Red Tears Hanging from Branches (4)

The moment Shen Yuxi sensed something wrong within his body, he made a snap decision. Enduring the spreading heat with all his might, he circulated his cultivation method to temporarily suppress the drug's effects.

He was no fool. The tampering with the incense could not possibly have been Hua Wuyi's handiwork. For someone to act so brazenly within the Hehuan Sect, there had to be an insider stirring trouble in the shadows.

He was unfamiliar with the place and had been harmed in secret, so everyone immediately seemed suspicious, and no one could be trusted. He had to report this directly to the top. Only by bringing the matter before the Hehuan Sect's core figures could he possibly drag out the mastermind hiding in the dark.

All the tedious formalities and sect etiquette were cast beyond the nine skies. Just forcing himself to remain rational had already drained every ounce of his strength; he had no spare attention for such trivial details.

With his mind made up, he hesitated no longer. He leaped onto his treasured sword, activated his spiritual power, and rode it straight toward the main hall.

Among sects, there was an unwritten consensus: sword flight was strictly forbidden within a sect's mountain gate. Especially for visiting guests, disregarding another sect's rules was no different from a direct provocation—a grievous breach of etiquette.

But Shen Yuxi could no longer care about any of that. Seeing this, the Hehuan Sect disciples naturally could not simply stand by. The instant they noticed something was wrong, they swiftly gathered from all directions and moved to stop him.

However, Shen Yuxi had come to the Hehuan Sect as an honored guest. Before the sect master had spoken, no matter how anxious the disciples were, they did not dare truly use heavy-handed measures