Cold Poison!

The Xu Clan.

Xu Qingyang had just returned to his loft and was about to cultivate when Xu Jinhong suddenly rushed in, his face full of anxiety.

"Qingyang, Qingying's cold poison has flared up again. Her life may be in danger!"

Xu Jinhong looked at Xu Qingyang and spoke urgently.

When Xu Qingyang heard this, his face turned deathly pale. He gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice, "Where's my sister? Take me to her, now!"

Ever since their parents disappeared fifteen years ago, his sister had lived with him. Xu Qingying was the most important person in his life.

Besides, with their parents missing, he had a duty to take good care of his sister.

If anything happened to her, how could he answer to their parents?

"Qingying is at Willow Tower!"

With that, Xu Jinhong led Xu Qingyang to Willow Tower.

At that moment, Xu Qingying lay on a bed in Willow Tower, her face pale and her hands and feet icy cold. A thin layer of frost covered her body, making her look like a figure carved from ice.

An old man in a pale blue robe took Xu Qingying's pulse and frowned.

"Physician Li, is there any way to cure my granddaughter's cold poison?"

Xu Juren's heart sank when he saw the blue-robed elder frown, but he asked anyway.

Physician Li sighed at his words. "Clan Leader Xu, your granddaughter's cold poison is unlike anything I, Li Xunzhou, have ever seen. It is extremely overbearing!"

"With my current medical skills, I cannot possibly cure your granddaughter's cold poison!"

"All I can do is suppress it temporarily!"

"To cure it completely, you would need Hu Xian'er, the renowned miracle physician of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom!"

A flicker of hope rose in Xu Juren's heart. He looked at Li Xunzhou and cupped his hands. "Physician Li, please administer the needles!"

Under Xu Juren's gaze, wisps of radiance rose from Li Xunzhou's body. With a sweep of his hand, eighteen golden needles landed in Xu Qingying's body.

In an instant, the thin layer of ice covering Xu Qingying vanished.

Xu Juren immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on his face. He cupped his hands again. "Physician Li, thank you!"

"There's no need for that. I'm only doing my duty!"

Li Xunzhou smiled as he spoke.

Just then, Xu Qingyang and Xu Jinhong reached Willow Tower and hurried inside. The sight of Xu Qingying on the bed stopped them in their tracks.

Li Xunzhou had accepted the consultation fee from Xu Juren and was about to leave when Xu Qingying suddenly let out a scream. An endless mass of ice surged over her body and encased her, turning her into a figure of ice.

Li Xunzhou was utterly dumbfounded by the sight. He had no idea what to do.

Xu Juren flew into a rage. He glared at Li Xunzhou and roared, "Li Xunzhou, didn't you just say you could suppress the ice afflicting my granddaughter? How did she end up like this?"

Facing Xu Juren's fury, even Li Xunzhou dared not make any bold claims. He gritted his teeth and said cautiously, "Perhaps I could try again!"

"If you try again, my sister will die at your hands, you fool! Do you understand?"

Xu Qingyang fixed Li Xunzhou with an icy stare as he snapped at him.

"Brat, how dare you speak to me like that? Who gave you the nerve?"

Being berated by Xu Juren had already left him furious. Now even a brat who had yet to grow a full set of hair dared to shout at him.

No matter how patient he was, he could not endure this!

"Li Xunzhou, this is Xu Qingyang, the young master of our Xu Clan. He reprimanded you, and you dared to talk back? Are you tired of living?"

Xu Jinhong glanced at Li Xunzhou and spoke coldly.

As Xu Jinhong's words rang out, Li Xunzhou's expression changed drastically. He was so frightened that he dropped to his knees, sucking in a sharp breath.

Others might not know how much Xu Juren valued Xu Qingyang, but he certainly did.

At a single word from Xu Qingyang, Xu Juren would kill whoever he named without hesitation!

Li Xunzhou looked at Xu Qingyang and struggled to force out a smile, though it looked uglier than a crying face. "So you're Young Master Xu Qingyang. You were absolutely right to scold me. My meager medical skills cannot cure your sister. I'll take my leave!"

"Stop!"

Xu Juren called out.

Although Li Xunzhou could not cure Xu Qingying or even suppress her cold poison, he was the only third-rank physician in Heavenly Martial City.

If anything else happened to Xu Qingying, Li Xunzhou could at least respond.

At Xu Juren's shout, Li Xunzhou took a deep breath and obediently stayed where he was.

Xu Juren grew increasingly anxious as he looked at Xu Qingying, encased in ice on the bed. Just then, Xu Jinhong spoke. "Clan Leader, Physician Li Xunzhou cannot cure Qingying's cold poison. We cannot delay any longer, or the consequences will be dire!"

"Why don't we invite a fifth-rank physician from Nanyang Prefecture? There may still be a sliver of hope!"

Xu Juren sighed at his words. "Jinhong, you're right. Let's do that!"

Just then, Xu Qingyang looked at them both and said, "Grandfather, Jinhong, there's no need to go to all that trouble. I can cure Qingying's cold poison!"

At those words—

Xu Juren and Xu Jinhong both froze. They knew Xu Qingyang had never studied medicine. How could he possibly cure cold poison?

Even Physician Li Xunzhou did not believe Xu Qingyang could cure it.

Xu Qingyang ignored the others and sent his consciousness into the first-floor space of the Desolate Tower. He scanned his surroundings and called urgently, "Senior!"

Almost as soon as his voice rang out, a woman in a white dress appeared before him, her expression impassive, her bearing aloof and distant.

"Senior, my sister's cold poison has erupted, and she's already encased in ice. Is there any way to save her?"

Xu Qingyang looked at the woman in white and asked.

The woman in white said, "Little one, you can devour your sister's cold poison with the Sky-Swallowing Pattern the Desolate Tower gave you. But to cure it completely, she needs to cultivate a cold-attribute cultivation method, because she has the ice phoenix physique!"

Excitement flooded Xu Qingyang's face at her words. He immediately cupped his hands. "Senior, please grant me a cold-attribute cultivation method. Whatever you ask me to do, I won't hesitate!"

The woman in white fell silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Little one, since you're so sincere, I'll give you a cold-attribute cultivation method!"

With that—

She gently extended her delicate finger, and a beam of snowy-white light entered the space between Xu Qingyang's brows.

Soon, Xu Qingyang received the Cold Nether True Scripture contained within the snowy-white beam.

"Senior, thank you!"

Xu Qingyang cupped his hands in gratitude.

The woman in white smiled. "Hurry and treat your sister's cold poison!"