Chapter 466: Finally Finding the Mechanism, the Stone Door Opens

Outside, flesh and bone were being ground to a pulp, yet the secret chamber remained entirely peaceful.

After all, the Demon Lord had put great effort into this secret chamber; even that stone door was made of thousand-year-old rock from Xuwei Mountain, so even if the pillars of Yinxu Hall snapped and the beams collapsed, the secret chamber would remain unscathed.

Therefore, even at a time like this, the Demon Lord could still calmly hold the physical body of Tumi and pour out his inexplicable heart.

Sentence by sentence, it was all sincere and flowery, especially setting off the lingering, affectionate mood.

Lingxiang did not know if she was missing a string or a gear, but she simply refused to buy it; she would either roll her eyes from time to time or suddenly interrupt, and the perfectly good atmosphere was shattered to pieces by her.

If it were any other time, Lingxiang would certainly have sat quietly to the side, holding melons, fruits, and snacks to listen carefully.

But now that she was facing her own mother and a villain occupying her father's body, how could she bear to listen?

Not cursing him out loud was already being unfair to herself; it was nothing more than adding a little annoyance, and this little Demon Lord deserved to suffer it.

One does not worry about scarcity, but about inequality; rather than suffering alone, it was better to suffer together.

That was how she said it, but Lingxiang felt somewhat uneasy in her heart, always feeling as if she had missed something, yet when she thought about it carefully, she could not find anything amiss.

Forget it, forget it; when the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight, so she would just take it one step at a time.

It had been some time since the Huitian Pill was fed, but Tumi showed no signs of waking up, and the Demon Lord was quite impatient.

"When will the Pill take effect?"

The abrupt question interrupted Lingxiang's train of thought.

"I don't know."

The Demon Lord's brows were tightly locked: "You don't know?"

Lingxiang spread her hands: "The Demon Lord really thinks too highly of me; this was also my first time refining a Huitian Pill, and I have never used it on a person, so naturally, I don't know."

"Didn't you take it yourself?"

Lingxiang rolled her eyes: "You also know that I took it, not used it; I was already dead at the time, so how would I know how long it would take to take effect?"

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, still disbelieving: "Is what you say true?"

"Absolutely true."

Seeing Lingxiang's frank expression, the Demon Lord stopped asking further and went back to recounting the past with Tumi.

Lingxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What of it? It really was true...

To make the Huitian Pill take effect, one must supplement it with the Suspended Thread Technique; otherwise, whether it could take effect and when it would take effect was indeed impossible to know.

She had spoken every word truthfully, only that there were things said and things left unsaid; she answered what was asked, and as for what wasn't asked, one couldn't blame her for not saying it.

Tsk...

These days, it was rare to see someone as sincere as her.

Lingxiang suddenly felt that she was truly incredibly kind, so she found a spot to sit down with peace of mind and unwillingly began to eavesdrop.

Only...

Lingxiang glanced at the glazed coffin and the serene face in the Demon Lord's arms, falling into a moment of contemplation.

When feeding the medicine, Lingxiang had carefully examined the physical body of Tumi Xianzi, only to discover that Tumi Xianzi was actually still alive, just trapped in a state of suspended animation.

Although she was at the end of her rope, she was indeed alive.

The Huitian Pill was a pill for trading lives with the dead; now that it was fed to a living person, no one would know what effect it might have.

Lingxiang's eyes darkened—sure enough, that Painting Scroll...

Compared to Lingxiang's leisure, Long Qi and the other were in a state of life-and-death crisis.

Xin Yi was heavily injured; at the critical moment, Long Qi lent his strength to save him, but for some reason, he suddenly knelt on the ground in pain, roaring incessantly.

The Shiyin Xiao, who had been interrupted, was originally very annoyed, but began to laugh after seeing Long Qi in this state.

"Guihua is worthy of being an old poisonous hag; the Demon Miasma Poison is indeed much more powerful than others. Once this brat becomes a demon, I will definitely have to play with him properly," the Shiyin Xiao said, throwing out a bloody hand and whipping Long Qi away.

Long Qi crashed into a pillar, leaving several cracks; if it were anyone else, they would surely be unable to breathe or make a sound after such an impact, but Long Qi continued to roar as if he had not been affected at all.

Hearing what the Shiyin Xiao said, Xin Yi was greatly shocked.

Long Qi was about to fall into the demonic path, but didn't he still have the Hanyu Pill in his body?

In normal circumstances, the Hanyu Pill could indeed alleviate the Demon Miasma Poison, but after a round of fighting, his Qi channels had been activated, and because he was anxious to save someone, his meridians were impacted, which accelerated the spread of the Miasma Poison.

No matter how anxious Xin Yi was, he was powerless; the axe wound on his back had damaged his tendons and bones, leaving him unable to move or exert even a shred of strength.

"Long Qi! Long Qi!" Xin Yi called out urgently: "Hold onto your heart and mind, do not let your breath go into chaos."

But Long Qi seemed not to hear him, continuing to roar incessantly, as if he were engaged in a fierce battle.

"I almost forgot about you," the Shiyin Xiao laughed strangely and turned to look at Xin Yi. "Now, only you are left." He leaned toward Xin Yi. "This skin bag is not bad; why not let me take it over?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Shiyin Xiao transformed into a wave of blood, suddenly rising and pouncing toward Xin Yi; within the wave of blood, there was a cackling, horrifying laughter.

!

Xin Yi thought to himself that it was bad, but he was powerless to do anything.

It seemed he would truly be finished here today...

At the moment of crisis, a person flashed by and saved Xin Yi, and Long Qi was also brought to his side.

Two figures stood in front of Xin Yi; they were Chiyanzi and Lu Ying, along with Adao, who was hanging behind Chiyanzi.

"Why have you returned?" Xin Yi asked, enduring the pain.

Adao jumped down quickly to check on Xin Yi's injuries.

"After we got out, we happened to run into the Senior Uncle and the others, so I brought them here."

As Adao spoke, he rummaged through his pockets, but he did not know what the medicine in his pockets could do, and he hung his head in frustration.

If he had known, he would have learned more medical skills from his master; now, he couldn't be of any use at the critical moment.

He was truly useless!

Xin Yi smiled and rubbed Adao's head to comfort him: "I'm fine."

How could he be fine?

This axe is buried deep into his spine, it must have already damaged the bone; it cannot be moved lightly now, otherwise, he will surely suffer a hemorrhage, but if it is left as it is, should it injure his internal organs, his life will also be in danger.

And...

Adao looked worriedly at Long Qi, who was howling incessantly to the side, and felt even more self-reproach.

Long Qi's face was flushed red, his veins were bulging, and his eyes were covered in bloodshot streaks; he looked to be in extreme pain.

It was just that in Long Qi's current state, Adao could not get close at all, nor could he tell how to save him.

If only Master were here...

Chiyanzi and the other had already become entangled in a fight with the two Rust Ghosts, and Adao glanced toward the throne in the hall.

If he could find a mechanism at this moment, perhaps he could save Long Qi and Xin Yi.

The two men's injuries were critical, so Adao stopped overthinking it and, ignoring Xin Yi's attempt to stop him, quietly crept toward the throne.

Adao's movements were all seen by the Yin-Eroding Ghoul, and just as he was carefully searching for the mechanism, a blood tentacle branched off from the Yin-Eroding Ghoul's body, transformed into a blood sickle, and swung toward Adao.

"Adao, watch out!" Xin Yi was shocked and pale, but his body could not move even a fraction.

Yet, the moment Adao turned his head and saw the sickle blade, he heard a click, followed by the sound of a heavy stone door.

The door to the secret chamber...

Opened...