Exposed!

Mr. Yao was an Eight-Star Dou Practitioner, and the Myriad Medicine Pavilion was his life's work—more important to him than his own life. Did this kid have a death wish?

Mr. Yao's expression gradually turned cold. "Brother Ning Luo, what do you mean by this?"

"Isn't my meaning clear enough? Besides Xiao Yi Xian, I also want your Myriad Medicine Pavilion!" Ning Luo repeated.

At that moment, Xiao Yi Xian's eyes lit up.

It seemed she had misunderstood Ning Luo before.

He truly was different from the rest. She gazed expectantly at Ning Luo's face, and his confident smile became deeply etched in her heart.

Mr. Yao's face turned livid. Looking at Ning Luo, his tone became sinister as he said coldly, "Ning Luo, I believe you are a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect, so I've shown you some respect.

"But don't push your luck. The Myriad Medicine Pavilion is my life's work. If you want to take it, you're taking my life."

"Don't blame me for not warning you. If you force my hand, then even if you are a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect, you won't leave Qingshan Town alive today!"

Mr. Yao's aura immediately gathered.

The Myriad Medicine Pavilion was his life's work. If Ning Luo took it, it would be no different from taking his life.

How could he possibly give it up?

At this point, even if he feared the Misty Cloud Sect and Ning Luo's identity, Ning Luo was demanding his life. How could he not fight desperately?

He had already given Xiao Yi Xian to Ning Luo, yet Ning Luo still did not know when to stop.

"Oh, really?" Ning Luo immediately smiled.

He stepped forward, coming before the villagers. Looking at the several thousand of them, he said, "I want to tell you a secret."

"Do you know why you contracted this plague?" Ning Luo asked the villagers.

The moment those words were spoken, Mr. Yao was greatly alarmed.

"Ning Luo, what are you trying to do?" Mr. Yao immediately demanded.

The villagers held their breath, waiting for Ning Luo to continue.

With a smile on his face, Ning Luo ignored Mr. Yao and went on, "This plague appeared without warning. There was no source of infection, so how could you have contracted a plague? What you have is not a plague at all—it is poisoning!"

Poisoned?

The moment those words came out, every villager stared at Ning Luo on the platform in utter shock.

Poisoned?

How could they have been poisoned? Who had poisoned them? What poison was it?

"Ning Luo!"

Mr. Yao shouted sharply.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yao's face had already turned livid. He understood now—Ning Luo wanted to ruin his plan.

No one could ruin his plan. Not even a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect! Ning Luo looked at Mr. Yao and smiled. "What's wrong? Feeling guilty?"

"But I said it already. I want both Xiao Yi Xian and your Myriad Medicine Pavilion!"

Ning Luo continued to the villagers, "The poison you have been afflicted with is called Plague Poison. It only takes Qingfeng Powder to cure it, and Qingfeng Powder is incredibly cheap. The materials for a single bottle cost less than one gold coin. As for who poisoned you, I'm afraid you already know without me saying it!"

The crowd instantly erupted.

Who had poisoned them?

Whoever benefited the most was the one who had done it. Ning Luo had made it so obvious—how could they not understand?

They had already harbored resentment toward Mr. Yao. After hearing Ning Luo's words, they naturally believed him completely.

"Mr. Yao, so it was you! You despicable profiteer, you deserve to die!"

"Mr. Yao, how did the people of Qingshan Town ever wrong you? How could you poison us?"

"You'll get what's coming to you! Heaven will strike you down!"

The villagers all turned into foul-mouthed trolls, relentlessly cursing Mr. Yao's ancestors for eighteen generations! Mr. Yao's face darkened so much it seemed water could be squeezed from it. His expression became incomparably sinister, and he ground his teeth until they creaked.

At that moment, rage filled his heart.

That brat Ning Luo had ruined his plan. So what if he was a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect?

Anyone who dared ruin his plan had to die! "Ning Luo!" Mr. Yao shouted furiously, his face dark.

"What good does exposing me do you? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you? You may be a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect, but plenty of its disciples have been eaten by magical beasts, haven't they?

"After I kill you, I'll throw your body to the magical beasts. Do you think the Misty Cloud Sect will be able to find out it was me?"

"I've shown you respect. Don't push your luck!" Mr. Yao shouted sharply.

The corners of Ning Luo's lips curled up as he smiled lightly. "Kill me? If you can do it, then come."

At that moment, Mr. Yao turned around and stared coldly at the villagers. "That's right, I did it. So what?"

"You only have two choices now. Either pay up, and I'll give you Qingfeng Powder, or be poisoned to death by my poison!" Mr. Yao said coldly.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

That was right. Even if they knew Mr. Yao was behind it, what could they do? The antidote was in Mr. Yao's hands. If they did not pay, death was still their only path.

Just then, a faint, mocking laugh drifted from the platform. "Heh, heh, heh... Qingfeng Powder? Isn't that something I can make from the leftover dregs of my usual pill refining?"