Chapter 2241: Miao Border Youth Fiercely in Love 04

Nan Yixing lightly placed his fingertip on the corpse handler's wrist; beneath his fingertip the pulse beat chaotically, as if countless tiny insect legs were crawling under the skin.

He frowned slightly, his voice calm: "The gu and poison are intertwined; we must first dispel the gu, then expel the poison."

"Otherwise the poison will follow the gu and backfire worse."

Sun An heard the words, his brows furrowed tightly; after a careful examination he was shocked.

"Master, it resembles the Phantom Moth Sleep Gu."

The Miao King listened, then pointed sternly: "Check again, how deep has the gu penetrated?"

Fan Ruoxi asked from behind Nan Yixing: "What is... the Phantom Moth Sleep Gu?"

"The Phantom Moth Sleep Gu excels at bewitching the mind; now the gu has entered the marrow, ordinary methods may be too late."

Sun An also felt helpless; his gaze shifted to Jin Chen, his tone complex.

"I'm afraid only the Young Master can solve it."

All eyes turned to Jin Chen.

The youth leaned against the carved pillar, fingertips playing with the silver bell at his waist; hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and curled his lip: "Want my Zi Nannan to do the work?"

He slowly stretched his hand toward the Miao King, then waved his fingers, the meaning unmistakable.

The Miao King's beard twitched as he glared: "... My little treasures have all been ruined by you!"

Jin Chen tilted his head, smiling.

The Miao King waved his hand helplessly: "Fine, fine, go pick one yourself, that'll do, right?"

Only then was Jin Chen satisfied; he walked over to the corpse handler with his hands behind his back, and took a palm-sized purple butterfly from the bamboo basket at his waist.

Its wings were thin as mist, glowing with a faint purple light in the candlelight; when they fluttered, they scattered fine phosphorescent powder like falling starlight.

"Good heavens, what a beautiful butterfly!" Chu Wan exclaimed.

Their gazes fell on the butterfly; only Nan Yixing's glance quietly shifted to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen broke his fingertip and fed it a drop of blood.

The butterfly circled twice in his palm, then lightly flew toward the corpse handler, pausing briefly at his mouth and nose.

As the purple butterfly fluttered its wings, the corpse handler's throat suddenly emitted a "gurgling" sound, as if something were stirring in a viscous liquid.

Nan Yixing's brows furrowed slightly; he retreated half a step without changing expression, a silver needle already sliding into his fingers from his sleeve.

"It's coming." Jin Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly; his silver snake earring caught the candlelight, flashing an eerie glow.

Suddenly, the corpse handler's mouth opened to an unnatural extent, his jawbone cracking with a sharp snap, forced wide open.

A clump of black-and-red viscous fluid surged from deep within his throat, its sticky threads pulling out nauseatingly fine strands in the air.

"Ugh—" Chu Wan clapped a hand over her mouth, her face turning deathly pale.

Fan Ruoxi instinctively stepped in front of her, yet couldn't help turning his face away.

That mass of viscous fluid landed on the ground and continued to writhe.

Once the fluid had slightly dispersed, everyone could see it was a palm-sized black moth, its wings covered in red patterns like blood vessels.

The moth's body was coated in the fluid and blood threads; its six slender legs kept twitching, and as its wings beat they flung out specks of foul-smelling black blood.

"Did this person swallow that moth whole?" He Mo Ning's voice trembled, his medicine pouch nearly slipping from his hand.

Bai Wan clenched He Mo Ning's sleeve until his knuckles whitened: "Senior brother... it, it's still moving."

The most horrifying thing was that the moth's abdomen was still attached to a thin, fleshy tube.

The other end remained lodged in the corpse handler's throat, writhing in tugs with the moth's struggles, like an infant's umbilical cord.

Jin Chen: "A San!"

"Eh, here I come."

A San suddenly lifted his foot, his sole landing squarely on the moth.

At the moment the moth exploded, it sprayed a stream of dark-green liquid that splashed onto the blue‑stone tiles, actually giving off wisps of white smoke.

The purple butterfly fluttered back, but before everyone's eyes it suddenly circled Nan Yixing once.

It finally came to rest on Jin Chen's braid, its wings trembling lightly.

Jin Chen's eyes smiled deeper as he fixed his gaze on Nan Yixing: "Brother, my butterfly says it likes you."

