Bestow Death Upon You

Shadows of flowers and trees overlapped, lantern flames swayed, and with the help of Sun Household servants, Li Qingyun swiftly began decocting the medicine.

He knew Cheng Tangyin was having a hard time now.

She likely wanted both to stabilize Young Master Sun's life and avoid offending the "Immortal Lord" lurking in the shadows, while also taking the opportunity to pocket a thing or two—using the acupuncture treatment to obtain one or two drops of Black Heart Blood.

Cheng Tangyin had called Li Qingyun out to decoct the medicine, likely out of caution as well, fearing he might notice something when she took the Black Heart Blood.

After all, Li Qingyun was an alchemist. When Elder Cheng had interviewed him, he had even mentioned privately refining spirit medicine before.

With fierce fire and fierce boiling, this dose of Heart Strengthening Soup was soon ready.

When Li Qingyun carried the steaming medicinal broth inside, Cheng Tangyin had just finished withdrawing the needles.

Under the anxious gazes of the Sun Household, Cheng Tangyin gently patted the boy's chest three more times, her movements carrying an unusual rhythm and varying degrees of force.

"Wah..."

The unconscious Young Master Sun suddenly opened his mouth and vomited, spewing a great quantity of thick black vomit. The room was instantly flooded with a fishy stench that made one retch.

"It's done!"

Cheng Tangyin lightly stepped aside, wiped the sweat from her jade-like forehead, and forced a relieved smile.

After Young Master Sun spat out three mouthfuls of black fluid, he woke crying loudly and shouted, "Father, Mother, an immortal said in my dream that he wanted to take me away, to cultivate immortality with him! I didn't want to go, but he kept pulling me along, walking and walking..."

"My son!" Madam Sun wept with joy.