Dugu Wuqing at Death's Door

The northwest branch of the Azure Cloud Sect is separated by a vast, continuous mountain range, spanning tens of thousands of miles.

The area is characterized by towering peaks and ridges, resembling the earth's spine.

Countless towering peaks stand tall, shrouded in clouds and mist, creating a scene where fairyland and mortal world intertwine.

In this mysterious land, there lies the renowned and powerful sect, the Yixia Sect.

Lone Peak, a renowned mountain within the Yixia Sect, boasts a treacherous terrain and is imbued with Spiritual Qi.

The peak master's palace was shrouded in a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

On a carved bed, a middle-aged woman lay quietly; this woman was Dugu Wuqing, the master of Lone Peak.

At this moment, her face was ashen, as if she had been eroded by the yin Yin energy of the Jiu You hell. Strands of dark energy seeped out from the depths of her body, like countless monstrous snakes that would devour anyone, writhing and twisting in the air.

Her skin was rotting in many places, with pus constantly oozing out and emitting a nauseating stench.

The smell was so strong it was almost tangible, as if it would corrode the air in the palace.

Dugu Wuqing's eyes were tightly closed, his cracked lips trembled slightly, and each breath seemed to use all his strength, producing a rough and labored panting sound, like a bellows being pulled, as if it would stop at any moment.

That faint breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished.

Surrounding the bed were a dozen or so solemn-looking middle-aged and elderly men, all dressed in robes embroidered with exquisite Buddhist emblems. The hems of their robes fluttered in the wind, highlighting their extraordinary status.

These people are all core members of the sect's high-level leadership.

All eyes turned to Dugu Wuqing on the bed. His weathered face was filled with sorrow, his brows furrowed, and he shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Alas, Lone Peak Master Dugu, it seems we cannot escape this calamity!" Sect Master Yan Yixia, with her snow-white hair, broke the silence first, her words filled with sorrow and helplessness.

He stood tall and straight, and although his Sect Master's robe was still magnificent, it could not hide his loneliness at this moment.

In order to save Dugu Wuqing, he devoted himself to the cause, trying every possible method. He searched through all the ancient books and pharmacopoeias in the sect, visited famous doctors and sages in the surrounding area, and even used the sect's resources to collect countless rare medicinal stones.

But all these efforts were in vain, utterly useless against this strange and poisonous substance.

As the head of a sect, he could only watch helplessly as the highly respected elders of the sect were mercilessly tormented by illness.

That heart-wrenching feeling was like sharp claws scratching at his heart, and a deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, even quietly giving rise to an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Those around them also felt the same way, and sighs and groans rose and fell.

A woman dressed in palace attire frowned, her eyes filled with worry, and murmured softly, "Alas, I wonder where that girl Nalan Yan is now."

Have we reached Black Dragon Pool? And have we been able to obtain the medicine?

A faint glimmer of hope lingered in her eyes, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.

Nalan Yan was Dugu Wuqing's most outstanding Personal Disciple and also his last disciple.

This woman is intelligent, quick-witted, and resolute. When Dugu Wuqing was poisoned and everyone searched everywhere for a cure without success, they could only place their hopes on her, hoping that she could go to the mysterious Black Dragon Pool and find the legendary Spirit Fruit that might be able to cure the poison.

"If she can really get the medicine and come back in time, perhaps Senior Sister Dugu can still be saved." Beside the woman in palace attire, a beautiful and charming young woman chimed in, though her face was covered in tears and her words were full of guilt and self-blame.

"That's... difficult! Those damned Devil Race, those damned Ghost Sect, if it weren't for their secret collusion, taking us by surprise and ambushing us."

If Senior Sister Dugu hadn't been killed by that Demonkin while protecting me, she wouldn't have...

Recalling the brutal surprise attack that day, everyone's expression darkened.

At that time Ghost Sect with the Devil Race Clan, setting a treacherous trap, catching everyone off guard and plunging them into a fierce battle. To protect the sect, Dugu Wuqing stood alone in front, taking a blow from the Demonkin's palm.

No one could have predicted that the Demonkin had cultivated the extremely Corrupting Demon Art, causing Dugu Wuqing to be poisoned by this incurable Corrupting Demon Poison.

"Junior sister, don't say that. Under those circumstances, anyone with the ability would have stepped forward."

Besides, we are from the same school, how could we stand by and watch someone die?

Elder Dugu's actions were correct; she was simply unlucky and suffered a blow from that Demonkin.

A composed elder offered words of comfort, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Unexpectedly, that Demonkin cultivated the Corrupting Demon Art, and even caused Elder Dugu to be poisoned by the Corrupting Demon Poison. This poison is considered incurable; even top-tier pharmacists and alchemists are powerless against it!"

Unless Elder Dugu finds a legendary Immortal Grade to refine an immortal alchemy, he will face difficulties...

Having said that, the elder could no longer bear to speak and slowly closed his mouth. Everyone knew what those words meant, and for a moment the palace fell into a deathly silence.

"Of course, if Nalan Yan can obtain it, Elder Dugu may be able to escape this calamity, or even turn misfortune into blessing."

After a long silence, a middle-aged man added in a low voice, but his tone was full of uncertainty.

After all, Black Dragon Pool is no safe place. It is guarded by a fearsome level six Black Dragon whose combat power is beyond imagination. It is rumored that it even surpasses the Saint Realm Seventh Tier.

The Black Dragon's scales were as hard as black iron, and its breath could burn mountains and rivers. It possessed great supernatural powers and unpredictable methods. Even the Sect Master Yan Chixia might not be able to escape unscathed, let alone a young junior like Nalan Yan. This situation was truly more likely to be dangerous than hopeless.

Just as everyone was filled with grief and at a loss, suddenly, without warning, a slight tremor arose in the air, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

Immediately afterwards, a leg suddenly stepped out, followed by a figure that seemed to have crossed out from the other side of space, standing suspended in mid-air above the sect.

Everyone was taken aback and looked up.

The newcomer was dressed in a black sect disciple's robe, with a cold and stern face, and eyes that shone like stars, radiating a captivating light.

"Is this the Crimson Cloud Sect?"

Hua Qiang looked down at the huge square below, where a large number of disciples had gathered, and they all looked up at him like dazed geese.

He couldn't help but smile, then Wen Dao calmly.

With a whoosh, several figures leaped into the air and stood not far from Hua Qiang, their faces filled with vigilance.

"This is the Crimson Cloud Sect. May I ask who you are?"

Hua Qiang laughed and said, "I was entrusted by Nalan Yan to deliver medicine to his master Dugu Wuqing!"

What?

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia and the others were immediately shocked, but then their faces lit up with wild joy. They leaped up and appeared in front of Hua Qiang.

"Is what you say true, young friend?"

"Really!"

It's so amazing!

Everyone's faces lit up with joy, and just as they were about to ask a question, Hua Qiang raised his hand, and a streak of light flashed by, revealing a fruit that emitted a bluish-black light that floated before their eyes.

The fruit was surrounded by Spiritual Qi energy, as if it contained endless potential. Its light shone on everyone's faces, dispelling some of the gloom.

"Azure Heart Nether Lotus Fruit!"

"It really is the Azure Heart Nether Lotus Fruit! Elder Dugu is saved!" Yan Chixia exclaimed in surprise.