Doctor arrived at Yang Valley Pass, treating the townsfolk for free, and he’s also been treating your brother. See this herbal medicine? With just one last dose, your brother’s illness will be cured."

"Divine Doctor?"

For some unknown reason, Wu Song’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

An Daoquan immediately stood up, "Madam, may I examine this medicine?"

"Of course!"

Pan Jinlian handed over the herbs, glancing at her husband’s pale face, anxiously asked, "Doctor, is there a problem with my husband?"

An Daoquan opened the medicine package and carefully inspected each ingredient, his expression changing as he clapped his hands in anger, "Who could be so cruel-hearted as to give General Wu such poison!"

"What?"

Pan Jinlian and Wu Song were both shocked, immediately asking, "What does the Divine Doctor mean?"

Pan Jinlian exclaimed, "It can’t be poison. I had it specially examined, confirming they are all ordinary herbs!"

An Daoquan then spread the herbs out, introducing their properties and names, pounding his fist on the table in frustration, "Madam, you have been deceived. These herbs show no issue individually but are highly problematic for General Wu to consume. He has been suffering from a pestilence, with vital energies sinking and blocking his spleen and stomach. Yet these herbs are highly tonic, strong enough to solidify the foundation, but incapable of raising or dissipating the energies. It’s like a flood that accumulates more and more within the spleen and stomach. Although they provide temporary vitality, eventually, the unchecked energy could burst out, leading to dire consequences!"

Pan Jinlian felt dizzy and nearly collapsed.

Wu Song caught her and helped her to a chair, urgently asking, "Sister-in-law, who gave you this medicine?"

Pan Jinlian shook her head, "I only know he’s the young master of Rejuvenation Hall; I do not know his name!"

"Rejuvenation Hall!"

Wu Song’s eyes widened in fiery anger, "I knew someone in the city was causing trouble. I’m going to find him to settle this!"

Wuu Yong grabbed his arm, "Your brother has not yet fully recovered, and if you leave now, what if the villain comes to your residence?"

Wu Song halted, nodding repeatedly, urgently asking An Daoquan, "Divine Doctor, is there still hope for my brother?"

An Daoquan had already spread a package of silver needles on the table, "For anyone else, there might be no hope. But fortunately, you’ve encountered me; saving his life is not difficult!"

He sat down beside Wu Zhi, asking Wu Song to pull aside Wu Zhi’s robe, immediately applying acupuncture to circulate the energy.

Pan Jinlian hadn’t noticed, but Wu Zhi’s abdomen had already bloated hard with trapped air.

As An Daoquan inserted a needle, the sound of air escaping was immediately audible.

Amidst the ongoing medical treatment for Wu Zhi, night fell.

Outside, a chilling laughter suddenly echoed, "Ximen Qing, Ximen Qing, I told you your plans were flawed, didn’t I? Wu Song has indeed returned home, and none of your subordinates are any use!"