第42章 唐三束手无策,马红俊崩溃!太监!

Xue Qinghe calmly took back his hand, sitting upright as before, as if nothing had happened.

Tang Shuo tucked the token into his bosom and cupped his fists once more.

"Many thanks, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

He knew that with this token, moving about in Heaven Dou City would be much more convenient.

He could also at any time directly converse with this "master" of the empire's future, and converse with Qian Renxue.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy's temporary quarters.

Ma Hongjun was trembling all over, scrambling and crawling as he rushed back.

His state at the moment was wretched to the extreme; his face was a patchwork of bruises, his clothes were tattered all over, and the corners of his mouth still hung with bloody froth and filth.

The moment he entered the courtyard, he bumped right into Dai Mubai, who was stepping out of a room.

Seeing Ma Hongjun in this wretched state, Dai Mubai was stunned at first, and then his expression sank.

Though the two of them had just traded heavy blows, they were, after all, brothers of many years.

"Fatty! What happened to you?"

He took a stride forward, caught the swaying Ma Hongjun, and hurriedly dragged him into the house.

"Who did this?"

Yet Ma Hongjun could not say a single word, only clutching his own arms and emitting wave after wave of muffled roars, his face distorted and deformed by extreme pain.

Only then did Dai Mubai notice that Ma Hongjun's bare arms and legs were covered with dense black threads.

These black lines twitched slowly under his skin like living creatures, and wherever they passed, the muscles turned an eerie black-purple color.

"He's poisoned!"

Dai Mubai's heart turned cold, and he immediately realized the severity of the situation.

Daring not delay, he roared toward the outside of the door.

"Little San! Come over here quickly! Fatty's in trouble!"

Before his voice had even faded, Tang San's figure had already flashed in.

When he saw Ma Hongjun's miserable state, his expression also shifted.

"Quick, lay him down!"

Tang San stepped forward at once, helped Ma Hongjun lie flat on the bed, and without a second word, pressed his fingers together like swords, swiftly jabbing several major acupuncture points on Ma Hongjun's chest to temporarily seal the rampaging soul power within his body.

Having done all this, he leaned down to inspect the black threads on Ma Hongjun's body in detail.

Activating the Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San's line of sight penetrated Ma Hongjun's skin.

With just a single glance, his expression sank completely.

"Such overbearing poison!"

Dai Mubai asked anxiously from the side, "How is it? Can it be cured?"

Tang San did not answer immediately; his brows were locked tightly together.

"The other party is a supreme expert at using poison."

"This isn't just a single poison at all, but at least a dozen virulent poisons fused together using an extremely exquisite technique."

He explained in a deep voice.

"Some of these toxins are intensely cold, some intensely hot, some paralyze the nerves, and others corrode flesh and blood. They catalyze one another while keeping each other in check, forming an eerie equilibrium."

"The moment anyone attempts to use a single method to cure any one of these poisons, it will immediately shatter this equilibrium, causing all the virulent poisons to erupt simultaneously in an instant."

In Tang San's tone, an unprecedented solemnity permeated.

"By then, Fatty probably won't even last a single breath before melting into a puddle of pus and blood."

"If we don't proceed with treatment soon and these toxins invade his heart meridian, he will surely die without a doubt!"

At these words, Dai Mubai's face turned ashen.

He had never imagined that the person who made a move would be so ruthless in their methods.

This was aimed squarely at taking Ma Hongjun's life.

"Little San, then... what do we do now?"

Dai Mubai looked at Ma Hongjun, who was convulsing in agony on the bed, and lost his head for a moment.

Tang San took a deep breath, his gaze turning incomparably sharp.

"Help him sit up. I need you to use your soul power to protect his heart meridian and delay the spread of the poison."

"Leave the rest to me."

Dai Mubai dared not tarry, stepping forward instantly to prop Ma Hongjun upright, pressing his palms against Ma Hongjun's back as a mighty surge of White Tiger Soul Power was continuously poured inward.

Tang San spoke no further.

He swiftly drew out rows of silver needles from his Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night.

With a flick of his fingertips, the silver needles hovered in a formation before him, humming.

"Though the other party's technique is exquisite, they ultimately intended to use the balance of toxins to kill."

"As long as we can neutralize all dozen or so of these poisons at the same time, this impasse can be broken."

As he spoke, Tang San used both hands simultaneously, swift as phantoms.

Silver needle after silver needle pierced precisely into the major acupuncture points all over Ma Hongjun's body, the depth and force of every single needle calculated to absolute perfection.

This was not merely detoxifying; it felt more like a game of chess against the Grim Reaper.

Time passed second by second.

The atmosphere inside the room was oppressive to the extreme.

Sweat beaded on Dai Mubai's forehead; sustaining his soul power output consumed a massive amount of energy from him.

As for Tang San, his concentration was strained to the utmost limit, veins slightly bulging at his temples, and his face gradually growing pale.

Under the stimulation of the silver needles, the black poisonous threads on Ma Hongjun's body not only failed to weaken, but instead writhed even more violently, like enraged vipers crazily battering the blockade Tang San had set up.

While being suppressed, the toxicity was also expanding its destruction to the utmost of its ability.

Seeing this, Tang San's gaze narrowed.

"Quite the poison expert—they actually left a backup plan."

He let out a cold snort, his hand movements shifting once more.

Several more hours passed.

The sky turned from dark to pale, and then from pale to dusk.

When the last silver needle was pulled from Ma Hongjun's body, Tang San let out a long breath, his whole body swaying and nearly pitching forward.

Dai Mubai quickly reined in his cultivation and stepped forward to support him.

"Little San, are you all right?"

Tang San waved a hand and looked toward the bed.

The black poisonous threads on Ma Hongjun's body had completely faded. Although he was bruised and battered all over with a weak aura, he had finally stabilized.

"It's fine."

Tang San's voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

"Although these poisons were proportioned exquisitely, they are essentially just some common toxins."

"If a few truly rare poisons had been mixed in among them, I'm afraid even I would have been beyond saving."

"Fatty would already be a corpse by now."

Dai Mubai nodded with lingering fear, looking at Ma Hongjun with an infinitely complex expression.

A moment later, Ma Hongjun's eyelids fluttered on the bed, and he slowly regained consciousness.

The instant he opened his eyes, he saw Tang San and Dai Mubai standing guard by the bedside, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

"I... what happened to me?"

He struggled to sit up, only to feel a tearing pain all over his body.

"It hurts so much... I feel like my whole body is about to shatter."

Tang San handed him a cup of water and spoke in a calm tone:

"You were poisoned with a potent toxin. I preserved your life, and the poison has already been cleared."

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, but then a look of bitter hatred surfaced on his face.

That bastard! When I get better, I'll definitely..."

Before he could finish, Tang San interrupted him.

"However..."

Tang San paused, his gaze dropping downward to land on Ma Hongjun's lower body.

"From now on, I'm afraid you won't be able to be a man anymore."

"What?"

Ma Hongjun failed to process it for a moment.