Gu Junshi felt that the plot deduction this time was basically satisfactory.
Then, let things take their course.
Her little husband asked her before, what should not be touched?
She didn't say.
This pool of poison was called "Yin Chi Yang Du," and it wasn't an indescribable poison.
But its characteristics were not quite proper.
Yin poison chilled the body, Yang poison heated the blood; it possessed both toxicities.
If one person was poisoned, it would be alternating cold and heat for a period, and if they survived the poison, they would be fine.
But if it were a man and a woman, and they were in a private room together… then the story would begin.
Like all standard melodramatic dramas, if the plot between the male and female protagonists didn't involve a scene where the lights were turned off after being poisoned, it wouldn't feel sufficiently flavorful or authentic.
However, this didn't concern her much.
She was pursuing her path of love, and where her little husband's affections were placed would not hinder her.
She thought it was time to leave Laishan Stream.
It was also time to reunite with Danya and the others. She was concocting reasons in her mind for returning early to account for her "rejoining the team."
"Ayi."
Gu Junshi continued walking.
"Ayi, she is my wife."
She did not stop.
"I was not casual."
A clear, magnetic, slightly sweet, gentle voice lingered in her ears. Every time he called her "Ayi," she didn't feel much of it.
Because she was Gu Junshi.
She would never become the "Ayi" he wanted.
Gu Junshi thought this rationally and coldly, but her steps came to a halt.
She lowered her eyes. In the ebb and flow of light and shadow, a deep, dark shadow emerged.
The female corpse had been severely damaged by the Human Emperor's strike just now, and it seemed unable to support her further departure.
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The two within the door remained silent, one in no mood to speak, the other keenly aware of the situation. The distance between them returned to its usual pattern, with her in front and him behind.
Upon finding the secret chamber mentioned by the female corpse, Ziying entered first and quickly surveyed the interior.
This secret chamber was built with grey-green granite, square and divided into two rooms, an outer and an inner. The outer room was somewhat cluttered, containing various large and small cauldrons, along with jars of various colors placed in the corners. Shelves nailed to the wall were filled with many boxes and scrolls.
The inner room, however, was simply furnished. A stone platform held a felt cushion, a transcribed scripture hung on the wall, and a magic circle was drawn on the floor with dark red lines.
It was difficult to say about other things, but they used teleportation arrays frequently in their daily lives, so they recognized it at a glance.
This teleportation array clearly showed its age, with the spirit-conducting and array-activating patterns faded and almost invisible.
Liu Jiang Fusheng finally understood why the female corpse had given him the inner core of the ice-fire double-headed flood dragon.
A damaged teleportation array generally needed to be refilled with spiritual energy first, to complete its patterns, before it could be used normally.
If spirit stones were used, it would be a huge expense, and a continuous supply would have to be guaranteed.
But if it were the inner core of the ice-fire double-headed flood dragon, it possessed its own thousand years of spiritual energy, which was more than enough to compensate for the array's deficiencies.
He embedded the inner core into the array, and the dried-up teleportation array immediately reacted, greedily absorbing spiritual energy to fill itself.
Liu Jiang Fusheng estimated that the time required to refill and complete the array's patterns would not be short.
At this moment, the treasure-seeking rat in his arms suddenly poked its head out, then leaped out with a "swoosh," scampering merrily around the secret chamber, full of spirit.
"Little White Rat, what are you looking for?"
Even though he knew it was a treasure-seeking rat, he had grown accustomed to calling it that and hadn't changed it.
Liu Jiang Fusheng suddenly remembered what the female corpse had told him.
"It was kept in confinement for a long time and became a bit withdrawn. It only becomes energetic when it senses spiritual treasures nearby."
He seemed to understand and asked, "Little White Rat, what have you sensed?"
It squeaked "squeak squeak ~" excitedly at him, clearly sensing something large.
After searching thoroughly in the inner room with no success, it ran to the outer room.
Ziying was in the outer room when a white shadow flashed past her eyes. She was startled.
"Little White Rat? What are you running out for?"
The treasure-seeking rat ignored her and focused on jumping up and down, finally using its paws and mouth to bite a square box from a crevice in the outer room.
Then, it leaped into Liu Jiang Fusheng's arms, carrying the box with it.
Squeak squeak squeak ~
The little white rat, seeking praise and feeling triumphant, received the reward of Liu Jiang Fusheng stroking its fur.
What is this?
The treasure-seeking rat was not an ordinary rat with limited vision.
For it to take a liking to something and become so excited and agitated, its value was definitely extraordinary.
Liu Jiang Fusheng curiously reached out to take the box.
The treasure-seeking rat squeaked, urging him to open it quickly.
Its intention to present the treasure was very clear.
He pried open the box's metal clasp, lifted the lid, and saw that it was lined with white silk cloth. On it lay a piece of green bamboo and green jade. It was the size of an ordinary round pendant, but it was hollow. The light flowing from it was like water, very comfortable to look at, like spring light and rain, moist and beautiful.
"What is this?"
Jade?
It should not be.
In the mortal world, there might be the saying that jade is priceless, but cultivators in the cultivation world always pursued powerful strength. Even their currency was spirit stones that could be used for cultivation. As for external possessions like gold and jade, they were naturally regarded as dung.
His fingertips gently brushed against it, and a strange sensation arose.
It would be extremely useful to him in the future, perhaps it was truly a treasure worth looking forward to.
He would wait until they went out before asking Elder Jiuli if he recognized it.
So, he closed the box again and stored it in his storage ring.
Ziying stood by the door and saw him put a box into his storage ring.
That box… it must be the one the treasure-seeking rat had brought in earlier.
He put it away so quickly; it must be a treasure.
Ziying immediately felt a deep envy.
If only she had a precious beast like a treasure-seeking rat, otherwise she wouldn't have returned empty-handed after searching around outside just now.
Disappointment and frustration made the usually smooth-sailing Ziying feel a chill.
No… that’s not right, it wasn’t just a chill; this coldness seemed continuous and overwhelming, like a breached dike of floodwaters.
Before long, Ziying began to shiver from the cold. She hugged herself and squatted down.
"Senior brother, do you feel a bit cold?"
Even her voice seemed to be trembling.
Liu Jiang Fusheng glanced at her and said, "No."
The unstoppable cold seeped into her limbs and bones. Ziying even felt that the air she exhaled had turned into cold mist.
"No, something's wrong, Senior brother, have I been poisoned?"
She couldn't bear the cold. She supported her stiff body and sat down cross-legged, beginning to circulate spiritual energy throughout her body, but the effect was minimal. The spiritual energy could not counteract the cold; at most, it allowed her to hold on a little longer.
"Poisoned?" Liu Jiang Fusheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and the next moment, he also felt the abnormality in his body.
Heat…
A heat that burned to the tongue and throat like fire.
So, although being poisoned by "Yin Chi Yang Du" wouldn't kill a person, it could torment them to death.