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Chapters 721-730

Chapter 721: Walk a dog long enough and you can tie him up

Since Long Feiye avoided the sword sect master's gaze, he had no choice but to interact with Han Yunxi himself. Of course he was thrilled to see Cang Qiuzi suffer, but there was moderation for all things. Suppose the man really did die here today? Then his efforts to marginalize the chaos from earlier would have all been for naught.

After all, Cang Qiuzi might be at the top of Celestial Mountain, but there were plenty of renegades lurking below. The sword sect master didn't want these peaceful peaks to devolve into internal strife. As he prepared to speak, Duanmu Yao suddenly broke into sobs. "Master, senior brother, won't you save Martial Uncle Cang? This was all my fault, and Martial Uncle Cang's suffering because of me. Yao Yao is willing to accept the punishment in Martial Uncle Cang's place. If it really is pain for three days and three nights, Yao Yao will accept it for him as well."

Duanmu Yao would rather Cang Qiuzi drop dead, but why was she begging for mercy now? Naturally, because the man himself had shot her a warning glance a few seconds earlier. She had no other choice but to beg!

Even so, she hoped in her heart that Long Feiye would remain unmoving, and that Han Yunxi would refuse to yield an inch. She never thought that the day would come when her arrogant self would place all her hopes on Han Yunxi instead.

Is this what you call losing? In the end, Duanmu Yao had lost the last remnants of her pride and backbone.

Seeing Duanmu Yao's tears turned the sword sect master impatient again. Coldly he declared, "Han Yunxi, you were the one who poisoned him. No matter what, you have to cure it! You have no right to do as you like atop Celestial Mountain!"

Han Yunxi was helpless. "Senior sword sect master, there really is no cure for that poison. Moreover, even anaesthetics won't numb the pain. The only solution is to have him forget the sensation of pain itself."

"Forget? Han Yunxi, do you–do you take me to be a three-year-old child?" Cang Qiuzi fumed.

Han Yunxi was quick to clarify. "Actually, you can get rid of this poison even if it doesn't have an antidote. Forgetting about it is the way to its cure. Naturally, there are methods to accomplish that."

If this was any other day, Cang Qiuzi wouldn't believe Han Yunxi a whit, but he was close to going insane from the pain. Harboring a hint of hope in his heart, he cried, "What's the method, hurry up and say it!"

Han Yunxi began to prevaricate. "This...Elder Cang, the solution is actually...well, aiya, Elder Cang, how are you supposed to let me tell you?"

"Say it like it is!" the sword sect master had finally lost all patience.

Han Yunxi gave him an innocent look before saying in a rather pitiable voice, "The more the victim focuses on the source of poison–the stomach–the stronger the pain they'll feel. If Elder Cang was calm enough of heart to sit in deep meditation until autohypnosis kicked in, you'll forget about it naturally."

Long Feiye, the sword sect elder, and Duanmu Yao all thought these words made sense. Deep meditation allowed one's consciousness to drift, which was easy enough for practitioners of martial arts. But Cang Qiuzi only wanted to take off his shoe and hit Han Yunxi to death. Nobody could understand such a situation without experiencing it for themselves, after all. If even professional mercenaries died from the pain, how was he supposed to ignore it just like that? He'd been forcing himself to hold on ever since entering the hall, but now he was approaching his limit.

"If I could ignore it...would...would this old man need to waste more time here?" Cang Qiuzi's attitude took a turn for the worse. "Han Yunxi, are you handing over the antidote or not?"