"What?"
Du Lao asked.
"To find the prescription for Nirvana."
Du Lao: "..."
Du Lao was speechless.
According to their previous analysis, the main ingredient for refining Nirvana was likely the Gu King from Miao territory. Therefore, instead of searching for Nirvana, it would be better to deal with the Gu insects directly.
"I..."
Just as he was about to speak, Nan Shiying raised her eyes slightly, her clear pupils fixed directly on Du Lao's face. Du Lao's voice faltered, and he dared not utter the rest of his words.
What a sin!
In this world, how could a master fear his disciple?
Seeing Du Lao swallow his words, Nan Shiying lowered her gaze again. Her fingers tapped on the tabletop, making clear, crisp sounds. The Nirvana that Yue Sinan held was most likely the sacred medicine of the Changsheng Dao Sect. When the Changsheng Dao Sect was annihilated by her and Yue Sinan, its former site turned into ruins, and all its disciples were slaughtered. The few remaining outer disciples were either dead or crippled, struggling to survive the imperial court's repeated pursuits. If anyone in this world could still possess the prescription for Nirvana, it would undoubtedly be Yue Sinan.
Since Yue Sinan had allowed the medicine boy to place her body in Medicine King Valley, the Nirvana prescription might also be hidden somewhere in Medicine King Valley.
Of course, it might also be in the hands of the current Changsheng Sect.
Or perhaps... Wan Ku Lou!
Nan Shiying rarely regretted anything, but on this matter, every time she thought of it, she was annoyed that she hadn't spared that young master's life.
She knew what the old man had wanted to say. Instead of finding Nirvana, it was better to find the Gu insects. Previously, when Jin Mo was ambushed and his Gu poison acted up, the old man had used his own Gu insects as bait, absorbing some of the agitated Gu insects into his body and pacifying Jin Mo's Gu insects with substances secreted by the Gu insects in his body.
Therefore, there was still another way to save Jin Mo.
He had wanted to say this just now.
To use his life to exchange for Jin Mo's survival.
Nan Shiying's expression was listless, her slightly lowered eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes. Whether it was an illusion or not, Du Lao felt that a layer of scarlet ferocity had somehow emerged in her eyes.
He wisely kept quiet. Instead, he picked up his teacup and drank tea to calm his nerves.
Nirvana could allow one to be reborn from shattered bones, but its specific effects were unknown. If calculated by her 'death' time, she had fully digested Nirvana for three hundred years before barely processing it. If not for the problems in Medicine King Valley, she would have returned to infancy during this period.
Three hundred years, too long.
She put down her teacup. The bottom of the cup landed on the table with a "dang," a crisp sound. Du Lao's hand holding the teacup trembled, and tea splashed onto the back of his hand.
...
The carriage slowly drove towards the foot of the mountain. The horse pulling the carriage walked with a rhythm, nodding its head step by step. The wind chimes on the carriage jingled. As the sun was about to set, pedestrians hurried, wanting to get home before dark. However, after only a few steps, they had already overtaken the carriage.
The horse was moving so slowly that it was slower than walking.
Pedestrians repeatedly cast curious glances at the miraculously slow carriage, but they merely looked and then hurried on their way.
It got dark early at the foot of the mountain, and the nights were cold and dewy. No one wanted to delay their journey.
The carriage moved forward reluctantly, as if its wheels were stuck in glue, taking half the time to complete one rotation. The young servant driving the carriage put down the whip in his hand and leaned against the wooden board. If not for the need to control the direction, he might have closed his eyes.
A slender hand pushed open the carriage window. The person inside the carriage looked out, their handsome face as dark as the bottom of a pot. The servant's voice happened to reach them, "Master, we've arrived."
"Got it!"
A weak voice came from inside the carriage. The carriage stopped in front of an inn. The servant jumped off the carriage and lifted the curtain.
A man dressed in dark ink-colored clothes alighted from the carriage and entered the inn.