"Can you really save her?" The Lu brothers and the others who knew Jia Baoyu's true nature burst into laughter.
Not only did they not believe him, even Xue Baochai hurriedly tugged at his sleeve. "Baoyu, don't fool around."
"I really can save her." Hearing the mocking laughter around him grow louder, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. The world was often like this: people readily believed lies, yet refused to believe the truth.
"Could it be that you cultivate some supremely hard, supremely yang inner energy?" Unlike the others, Yang Xiao was clearly more concerned about Huo Qingtong's safety. After all, she had been injured because of him. As long as there was a shred of hope, he did not want to give up.
"Not really." Song Qingshu considered that the inner energy of the Nine Yin Manual he cultivated leaned toward yin and softness, while the Divine Light Scripture was of a yang and vigorous nature. Yet in the end, they had all been harmonized with the inner energy of the Joyous Zen Art. Besides, if he revealed his inner energy now, would that not expose his identity?
"Tch!" This time, even the members of the Ming Cult booed in unison.
"If only the Cult Master were here. With his Nine Yang Divine Skill, how could this mere cold poison possibly stump him?" Yang Xiao could not help letting out a long sigh.
Song Qingshu said, "Rather than pin your hopes on Zhang Wuji, who knows where he is, you might as well believe me. I really can save her. If I fail, you can kill me to pay with my life."
"Baoyu, don't talk nonsense!" Xue Baochai immediately panicked. Even the Yellow-robed Woman felt that he was being far too rash. How could he make such a