Chapter 316: Poison Eruption

The morning breeze brushed against their faces; the dark clouds above the Gu Family finally scattered, allowing the dawn's first light to shine upon the earth, bringing warmth and vitality.

Sunlight shone on Tang Yu'e's face, and her originally bright smile froze, filled with awkwardness and shock.

Luo Lin also widened her eyes; she stared fixedly at Chen Che, not expecting Chen Che to strike with such decisiveness.

The two women subconsciously looked at each other, the same helplessness radiating from their expressions.

Chen Che put away the Lightning Spear, picked up the head of Gu Yuanzong, and stuffed it into Tang Yu'e's arms.

"The big picture is not something I should be considering."

Chen Che stepped past Tang Yu'e and walked away slowly, "To hell with the big picture!"

Tang Yu'e glanced at the head in her arms, then looked at Chen Che's receding back, her mood complex.

"Chen Che!"

Luo Lin suddenly screamed.

Tang Yu'e jolted, dropped the head, and rushed toward Chen Che along with Luo Lin.

Chen Che had only walked a few steps away when he suddenly felt his chest gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and a wave of intense pain spread rapidly through his entire chest cavity like an electric current.

He stood still, bowed his head slightly, and his breathing became rapid and shallow, as if every inhalation required all the strength in his body.

Sweat poured from his forehead and back, sticking coldly to his skin, forming a sharp contrast with the scorching heat inside him.

"Thump... thump..."

His heart gave short but violent beats; the three Ghost Gate Needles originally inserted into his heart slowly pushed out under the pressure of his muscles and fell to the ground.

"Ah..."

Chen Che clutched his heart forcefully, letting out a moan of unbearable pain, and as the Ghost Gate Needles fell away, almost in the blink of an eye, the Great Red Sun Poison spread throughout his body, and spiderweb-like blood vessels bulged from his skin, covering him entirely.

Flickering spots of light began to appear before Chen Che's eyes, his vision blurred, and the whole world seemed to be spinning.

He tried to call for help, but the sound stuck in his throat, emitting only a weak groan. His fingers clawed at his chest, his five fingers sinking into his flesh like hooks, as if he wanted to pull that sense of oppression out of his body.

"Thump... thump!!!!"

The pain became even more intense, as if something were exploding inside his chest cavity, and every heartbeat was accompanied by knife-like agony.

Chen Che's consciousness began to blur; he felt himself slowly sinking, sinking into a bottomless dark abyss.

He wanted to struggle, wanted to escape this endless pain, but his body no longer obeyed his commands. His limbs became heavy, and even lifting a finger became difficult. His heartbeat grew faster and weaker, as if it would stop the next moment.

At the moment his last shred of consciousness was about to vanish, Chen Che felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

He wanted to grab onto something, but could grab nothing. He wanted to shout, but could make no sound. He wanted to breathe, but could not draw in air.

In the end, everything fell into darkness.

"Chen Che!"

"Master!"

"Junior Martial Brother!!"

"Daddy..."

"Brother-in-law..."

"Mr. Chen... Sir!"

"......... thump... thump..."

Chen Che heard the voices of many people—women, men, the old, the young...

But the clearest and most piercing sound was still the heartbeat.

He used all his strength to open his eyes just a crack; many familiar faces were looking at him, all filled with anxiety and worry, calling out over and over again, but Chen Che could no longer hear them clearly; besides the heartbeat, there was only nauseating tinnitus.

The faces before him began to spin, his vision darkened again, and Chen Che weakly closed his eyes once more.

It was unknown how much more time had passed; amidst his hazy consciousness, Chen Che felt himself moving. The oxygen mask on his face was stifling and uncomfortably tight, but his body had no strength at all, making it impossible to remove this annoying thing.

His fingertips trembled; it felt as if someone were holding his hand, and a slight sting came from the back of his hand.

Chen Che was all too familiar with it; that was the feeling of a Ghost Gate Needle piercing the skin; it must be Third Senior Sister helping him treat his wounds...

His head felt so heavy, yet his body felt so light; Chen Che felt as if he were floating in the ocean. The seawater was calm and not cold; instead, it was very hot, like a hot spring.

The rising heat dispelled the discomfort in his body, and Chen Che wanted to soak here forever.

Li Qingyan inserted all thirteen Ghost Gate Needles into Chen Che's acupoints, watching Chen Che as he soaked in the wooden barrel.

