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第两千六百七十六章 回天之术

Originally, her plan was correct. Who would have thought that Lin Xuan could turn the tide and save his fellow sect members from such a dire situation?

It wasn't bad to avoid falling into decline; however, at this moment, the aftereffects of the poison she had suppressed with a temporary measure began to erupt like a venomous beast, uncontrollably.

She hadn’t expected to still be alive at this time. Given her current state, she was unprepared for such a situation. Without caution, that poison had invaded her lungs and meridians, spreading toxins throughout her body. Now all of her essence energy was concentrated in the dantian, as the core of one’s physical form and source of qi; even the yuan baby resided there.

If this place were to fall, invaded by the poison, it would be a disaster beyond recovery for her.

Hearing the girl's description, the young man with the dragon surname was extremely anxious. However, each had their expertise. Although he was an immensely powerful being at the Shen Shi stage, his cultivation method left him clueless about toxins.

His anxiety did not help in any way.

The other disciples, though a few were somewhat familiar with poisons due to their cultivation level, were powerless against the toxins used by a Shen Shi existence. They could only sit and worry.

How despicable!

Was she really going to watch her senior sister fall?

The young man with the dragon surname was filled with hatred but had no solution. He was like an ant on a hot pan when suddenly he heard the disciples outside erupting in loud cheers.

The young man with the dragon surname could not help but become furious. His senior sister's life hung by a thread, yet those disciples were still carelessly rejoicing. Compared to his current mood, their cheers were incredibly irritating.

With great anger, he rushed out like a whirlwind, about to scold them. However, who could control their emotions if they were in his position? Even a Shen Shi cultivator couldn't remain calm all the time.

Before he could even speak, the disciples' cheers reached his ears. The content of their cries varied but clearly expressed extreme joy:

"Junior disciple pays homage to Senior Master Lin."

"Senior Master's divine power is unparalleled and shakes the three realms."

"Thank you for saving my life, I will risk boiling water and fire to repay your great kindness."

At the foot of the small valley where she was recuperating, the Cloud Concealment Sect disciples had already knelt in a sea of people. Their expressions were filled with excitement and admiration. In their minds, Lin Xuan was almost like a god. Even if the founder of the Cloud Concealment Sect were to return, his reputation would not surpass that of Lin Xuan.

Such statements were absolutely without exaggeration—Lin Xuan's performance was always so extraordinary that it could shock heaven and earth.

The young man with the dragon surname saw all this but did not care. Although he too was a senior elder, his reputation was much lower than Lin Xuan’s. He had no jealousy at all.

Because everything Lin Xuan had achieved was rightfully his—saving the sect from peril several times, even if it meant saving him, such a fellow disciple would be a great fortune for the sect. The young man with the dragon surname was not someone who did not know gratitude; how could he envy or resent?

On the contrary, when Lin Xuan arrived here, the young man’s expression was one of extreme excitement, as if a drowning person had suddenly grabbed a lifeline.

This metaphor might be inappropriate, but his feelings were indeed like that. His senior sister was poisoned, and he was at a loss for what to do. The arrival of Senior Disciple Lin was surely divine intervention. In his mind, Lin Xuan was almost omnipotent.

That poison, though extremely cunning, would definitely be resolved by Senior Disciple Lin.

Such confidence had no basis, but the young man with the dragon surname firmly believed it.

Overjoyed, he paid no attention to formalities and pulled Lin Xuan forward: "Junior Disciple Lin, you came just in time. Follow me."

Before his words were finished, he dragged Lin Xuan towards the depths of the valley without hesitation.

This action left Lin Xuan bewildered. His senior brother was usually polite and steady; what had happened today?

He was still full of confusion.

However, the incident was sudden, and Lin Xuan knew there must be something strange.

Despite his trust in this elder brother, he said nothing and followed him into the depths of the valley.

For them, such a distance was covered instantly.

Soon, Lin Xuan arrived at the cave where they were staying. The environment was simple, with just some stone tables and chairs.

Lin Xuan paid no mind to it; the pale face of the silver-eyed girl appeared before his eyes.

"Senior Sister, look who I brought."

The young man with the dragon surname's voice was filled with excitement as he turned around, clearly showing hope on his face: "Junior Disciple Lin, please take a look. Senior Sister is severely poisoned and has already invaded her lungs; she can barely hold on."

"Poison?"

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the left arm of the silver-eyed girl, which was severed at the shoulder and missing.

Although the bleeding had stopped from the wound,

it was a sickly gray color with an unusual sweet scent emanating from it.

Sure enough, this was a poison.

And what a strange one!

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as his expression turned very serious.

"How is it, Junior Disciple? Can you save her?"

The young man with the dragon surname’s anxious voice entered Lin Xuan’s ears. Unlike him, they had been fellow disciples since childhood, learning together and growing up side by side for tens of thousands of years. Their bond was incredibly deep.

With any hope, he did not want to see his senior sister suffer. He focused intently on Lin Xuan, hoping to hear the words "save" from his mouth.

In just a few breaths, it felt like an eternity in his perception.

Lin Xuan’s feelings toward this girl were naturally far less than those of the young man with the dragon surname. Since joining the Cloud Concealment Sect, she had treated him kindly. Now that she was poisoned, he could not ignore her; within his capabilities, he must do his best to save her.

He closed his eyes and released his divine sense to examine the wound on the silver-eyed girl.

In a short while, it took only a cup of tea for Lin Xuan to raise his head again.

"Ah!"

A sigh escaped him.

This sigh made the young man with the dragon surname extremely anxious. His heart almost leaped out of his throat.

"How is it? Is Senior Sister beyond saving?"

His voice even carried a hint of sobs.

"No."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Senior Brother, don’t worry. Although Senior Sister’s poison injury is severe, as long as it hasn't entered the dantian, Lin has methods to save her."

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