Qian Ling'er's Misfortune and the Divine Doctor's Rescue

In the side hall, the smoke of dragon's breath incense curled through the air.

Dugu Bo's emerald-green eyes locked onto Lin Chen's sleeve, his tone carrying an almost absurd urgency.

"You brat... you really have a way? This old man's poison—I myself have no solution for it. What makes you bold enough to say that?"

Lin Chen unhurriedly pried his hand away.

He grinned at Dugu Bo, his expression calm: "Old Poison, since I dared to say it, naturally I have considerable confidence."

"It's not that I have a way, but a senior pointed me in the right direction."

"A senior?"

Dugu Bo's mind flashed like lightning to the black dragon claw that tore through space in the Star Dou Great Forest, and his breath caught instantly.

He guessed it—

Could the senior Lin Chen spoke of be Di Tian, the one who made a move that day?!

If it was that kind of terrifying existence...

Perhaps it really was believable!

"Could it be... that existence who saved you that day?"

Lin Chen neither confirmed nor denied, only smiled enigmatically.

In truth, this was merely a convenient excuse he'd made up on the spot.

Just to convince Dugu Bo to trust him.

He meant no harm—

But he needed Dugu Bo, this Titled Douluo, to believe him, so he could legitimately enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

There—

Lay the greatest opportunity!

"That senior once said the poison in your body isn't incurable—it just needs some herbal assistance."

Lin Chen pointed toward the Sunset Forest, lowering his voice.

"You've guarded that medicinal field in the Sunset Forest for so many years—haven't you noticed all the rare flowers and herbs growing there? That is your only path to survival."

Boom!

Dugu Bo felt as if struck by lightning.

He recalled the strange spring at the center of his medicinal field, where ice and fire mingled—a place even he dared not tread lightly—

The rare herbs growing there, whose uses he had never understood, were now laid bare by Lin Chen's words.

How could he not understand now?

"So that's it—those herbs... can actually cure my poison!"

Dugu Bo slapped his thigh hard.

"Once this damned court banquet is over, I'll take you to the Sunset Forest immediately!"

"Lin Chen, you'd better not let me down!"

Just as Dugu Bo was swept up in wild joy, Lin Chen's consciousness quietly sank into his mind.

Since he was already in the palace, there was nothing else to do.

The banquet atmosphere outside was stifling and oppressive, but he might as well continue today's diary—

[Diary entry number seven...]

[Tsk tsk, you two really went all out this morning, Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran. Since that's the case, I'll keep my promise.]

[The diary won't stop updating!]

Upon reading these words, Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran wanted to cry but had no tears.

They had made such a huge sacrifice—

Just to get that promise!!

[Zhu Zhuqing is usually so cold, but the contrast when she wears white stockings... is unexpectedly something. Meng Yiran is as spirited as ever.]

[Qian Renxue, oh Qian Renxue—that expression of yours, wanting to wear them but not daring to, yet forcing calm—I feel tired just watching you.]

[Next time you come see me, I suggest you change back into women's clothes, put on those lace-trimmed white stockings, and we'll have a proper chat about the details of the Angel God Exam.]

At that moment, Qian Renxue froze.

Angel God Exam?

What the hell?

A clue!

"This Lin Chen guy..."

Zhu Zhuqing, sitting at a nearby seat, had been sampling the court pastries. When she heard the diary update echo in her mind, her movements instantly stiffened.

Mi Ruoxi's proud, delicate face flushed all the way to the roots of her ears.

"You bastard... how dare you speak to me like that in the diary! You—"

"I did it on purpose!"

Mi Ruoxi was even more furious, her beautiful eyes glaring viciously at Lin Chen.

If it weren't for the diary that foretold her death, she, the dignified eldest young lady of the Seven-Colored Glazed Sect, would never have stooped to wearing plain white silk to preserve her modesty.

Lin Chen smiled faintly, utterly unconcerned.

Zhu Yanqing's hand, holding the wine glass, trembled violently.

"You want me to wear white silk?"

Qian Ling'er was screaming inside her heart.

"Lin Chen, you'd better pray you never fall into my hands!"

"I, Qian Ling'er, would rather swallow my tongue and jump off a cliff than wear white silk for you!"

Lin Chen closed his eyes as if resting.

In reality, he continued reading the diary within the sea of his spirit.

Yet the content that followed made all the arrogance and anger vanish in an instant, replaced by bone-piercing cold—

[Diary returns. Mi Ruoxi clearly saw through the diary and knew that Zhu Yanqing was Qian Ling'er, but she didn't dare say a single word to This Seat.]

[Choosing silence is wise. After all, the current This Seat simply cannot believe that the perfect disciple he painstakingly taught for ten years is a hidden spy. If the cards were revealed early, the outcome would only be the slaughter of both sides.]

[If the future course is not changed, the Seven-Colored Glazed Sect's fate will be utterly tragic... The renowned Azure Cloud Sect suddenly attacks, Dou Luo's arm is severed, over half the sect's disciples die, and the sect falls overnight...]

[I just don't know how Mi Ruoxi will choose this time...]

"Clatter..."

The ink heart in Mi Ruoxi's hand fell to the ground.

She subconsciously hurried to pick it up, trying hard not to let others notice anything unusual.

"Ruoxi, are you alright?" Zhu Yanqing asked with concern.

"I... I'm fine."

She trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

Her face paled in an instant, as white as paper.

"Sect... Sect Master..."

"Father's arm will be severed, and the sect's disciples will be nearly wiped out."

Every single word was like a sharp blade soaked in poison, shattering her beautiful visions of the future to pieces.

She seemed to see that scene—

The ruined sect, the fallen disciples, Dou Luo's severed arm...

"No... this isn't real..."

Mi Ruoxi trembled as she raised her head, her gaze shifting toward the high seat.

This Seat was smiling gently at Zhu Yanqing.

This scene, which was usually warm to Mi Ruoxi, now felt chillingly terrifying, drowning her like a flood.

She lifted her head again, looking at that figure who was warmly chatting and laughing with Zhu Yanqing—

Lin Chen, who seemed to control all the cause and effect in the world.

Lin Chen had clearly not looked at her, but Mi Ruoxi knew that the words he had just spoken were meant solely for her ears.

"He... is warning me!"

Mi Ruoxi's eyes reddened, tears swirling but not daring to fall.

There was no longer any foolishness in her gaze.

Only a humble, desperate plea remained.

"Lin Chen... spare me."

"As long as you can save the Seven-Colored Glazed Sect, as long as you can save my father and the others, no matter what you want me to do... I am willing."

She looked at Lin Chen, the complexity and dependence in those eyes so intense that even Zhu Yanqing, sitting nearby, felt an inexplicable shock.

"Ruoxi... are you okay?"

Zhu Yanqing didn't know how to comfort Mi Ruoxi.

The future events had clearly not yet happened, but at this moment, seeing—

It was truly shocking.