"No!"
Seeing this, the elderly attendant reached out through the air, and a gentle force separated Su Qingshan's palm from the inner wall of the bottle's mouth.
He moved extremely quickly, acting almost the instant Su Qingshan coughed up blood, without the slightest hesitation.
Su Qingshan staggered back two steps, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Clan leader, Chen Shan set you up!"
The elderly attendant spoke furiously, glaring fiercely at Chen Changming.
Chen Shan had stepped aside to deliberately lure Su Qingshan into a trap.
"No."
Su Qingshan first shook his head, then began laughing to himself, his laughter carrying a measure of bitterness and a measure of relief. "So that's how it is... I understand now..."
"Clan leader, what do you understand?"
Chen Changming asked from beside him, his gaze fixed firmly on Su Qingshan.
"Our Su Clan ancestor's injuries came from this black bottle. He wasn't injured while exploring the ancient ruins..."
Su Qingshan murmured to himself, his eyes brightening at that moment.
He finally understood.
Why the ancestor had contracted that strange affliction, why his cultivation kept draining away, and why he so desperately needed the Azure Spirit Body-Healing Art at the peak realm.
It had never been an accident in the ruins. The ancestor had suffered a backlash while trying to claim this black bottle.
The power of death had eroded his body, continually draining his vitality and reducing his cultivation.
The Su Clan ancestor had concealed far too many secrets from him. Now, after risking himself and touching the black bottle's inner wall with his fingers, he finally understood many things.
The ancestor's ambitions, his schemes, his failure-everything pointed to this enormous black bottle.
Su Qingshan raised his head and looked at the enormous