Chapter 239: In the end, the whole body will fester and rot to death

Gu Rongjin's sudden appearance caught Pei Yunxi off guard!

She knew how strong he was in combat, and she wasn't so arrogant as to think she could handle Gu Rongjin.

"What are you saying, Young Master? I'm obviously A Zi—don't you want to save the Qilin anymore?" Pei Yunxi strained to imitate A Zi's voice.

Too bad she lacked that ability—how could she possibly imitate it?

As soon as she spoke, she'd surely give herself away, right?

Although she thought that, Pei Yunxi still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping Gu Rongjin wouldn't notice.

Pei Yunxi gave a sneering smile: "Pei Yunxi, do you really think I wouldn't recognize your voice?"

Oh no! He not only realized she wasn't A Zi, but also knew who she was!

"Young Master, I don't know what you're talking about... I caught a wind-cold, that's why my voice sounds weird—it's all your fault!" Pei Yunxi struggled desperately, refusing to admit it.

"Talking more is useless!" Gu Rongjin didn't waste words, launching straight into attack.

Pei Yunxi knew no martial arts at all, panicking to the point she even forgot how to flee; Gu Rongjin's palm wind stung her, and she could see that powerful strike about to hit her.

Pei Yunxi could feel the force in Gu Rongjin's palm, yet the expected excruciating pain didn't come—though his strike had clearly landed on her shoulder, it seemed as if some force was counteracting it.

And that force actually originated from within her own body!

What's going on?

Before Pei Yunxi could make sense of the situation, her body suddenly erupted in heart-rending, split-the-lungs pain—she had no idea where it came from, feeling as if she were about to burst apart.

Gu Rongjin immediately sensed something was wrong; he tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't—some strange force was sucking away his energy!

Evil arts?!

At that moment, a hand reached out, as if forcibly severing a spell, yanking his hand away and cutting off the absorption!

As if suffering a backlash, Gu Rongjin was forced to retreat repeatedly, clutching his chest in disarray.

"Master Yuan Yan!!"

The monk seized that invisible current, forcibly drawing the Attachment Plague from Pei Yunxi's body into himself, then channeled energy to forcibly suppress the plague.

Pei Yunxi felt as if she'd been instantly drained, her whole body wrinkling as she collapsed to the ground, twitching.

The monk rarely furrowed his brow; Gu Rongjin knew he was grappling with something, so he moved to seize Pei Yunxi first—but just then, a black-clad figure swooped down and snatched Pei Yunxi away in one grab!

"Stop!" Gu Rongjin tried to channel his energy, but it wasn't as smooth as usual—even leaping up took effort.

It must have been just then!

Damn it!

Gu Rongjin took a deep breath and regulated his energy flow.

If he hadn't used some internal energy earlier to save Pei Shangnian, he wouldn't be in this state tonight!

"Master Yuan Yan, what on earth is going on? Did you already guess this?" Gu Rongjin approached and asked the monk.

The monk coughed, raised a hand to block Gu Rongjin's approach: "Don't get too close to this humble monk yet."

Gu Rongjin had no choice but to stop.

"Let's talk later," the monk said.

Mu Yuanzhi hadn't expected Gu Rongjin to return so quickly, but seeing his expression she knew things had gone badly—even the monk who came back with him looked far from his usual calm.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Rongjin shook his head: "Ask the Master."

The monk glanced at the Qilin on the sickbed, sat down, took a sip of tea, then slowly said: "Attachment Plague—have you heard of it?"

"Attachment Plague?" Mu Yuanzhi pondered, then said: "I've seen it in ancient texts—a disease that swept the northern regions a thousand years ago, highly contagious, capable of draining a person's essence; those infected ultimately fester and rot to death."

Upon hearing that, Gu Rongjin touched his face: "Oh no, could I have been infected?! I don't want to die such a disgusting death!"

"What's wrong, Rongjin? Don't scare me." Mu Yuanzhi worriedly approached.

Gu Rongjin immediately waved them off: "Stay back, stay back! What if I infect you? Get out, get out, get out!"

This was the first time he'd driven her away like that, avoiding her as if fearing she'd catch something.

"What's happening? Did that A Zi give you this Attachment Plague?" Mu Yuanzhi was utterly bewildered, having no idea what was going on.

The monk said: "It was A Zi who gave Pei Yunxi the Attachment Plague—if I'm not mistaken, she placed it on a skin mask, tricking that fool into wearing it, making Pei Yunxi 'escape,' then continuously draining anyone Pei Yunxi contacted; once A Zi had enough internal energy to break through the Qilin's parasite poison, she'd have nothing to fear, and by then even we might not be a match for her."

Mu Yuanzhi gasped: "She can really control the plague like that?"

"This woman shouldn't be underestimated, but too bad—her clever scheme was thwarted by this humble monk." The monk chuckled.

Gu Rongjin: "Master, are you alright?"

"You don't look like it."

"I do, but once it's resolved I'll be fine."

"How to resolve it?" Mu Yuanzhi asked. "I haven't found a cure in the ancient texts—I thought it was lost."

"Reed Wood Fish Scale Wood giant-veined dragonfly."

Gu Rongjin: "Isn't that the cure for Symbiotic Gu?"

"It's a method to cure all poisons, including Gu arts." The monk said.

"What about the Qilin?" Mu Yuanzhi asked.

"With this humble monk around, the Qilin will be fine." The monk repeated his usual line.

Gu Rongjin: "How do we deal with A Zi? Just leave her be and wait for her to make a comeback?"

Killing intent welled up in his eyes.

"The humble monk has already cut off her source of absorption—she can't take anything now, so there's no need to worry about her; saving the Qilin is urgent." The monk told Mu Yuanzhi: "Please, Miss Mu, personally prepare the medicine—after all, the ingredients are precious."

Mu Yuanzhi nodded: "All right, I'll go now."

At the same moment in the prison, the attachment source snapped— the backlash wounded A Zi's five viscera and six bowels, she painfully curled up in the corner, crying: "Young Master... summon Gu Rongjin!"

The patrolling jailer spat: "You think I, the big boss, would still believe your heresy?!"

He is the jailer who was hypnotized yesterday; fortunately, Young Master Jin didn't pursue it, he can still continue to hold onto his rice bowl here; otherwise he would definitely not let this woman go!

A Zi was in excruciating pain, her whole body trembling.

The jailer, treating it as a show, said: "Don't waste your energy; no matter what tricks you have, they're useless; just peacefully wait to die here!"

A Zi struggled to turn over, coldly staring at the jailer; she was unwilling, not knowing where something had gone wrong, why this had happened.

Her adhesion technique should be flawless!

This is her trump card; how could it possibly be useless?!

Who on earth is causing trouble?!

"I want to see the Young Master!"

"Young Master Jin couldn't be bothered to see you; what are you? You're not even worthy to hold the Young Master's Consort's shoes!"

The jailer's words made A Zi's gaze even colder, like a poisonous snake.

She clenched her palms tightly, resisting the bone-deep pain within her body.