Nan Yixing's expression unchanged, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, his tone gentle: "Thank you, Young Master."

Jin Chen, however, would not let up; he tapped the butterfly's wing with his fingertip, his smile bright yet dangerous.

"How about giving it to Brother?"

Sun An and A San, along with a few others, wore subtle expressions—half resigned, half accustomed—as if watching Jin Chen pull another spontaneous prank.

Nan Yixing's eyes flickered slightly; he maintained his tolerant, courteous demeanor and spoke softly.

"Next time, then—I'll also give the Young Master a return gift next time."

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, a flicker of interest in his purple pupils: "Then it's settled—Brother, don't lie to me."

【Zero Egg, you say my wife is being too wary of me?】 Jin Chen complained.

Ling Gun Gun let out a sound: 【The Main God is still staying in character; don't interrupt, what about the Southern Gate Cold Buddhist Son!】

【…】 Just saying, don't watch weird stuff.

Bai Wan suddenly stepped forward, placing his fingertips on the corpse handler's wrist; beneath his fingertips the pulse felt sluggish, all three positions blocked.

He pressed his lips together and said softly: "The qi and blood are flowing backward, poison lingering in the triple burner, as if he'd mistakenly taken a poisonous herb like Gouteng or… something like Lei Gong Teng."

Bai Wan lifted his eyes to Nan Yixing, a hint of eagerness hidden in his gaze.

"Senior brother, let me try?"

Nan Yixing gave a slight nod, his eyes calm as water.

Having received permission, Bai Wan's fingertips trembled as he drew a three‑cun filiform needle from his needle case.

He took a deep breath, the needle tip lightly touching the corpse handler's Hegu point, then slowly twisted it in.

Chu Wanyi reached out to feel the pulse, and after a moment nodded: "The pulse is sluggish; the poison has entered the blood. Little junior brother's judgment is correct."

"The urgent priority is to first awaken the spirit and open the apertures, then detoxify; after all, we still need further judgment on what kind of poisoning this is."

Bai Mo, receiving affirmation, calmed a little; her needling technique grew steadier, and she took another needle, inserting it into the Renzhong point.

The corpse-chaser's ashen face seemed to relax slightly, his eyelids twitching.

Bai Mo's lips had just curled with a hint of a smile when she heard a fluttering sound coming from the pool of black blood on the ground.

The moth that ought to have been dead suddenly flapped its wings, its tattered wing membranes scraping over the blue bricks, emitting a piercing sizzle!

Bai Mo was startled, her hand trembling, and the needle tip sliced a blood line across the corpse-chaser's wrist.

His heart pounded, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and his mind went blank.

"It's over, this needle missed!"

Nan Yixing's eyes darkened suddenly; with a flick of his wrist, three silver needles shot forth, precisely striking the corpse-chaser's Baihui, Shanzhong, and Yongquan points.

After the needles penetrated an inch, the corpse-chaser's eyes snapped open; he spat another mouthful of black blood from his throat, his whole body's muscles tensed like iron, unable to move, only his abdomen convulsing violently—clearly in excruciating pain.

Bai Mo froze in place, her fingertips still gripping the askew silver needle, a buzzing ringing in her ears.

Nan Yixing didn't even bend his waist; using only finger strength, he sent the needles into the points, instantly stabilizing the situation.

He lowered his gaze to stare at the moth lying dead on the ground, and a hard-to-describe sourness welled up in his heart.

"He was so close—just a little more and he could have proved himself…"

"How is he supposed to show his strength before the Miao King?"

"\"The heir of Southern Gate this generation truly lives up to his reputation. \" The Miao King stroked his beard and nodded, a flash of appreciation crossing his murky eyes.

Jin Chen leaned against the pillar, his violet eyes reflecting Nan Yixing's calm profile, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.

"\"Older Brother, you're amazing. \" He twirled a butterfly between his fingertips, his tone light and teasing, yet the gaze he locked with Nan Yixing when the latter looked over held a hint of seriousness.

Nan Yixing lightly curled his lips and nodded at him.

"\"Sun'an. \" The Miao King raised his hand to signal, \"Help him inside; we'll detoxify him later. \""

The senior disciple Sun'an stepped forward, and together with the two Miao youths who had come forward, they lifted the still‑twitching corpse‑chaser and dragged him into the inner chamber.