Chapter 2251: Miao Border Youth Fiercely Loves 14

When Nan Yixing arrived at West Cliff, the moonlight was coldly shining on the stone wall.

Bai Mo's body leaning against the stone wall suddenly trembled, fingers tightly clutching the chest fabric, "Senior Brother…"

His voice trembled, his knuckles whitening from force, as if enduring great pain.

Moonlight fell on his white robe, the edge of the dark red bloodstain already turning black.

Several wild deer lay on the ground, eyes wide open, black blood trickling from their mouths, clearly poisoned.

Nan Yixing stood still, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

The stone wall was covered with tiny gu insect traces, the deer carcasses arranged too neatly, as if deliberately placed.

His face still bore the gentle expression of before, but his voice had turned cold, not even showing much disappointment.

"This isn't your blood."

"Bai Mo, you dare to deceive me with the Southern Gate passcode."

Bai Mo's expression froze on his face, the fingers gripping his lapel slowly loosening.

He straightened up, the pained expression vanishing from his face, replaced by a faint smile, "As expected, I can't hide it from Senior Brother."

He stepped back a few paces, standing in the shadow of the stone wall.

A faint whooshing sound came from behind.

Nan Yixing's neck hairs suddenly stood on end.

He instinctively turned sideways, but saw a speck of golden light flash in the moonlight; the hair-thin golden-thread gu worm had already sunk into his skin, leaving only a pinprick-sized red dot on the back of his neck.

"Don't waste your effort."

Luo Xiao's voice came from behind, carrying the icy chill of his Miao knife's sheath, "This golden silkworm gu is a treasure I've raised for three whole years."

As Nan Yixing turned, he met Luo Xiao's teasing gaze.

He leaned against the rock wall, the silver tassel of his knife sweeping over the deer carcass at his feet, the deer's eyes still frozen with pre-death terror, "In your Han people's words…"

"'That Jin Chen kid is nothing but a grasshopper after autumn, unable to jump for more than a few days; he should be called… a person about to die.'"

Before his words finished, Nan Yixing suddenly pointed his fingers like a blade, aiming straight at Luo Xiao's throat, but midway he stiffened abruptly; the golden-thread gu worm in his neck surged, sending a piercing pain.

"That's just right."

Luo Xiao stepped back two steps with satisfaction, his Miao knife flashing a beautiful flourish in his palm, "The Holy Son's position can only be mine…"

He patted his sturdy chest, "A healthy, living person to take the seat."

Nan Yixing raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, but found no trace on his skin.

His expression unchanged, only his fingertips slightly cold; the gu worm must have burrowed into his body.

Nan Yixing urgently pressed several major acupoints with his fingertips, yet his legs still felt weak.

The gu worm wandered through his bloodstream like an icy snake, wherever it passed the meridians grew sluggish.

He leaned against the rock wall and slowly sat down, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"'Senior Brother, why waste your effort.' Bai Mo walked to Luo Xiao's side, fingertips playing with a silver needle, 'This golden-thread gu loves to seal people's meridians; the more they resist, the faster it flares.'"

Luo Xiao stood aside with arms crossed, his Miao knife glinting coldly in the moonlight, "Doctor Nan should now understand who can help and who…"

He deliberately drew out his tone, "Must not be touched."

Bai Mo sighed, feigning a head shake, "Senior Brother, you have everything; I only want the complete heart method of the Bone-Piercing Needle, yet you always put up obstacles."

He crouched, level with Nan Yixing's gaze, "This gu isn't fatal; it just makes you rest for a few days."

"'What did you just say?' Nan Yixing's voice trembled slightly, his fingertips pressed to his chest, cold sweat sliding down his forehead."

Bai Mo frowned at him, his voice tinged with unavoidable resentment, each word forced out through clenched teeth.

"'You have everything, you're talented; since you returned, everyone looks down on me. You can make medicines and are skilled in poison arts, yet you still want to compete with me…'"

Mid-sentence, he suddenly stopped, realizing something, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Skilled in poison arts…"

Nan Yixing suddenly pressed his fingers hard against the side of his neck, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the withered leaves before him.

As the blood droplets fell, a faint vapor actually rose.

"You!"

Before Bai Mo could retreat, his legs suddenly went weak; horrified, he found his fingers beginning to spasm uncontrollably, then his limbs, then his whole body.

A violent numbness surged like a tide, even his tongue stiffened to the point he could not speak.

He collapsed heavily to the ground, his body feeling as if pierced by countless fine needles.

His innards seemed clenched by an invisible hand, the cramping pain curling him into a ball; cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Luo Xiao immediately stepped back, his Miao knife held before him, utterly shocked, "When did you apply the poison!"

Nan Yixing wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, slowly rose to his feet, his translucent fingertips glowing coldly in the moonlight.

Bai Mo's face twisted in pain, his ten fingers digging into the rotting leaf pile, his white robe stained with dirt and poisonous blood.

Nan Yixing leisurely adjusted his cuffs, his lofty demeanor as if inspecting patients in the medicine hall, his holy brows and eyes holding a hint of compassion, yet the chill condensed in his pupils was colder than the night dew frozen on the steep stone wall.

He looked down at Bai Mo curled on the ground, "You already knew I excel at poison, yet you still thought to use this method against me."

"'It seems you lack not only talent, but also sense.'"

Bai Mo's throat squeezed out broken syllables, white foam mixed with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His nails dug deep into the earth, dragging five bloody streaks across the moss as he desperately crawled toward Luo Xiao.

Luo Xiao cursed silently, pinching a seal with his fingers to activate the gu worm.

But the golden-thread gu worm wandering in Nan Yixing's bloodstream grew ever slower, as if stuck in a mire.

"'What's going on…' Luo Xiao's forehead beaded with cold sweat as he jerked his head up, meeting Nan Yixing's eyes that seemed compassionate but were actually icy."

"How unfortunate."

Nan Yixing curled his lip, "Your gu probably can't match my blood poison."

Luo Xiao: "……"

A faint fragrance drifted on the night wind; Luo Xiao's fingertips went numb, and lowering his head he saw his nail beds turning a strange bluish‑purple.

The numbness spread rapidly along his meridians, and in the blink of an eye half his arm lost sensation.

"Damn it!"

Luo Xiao bellowed, the piercing pain from biting his tongue letting him barely stay conscious.

He tore open his collar, and two pitch‑black gu worms shot out from his chest—a three‑foot‑long centipede and a pair of gleaming‑cold mantis blade arms, the life gu he had nurtured for twenty years, all lunging together at Nan Yixing.