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"What are your terms?" Madam Hu asked anxiously, thinking to herself that she could agree to anything for her son's sake.

"I want him to become my disciple." The Poison Hand Medicine King pointed at Hu Fei, sighing inwardly. As he grew older, he feared that Ling Su alone would not be able to control that ungrateful disciple in the future.

Madam Hu and Song Qingshu exchanged a glance, secretly relieved. They hadn't expected such a simple condition. However, Hu Fei suddenly spoke up, "Before I take a master, there's something I need to clarify."

"What is it?" The Poison Hand Medicine King looked at him in surprise.

"Is the Black Fiend Cold Ice something that belongs to the Medicine King?" Hu Fei asked, word by word.

"That's right, it's something I refined in my early years. However, because it's too sinister, I've never used it," the Poison Hand Medicine King answered after some thought.

"Then why did my father die from the Black Fiend Cold Ice?" Hu Fei questioned furiously. Madam Hu's heart was filled with mixed emotions, thinking that if he were truly the murderer, wouldn't Fei'er's life be in danger...

The Poison Hand Medicine King showed a look of regret. "In my early years, I didn't consider character when choosing disciples, which resulted in all three of my previous disciples betraying the sect. The one just now was my eldest disciple—Murong Jingyue. I also gave him a portion of the Black Fiend Cold Ice back then."

"What?" Madam Hu's teeth clenched tightly upon hearing this. She thought that this cold case finally had a lead. "Fei'er, follow the Medicine King and learn his skills well. With your father's inherited martial arts, you won't have to fear anyone in the world. I'll go find Murong Jingyue to investigate the real killer, and we'll get revenge together later."

Hu Fei nodded vigorously. Song Qingshu, seeing that she looked ready to set off immediately, quickly said, "Sister-in-law, you've just recovered from serious injuries, and the opponent is highly skilled and adept at using poison. It would be good for me to accompany you for mutual support."

Lately, Madam Hu had felt somewhat uneasy around Song Qingshu, always feeling as if his gaze held other intentions. However, he had indeed helped her and her son a lot, and he was also Hu Fei's sworn brother, so she couldn't directly refuse. Suddenly, an idea struck her – a way to refuse his companionship without hurting his feelings.

"Senior Medicine King, my brother here was severely injured, to the point where his meridians were completely severed. He believes that only the Poison Hand Medicine King in the world can heal his body, which is why he traveled thousands of miles to find you. I hope you will lend him your assistance." Madam Hu bowed slightly, pushing Song Qingshu towards the Poison Hand Medicine King.

"Uh, the closed-door disciple who inherited the true teachings of the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal, Hu Qingniu, diagnosed me before, and he was also powerless. After much consideration, I believe only Senior Medicine King can possibly reconnect my meridians." Song Qingshu was filled with anxiety at this moment. If he were also powerless, he would likely be a cripple for life.

"I have always admired the medical skills of Sect Leader Zhang of the Ming Cult," the Poison Hand Medicine King said after checking his pulse and examining him all over, shaking his head slightly. "Young master's meridians are completely severed, and nothing can save him now."

Madam Hu's expression changed, and she looked at Song Qingshu with concern. To her surprise, Song Qingshu smiled calmly. "My previous anxieties stemmed from lingering hope. Since Senior Medicine King also says so, it seems I no longer need to worry. A true man walks between heaven and earth; what is life without martial arts?"

"You have a noble spirit, young master!" the Poison Hand Medicine King praised. "However, you don't need to despair. While reconnecting meridians through medical skills is impossible, have you considered cultivating divine techniques to heal yourself?"

Song Qingshu looked at him with confusion. "My meridians are completely severed. Even if the most top-tier divine manuals were placed before me, I couldn't cultivate them." He thought about the unparalleled martial arts he remembered in his mind, the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but with his meridians broken, he couldn't even begin to practice.

The Poison Hand Medicine King fell into thought and slowly said, "Although there are many martial arts in the world today, most are the practices of ordinary people. However, the Sunflower Manual from Blackwood Cliff, the Star Shifting from the Murong Family, and the White Head Profound Sutra from the South Sea, perhaps there are others I don't know about. Strictly speaking, these martial arts have transcended the realm of martial arts and are closer to the ancient cultivation methods. Perhaps you can find a way to heal your meridians among them."

"I've heard of these martial arts before, but I didn't know they possessed such divine power? May I ask how Senior knows..." Song Qingshu was subconsciously skeptical.

"I'm ashamed to say," the Poison Hand Medicine King said with a wry smile, "my ungrateful disciple Murong Jingyue is a collateral descendant of the Murong Family. Due to his illegitimate status, he was not qualified to cultivate Star Shifting. He schemed to steal various martial arts and coveted my 'Medicine King Divine Tome,' all with the ambition of one day taking over Yanziwu, controlling the Murong Family, and glimpsing the mysteries of Star Shifting. Years ago, he inadvertently complained to me that his ancestor, the Kunlun Sword Immortal Murong Ziying, could even move the stars with Star Shifting. But in Murong Fu's generation, he couldn't even defeat Qiao Feng, constantly cursing Murong Fu's poor aptitude."

"Oh~ Is it really that miraculous?" Song Qingshu's heart stirred.

The Poison Hand Medicine King said to Madam Hu, "Murong Jingyue is highly skilled in martial arts and his whereabouts are mysterious, so it may not be easy for you to find him. I suggest that Madam accompany Young Hero Song to Yanziwu in Gusu. Firstly, you can leverage the power of the Murong Family to clean house, and secondly, there might be an opportunity to heal Young Master Song's meridians."

Song Qingshu was so excited he wanted to kiss the Poison Hand Medicine King twice. He was truly a matchmaker reborn!

Madam Hu nodded after a moment of thought. "Alright, I'll go to Yanziwu with Uncle."

For the next few days, Madam Hu waited until Hu Fei's condition stabilized before preparing to depart. During this time, Hu Fei and Cheng Lingsu, those two children, were like a bickering couple. One called the other ugly, and the other called the first one stupid. Hu Fei couldn't help but beat the other up, only to cry out in pain after being poisoned by Cheng Lingsu's Crimson Scorpion Powder...

Madam Hu sat on a stool, watching them with a smile, her heart filled with warmth. Song Qingshu leaned over and teased, "Your gaze is like you're sizing up your daughter-in-law."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Madam Hu gave him a playful glare. The two were becoming more familiar with each other, their demeanor growing more natural.

"It seems you dislike the girl for being ugly," Song Qingshu chuckled.

"Pah!" Madam Hu spat lightly. "Ling Su isn't particularly good-looking, but she's full of spirit. Sometimes, when she smiles inadvertently, there's a hint of charm..." As she spoke, her face blushed, and she was unwilling to continue, but she seemed quite satisfied with this potential daughter-in-law.

The next day, the two bid farewell to Medicine King Manor. On the road, Song Qingshu remembered Hu Fei pulling him aside before they left, saying with a strange expression, "Brother Song, take good care of my mother, but no funny business." He couldn't help but burst into laughter.