This Fellow Daoist Looks Familiar

The azure light circled back and landed in his hand. Wu Xie himself seemed to turn into an unsheathed longsword.

Saber light and sword edge crossed. The two figures broke apart at a touch. Lu Ye drifted back dozens of zhang, blood scattering through the air. Amber stood majestically on his shoulder, their blood and qi intertwined.

On the other side, Wu Xie likewise drifted back dozens of zhang. His black robes were soon soaked and dyed red by seeping blood. He gave Lu Ye a deep look, as though he wished to etch Lu Ye's figure into the depths of his soul, then shot a vicious glare toward the Thatched Cottage in Medicine Valley and gritted out, "Bitch, well done!"

With that, he turned and left!

It would have been one thing if a Cloud River Tier Six this powerful had suddenly appeared, but the crucial matter was that he had no idea when he had been poisoned!

He had not noticed it at all before. Only after clashing with Lu Ye did he realize something was wrong with his body.

In all the world, who besides the Little Medical Immortal could poison him without his knowledge? He racked his brains, yet could not figure out when he had fallen for it.

Deeply alarmed by the Little Medical Immortal's terrifying methods, he was fortunate that this woman never killed. The poison she had given him was not the kind of lethal toxin that could take a life, or he would likely already be dead.

"H-He ran away?"

The cultivators below stared in dumbfounded disbelief, each of them feeling as though they were dreaming.

When Wu Xie had charged out of Medicine Valley, the cultivators who had come seeking treatment all thought disaster was upon them. They had dared to