Steam rose, yet his complexion remained deathly pale, and the red blood lines crawling across his cheeks were even more hideous and striking.

Li Qingyan's brows trembled, and a flash of suppressed pity crossed her eyes; she turned to look around.

In the room, which combined classical and modern styles, the most stunning women of Xia were gathered.

Besides Li Qingyan, Cheng Kexin, Song Jinhe, Tang Yu'e, and Xie Wanning were also keeping watch here.

They had gathered together for the sake of one man, and that was Chen Che.

The battle with Gu Yuanzong had ended, and the time for Chen Che to use the Ghost Gate Needles to Seal the Great Red Sun Poison had also arrived.

After the ultimate release came the ultimate backlash.

The backlash came with unusual ferocity, and since Chen Che had just gone through a major battle, he simply could not suppress the erosion of the Great Red Sun Poison.

Thus, his senior sisters had brought Chen Che to Beijing at the fastest possible speed.

Because only here were all the conditions met to completely eliminate the Great Red Sun Poison.

"Alright, it's your turn."

Li Qingyan walked to the side and stood still; Cheng Kexin pushed Song Jinhe, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to the side of the wooden barrel.

Song Jinhe first reached out and touched Chen Che's face, her expression moved.

"Slap!"

She took a deep breath, composed her mind, and struck the side of the wooden barrel with her palm.

Her hand seals shifted, and an arcane Array Diagram expanded, hovering above Chen Che's head before slowly shrinking and finally merging into Chen Che's body.

"A medicinal bath brewed with Zhu Yin Grass, the Ghost Gate Needle to seal the acupoints, and an ancient Array to restrain the Great Red Sun Poison..."

Song Jinhe withdrew her hand seals and said, "The method that Third Sister and I previously researched to completely eliminate the Great Red Sun Poison now has all the conditions met, except for the final one."

"This final condition is a Martial Artist with a Yin Cold Body who is at least at the Earth Master Realm. Previously, Su Xiao was here, but her cultivation realm was insufficient, and now she is also..."

Li Qingyan looked at Xie Wanning, "Master Senior Sister, you previously said there was such a person in Beijing; where are they?"

"Creeeak~~"

Before Xie Wanning could reply, the room door opened, a unique fragrant breeze wafted in, and Wu Qingkui walked in with graceful steps.

"Mistress."

The women all turned their heads at once and called out in unison.

Wu Qingkui was barefoot with her hair loose, wearing a pure white silk bathrobe that outlined a voluptuous figure capable of making the peerless beauties present feel ashamed.

She walked straight toward Chen Che, her pair of full, long legs dazzlingly white, and every step she took exuded endless charm.

"You all go out; leave the rest to me."

Wu Qingkui glanced at Chen Che and waved her hand at the others.

The women had varied expressions; they exchanged glances and retreated.

………

Han Family.

"How is it? Is there any news?"

Han Bailing looked at the Li Family Patriarch, Li Shizheng, who had entered the room, and asked hurriedly.

The Li Patriarch sat down opposite the Zhou Patriarch and shook his head: "No news."

"How could there be no news?!"

Zhou Patriarch Zhou Xiangyun looked anxious and said: "It would be one thing if we couldn't get news from Jinling because it's far away, but now that the person has come to Beijing, how could we not find out anything?!"

"Chen Che was escorted from Jinling to Beijing by the Patrol Bureau and the military together, and he went straight to the Forbidden City.

Now the Forbidden City is guarded by both the Patrol Bureau and the Military Department, with Luo Lin and Tang Yu'e personally stationed there; not even a fly can fly in or out."

Li Shizheng spread his hands helplessly: "So, whether the person is dead or has been saved, we can't find out anything."

Han Bailing frowned and said: "If that's the case, then this is going to be difficult."

"Fine, now that Gu Yuanzong is dead, they are going to make a move against us next!"

Zhou Xiangyun tapped the armrest and growled in annoyance.

"I just didn't expect that Gu Yuanzong would actually die at the hands of a green kid; we have underestimated Chen Che's abilities all along."

Han Bailing let out a breath, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

At this moment, a Li Family Bodyguard walked in and whispered something into Li Shizheng's ear.

Li Shizheng raised his eyes and looked at Han Bailing and Zhou Xiangyun: "There is news."

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