Yao Furnace Peak, inside a secret chamber protected by layer upon layer of arrays.
Creak— The heavy stone door was pushed open.
Chu Mo entered first, followed by a figure completely shrouded in concealment.
The person wore a black veil that hung down over their head and a loose black robe that hid every curve of their body.
However, the snow-white fox ears that occasionally trembled amid the smooth, flowing white hair, along with the fluffy fox tail faintly visible beneath the hem of the black robe, instantly revealed his race.
A fox from the Fox Clan?
Both Yan Qingge and Lin Rou felt a jolt in their hearts.
The Human Race and the Demon Race had always maintained a non-interfering relationship, but salacious rumors about the Fox Clan—such as them being natural seducers—had never ceased.
No wonder he could cure that black-haired beast’s poison.
If he was from the Demon Race, it made sense, Lin Rou pondered inwardly, though her gaze couldn’t help drifting repeatedly over the black-robed figure.
Inside the secret chamber, curious stares stuck to Bai Qingran like glue.
Although he was tightly wrapped up, his beauty was impossible to conceal.
Lin Rou and Yan Qingge found themselves momentarily dazed, unable to stop imagining what kind of face that could captivate all living beings lay beneath the black veil, and what kind of exquisite, graceful body was hidden under the black robe.
What felt strange and out of place to both of them was that they could not sense even the slightest trace of demonic aura from Bai Qingran.
If not for his fox features, he would seem no different from an ordinary human.
These two pairs of “wolf-like and tiger-like” gazes made jealousy flare violently in Chu Mo’s heart.
A flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes as she spoke somewhat coldly, “Since everyone’s here, let’s begin right away.”
Lin Rou snapped back to attention and stepped forward with a warm smile.
“Chu Mo must have mentioned me. My name is Lin Rou, and I am the Peak Master of Yao Furnace Peak.”
She paused, her admiration unconcealed.
“You appear to be around the same age as Chu Mo, yet you were able to write such a brilliant prescription. Truly remarkable. To be honest, even I at the Spirit Emperor Stage find True Disciple Yan’s condition quite tricky.”
“Your talent and dedication in the medical path are astonishing. I heard from Chu Mo that your medical skills are hereditary. In that case, I’ll take the liberty of making a promise: as long as you’re willing, the doors of my Yao Furnace Peak will always be open to you. There will always be a place for you here.”
The appreciation in Lin Rou’s eyes was utterly sincere—both the eagerness of someone hungry for talent and the greedy fervor an authority figure shows upon discovering a supreme treasure.
Yet the more she displayed her covetousness, the harder it became for Chu Mo to suppress the violent possessiveness of seeing something good being eyed by others.
Even a Spirit Emperor Stage powerhouse found it tricky?
Beneath the black veil, Bai Qingran’s red pupils contracted slightly.
Could it be that the medical skills his father taught him were far more powerful than he had realized?
But the principle of an innocent man bearing a treasure that invites trouble applied here.
Feeling his heartbeat suddenly accelerate violently, Bai Qingran clenched his slightly trembling fingertips and forced himself to calm down.
“Before treatment begins, I need to personally examine True Disciple Yan’s condition first.”
Bai Qingran’s voice was like heavenly music—clear and cold, yet carrying a bone-deep allure that made both Yan Qingge and Lin Rou’s earlobes tingle.
For a moment, they felt dazed.
Bai Qingran walked up to Yan Qingge and bowed slightly. “Please give me your hand.”
The instant that fair, delicate hand—like lamb-fat jade—rested on Yan Qingge’s wrist, Chu Mo’s expression darkened to the extreme.
Jealous rage exploded wildly in her chest. With a slight thought, the hidden profound iron collar around Bai Qingran’s neck tightened abruptly!
Bai Qingran’s breathing suddenly seized.
A powerful choking sensation stiffened his spine.
Chu Mo turned her head away.
She couldn’t bear to watch this “intimate” scene.
As she stroked the red cord on her wrist, she bit down hard on her lip.
The violent urge to drag Bai Qingran back and lock him up rampaged through her mind.
The repeated stabbing pain around his neck made Bai Qingran grit his teeth. This beast!
Bai Qingran closed his eyes, shutting out everything external.
In his mind, there was only the knowledge his father had taught him and the complex information flowing from his fingertips.
At this moment, even without his demon core, the calm and powerful aura emanating from the little fox was exceptionally strong.
It was as if he was the supreme presence in this secret chamber—the only king.
Lin Rou watched in a trance, her face showing an intoxicated expression.
