Chapter 343:

The Purple Song Sage bent down to take the porcelain vial handed to him by Yun Qingxue, opened the lid to glance inside, and then tucked it into his sleeve.

“Qingxue, this medicine isn’t right for your condition.”

Yun Qingxue frowned. “Master, but this medicine has indeed helped me!”

“Ah!” The Purple Song Sage sighed deeply again, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

“You’ve just suffered a poison flare-up. Don’t say too much for now. Let your senior brother take you back to rest properly. I will find a way to prepare an antidote for you as soon as possible!”

“Mm.” Yun Qingxue nodded, and Mo Changxing lifted her from the ground.

Yun Qingxue’s face flushed slightly. “Senior Brother, I can walk on my own!”

But Mo Changxing merely frowned slightly and spoke in a coaxing tone, “Be good, Qingxue.”

Yun Qingxue’s face instantly turned even redder.

Even Jin Lin couldn’t help but chime in, “Xuexue, you’re very weak right now. Of course, if you don’t want Senior Brother Changxing to carry you, I can carry you too!”

As soon as Jin Lin finished speaking, he received an unfriendly glare from Mo Changxing.

“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Yun Qingxue said, looking up at Mo Changxing’s strikingly handsome face with a shy smile.

“Take Qingxue back, then come to my residence afterward!” the Purple Song Sage instructed before soaring back to his dwelling on the wind.

Upon hearing the news of Yun Qingxue’s poisoning, Yun Ye rushed to Luoyun Mountain at once.

“How could this happen! How could Qingxue be poisoned with something so vile?” Yun Ye entered without formalities, cutting straight to the point.

The Purple Song Sage sighed heavily again. “We were careless! You know that while the Locking Frost poison is ruthless and potent, its greatest flaw is how difficult it is to refine and how long it takes to administer.

For Qingxue to be poisoned this deeply, someone must have been dosing her little by little since she was very young, accumulating over the years to reach this state!”

“Since she was very young?!” Yun Ye mulled over the Purple Song Sage’s words before asking, “Are you saying Qingxue has been poisoned for many years?”

“Yes.” The Purple Song Sage nodded gravely and handed Yun Ye the vial he had taken back from Yun Qingxue earlier.

Yun Ye took it suspiciously. “What is this?”

The Purple Song Sage only replied solemnly, “See for yourself.”

Yun Ye took the vial and opened it, finding seven or eight brown pills inside. He poured one out and sniffed it carefully for a long time before his expression abruptly changed.

“Where did this medicine come from?” he demanded.

“Earlier, Qingxue mentioned feeling unwell and unable to cultivate. I examined her pulse but found nothing unusual, so I assumed it was due to her rapid progress in cultivation straining her body. I hurried to the Flora Clan and consulted Lan Xin about Qingxue’s condition.

Lan Xin shared my view and gave me this vial of medicine.

It’s my fault for not inspecting it more carefully—I only glanced at it briefly, thought it was fine, and gave it to Qingxue. It wasn’t until today, when the Beast King Cang Yan confronted her and the duel drained her energy, triggering the poison, that I realized she had been poisoned!”

“You’re saying… this medicine was given to you by Lan Xin, the Second Elder of the Flora Clan?” Yun Ye’s face twisted as he held the vial.

The Purple Song Sage nodded heavily. “Though I dislike suspecting an ally, Lan Xin is indeed highly suspect in Qingxue’s poisoning!”

“Damn it!” Yun Ye clenched his fists inside his sleeves, veins bulging on his face as he gritted his teeth. “I’ll go confront Lan Xin myself! If it’s really her, I’ll tear her to pieces!”

“Yun Ye!” The Purple Song Sage stopped him. “Right now, our priority is finding an antidote for Qingxue!

The Locking Frost poison is hard to administer, but even harder to cure!”

“That’s exactly why I’m going—to get the antidote for my daughter!” Yun Ye glared at the Purple Song Sage. “You recognized the poison as Locking Frost, but this is a secret formula of the Flora Clan. Do you know the antidote?”

“But if Lan Xin has truly betrayed us, confronting her now will only make it harder to get the antidote formula!” the Purple Song Sage argued, frowning.

For the first time, Yun Ye lost his composure and slammed his fist onto the table in the room.

The table shattered into dust.

“Qingxue is the only daughter Xuechen and I had. No matter what, I won’t let anything else happen to her!

If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll bathe the world in blood!”

“I understand how you feel! Though Qingxue isn’t my blood, Xuechen entrusted her to me on her deathbed, making me promise to guide her well after her soul returned.

Now, to learn she’s been poisoned all along—if anything happens to her, I’ve failed Xuechen’s dying wish…

Failed your trust!

So our first priority must be obtaining the Flora Clan’s secret antidote for Locking Frost!”

“I want to see my daughter…” Yun Ye’s voice was bleak.

Qingxue had been born prematurely, losing her mother the moment she entered the world. To protect her from being hunted down with him, Yun Ye had painfully allowed the late Flora Clan elder Ning Zi to take her away.

To better conceal Qingxue’s identity, he adopted Yun Sisi as a decoy. For years, he dared not visit his daughter, not even secretly, fearing the ever-watchful eyes of their enemy would discover the truth.

Both he and the Purple Song Sage had believed that even if Qingxue wasn’t doted on in the Flora Clan, the loyal guardians around her would keep her safe.

Yet now, it seemed his daughter might have been slowly poisoned from the moment she returned to the Flora Clan.

The realization felt like a knife twisting in Yun Ye’s heart.

“Changxing and Jin Lin have taken Qingxue back to rest. She’s stable for now,” the Purple Song Sage said with a sigh. “Yun Ye, I share your worry and guilt over Qingxue’s condition.

But now more than ever, we mustn’t lose our composure! Remember, Huan Tian’s eyes are everywhere, watching us!

So… even though Qingxue is in danger, you mustn’t show her too much open affection!”

Yun Ye closed his eyes in agony. The pain of a broken family, of being unable to acknowledge his own child, filled him with a desire to destroy everything.

He took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself before saying, “I understand…”

Seeing Yun Ye calm slightly, the Purple Song Sage relaxed a little.

“Master.”

“Master, Father.” Just then, Jin Lin and Mo Changxing arrived as agreed after settling Yun Qingxue.

“How is Qingxue?” Yun Ye asked Mo Changxing immediately.

“She’s better now and has just fallen asleep,” Mo Changxing replied promptly before turning to the Purple Song Sage. “Master, do you have a way to treat Qingxue?”

The Purple Song Sage shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. “No. That’s why I called you here to discuss it.”