She stared at those hands for a long time, even beginning to imagine how it would feel if those fingertips trailed across her own skin—both ticklish and numbing.
Her gaze slowly traveled upward.
The voice in her heart screaming to tear away that obstructive black veil grew increasingly frantic.
How she longed to see Bai Qingran’s true appearance and discover what kind of world-shaking beauty could match such unparalleled medical skills and proud aura.
Yan Qingge was also closely observing this fox demon at close range.
She quickly searched her memories but couldn’t recall Chu Mo ever having such a male fox friend by her side.
As if possessed, she leaned her body slightly forward, trying to catch a glimpse through the gap in the black veil.
With that small movement, a familiar floral fragrance drifted into Yan Qingge’s nose.
Memories exploded like thunder!
That day when she arrived at Xuan Phoenix Sacred Sect, the scent she had smelled on Chu Mo—the one Chu Mo claimed came from a sachet made by Pei Yunqing—was exactly the same as this person’s body scent.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Yan Qingge’s temple.
All the details from that day on Chu Mo, her evasive attitude… Every piece of information fit together perfectly like mortise and tenon joints.
A speculation shocking enough to shake Xuan Phoenix Sacred Sect emerged in Yan Qingge’s mind.
That day, Chu Mo had said there was nothing between her and Pei Yunqing.
Then what about her and the person before her…
Yan Qingge’s golden pupils contracted sharply—in shock and uncertainty!
Then they trembled uncontrollably—in utter astonishment! Finally, that golden light shattered completely, turning into fragments of fear and unease!
She couldn’t help turning to look at Chu Mo.
A small, startled gasp escaped her lips.
At that exact moment, Lin Rou’s exclamation of admiration covered up her abnormality.
In the enclosed secret chamber, Chu Mo turned her head away, gripping the red cord on her wrist tightly to suppress her raging jealousy.
Yan Qingge stared at Chu Mo in terror, the floral scent making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Bai Qingran’s fingers rested steadily on Yan Qingge’s wrist, his eyes closed and expression serious.
Lin Rou’s gaze was like hooks, fixed firmly on Bai Qingran’s exquisite hands.
She remained completely unaware of the other two’s strange behavior.
A bizarre four-corner relationship formed a delicate yet dangerous balance within the secret chamber.
“Done.”
Bai Qingran opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.
His calm voice broke the deathly silent balance and pulled everyone’s thoughts back.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.
“The most suitable treatment method right now is Heart-Questioning Gu Devouring—to completely eradicate the gu by entering its illusion.”
Bai Qingran paused briefly, his tone grave.
“I will also enter the illusion to help Yan Qingge destroy the gu.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Rou’s brows furrowed deeply. “Isn’t that too risky? If…”
“This poison has already bred a gu, and the gu has become the dominant force between the two. Treating the poison first and then removing the gu would be too slow!”
Bai Qingran looked directly at Lin Rou, his voice resolute and cold.
“Moreover, Yan Qingge has been taking various pills for days on end. The overflowing medicinal power has already triggered the signs of an impending breakthrough. At most, it can be suppressed for another month and a half. Time waits for no one. This is the only way.”
Silence echoed in the secret chamber.
Lin Rou bit her lip and said, “If you also enter the illusion and something goes wrong, not only True Disciple Yan… but you will also…”
“Mmm. My divine soul would be destroyed, and I would die completely.”
The word “die” struck the secret chamber like a heavy blow! It shocked Chu Mo into losing control.
She rushed forward and grabbed Bai Qingran’s shoulder tightly.
Her bloodshot eyes burned with a crazed, possessive desire.
“No!”
Selfish desire ran rampant in Chu Mo’s heart. She could not accept letting the little fox risk his life!
The profound iron collar tightened fiercely at this moment, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound against the flesh of Bai Qingran’s neck.
His body trembled slightly from the suffocation.
He helplessly reached out and gently patted the back of Chu Mo’s hand.
His startling red pupils seemed to pierce through the black veil, stabbing straight into Chu Mo’s twisted heart.
Finally, the constricting pressure around his neck loosened abruptly.
Bai Qingran took a breath and stood up.
An unquestionable majesty radiated from him.
He looked calmly at Yan Qingge.
The latter seemed intimidated by this aura and subconsciously swallowed.
“We can only succeed. We cannot fail.”
It was as if her soul had been seized. Yan Qingge nodded obediently.
Bai Qingran turned toward Lin Rou. His voice gained a firm intensity.
“Peak Master Lin, due to certain circumstances, I am unable to use my spiritual power. I need to merge my divine sense with yours and borrow your spiritual power to treat Yan Qingge.”
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