Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

The poison is hard to cureXiao Feng seemed to have heard a huge joke and sneered, ”You can resort to any means for profit? You can learn these schemes and tricks? This is the code of conduct for your Ming Cult? Then I’m truly enlightened!”

”Xiao Feng, you...” The High Priest was clearly enraged.

”High Priest! Stop talking!”

Su Xueqing suddenly raised her hand, interrupting the High Priest.

Her hand trembled slightly, and her face was full of struggle and pain.

She looked at Xiao Feng, her eyes complex, containing both grievance and a hint of guilt.

Xiao Feng took a deep look at Su Xueqing, his eyes seeming to say ’you know what you’re doing’, then shook his head, his face showing an expression that he couldn’t be bothered to waste words with them.

He no longer paid attention to the two people inside the hall, turned directly, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

He now only wanted to go see someone else.

Passing through several corridors, the sandalwood scent filling the air was gradually replaced by a faint smell of herbs.

Xiao Feng pushed open a simple wooden door and walked in.

The room was not big, the furnishings were simple, and the light was soft.

Zhao Yuwei was leaning against the headboard, her face still a bit pale, but her complexion was significantly better than when Xiao Feng had left earlier.

Hearing the sound of the door, she subconsciously looked up. When she saw that the person who came in was Xiao Feng, her originally dim eyes instantly lit up, as if injected with starlight.

”Xiao... Xiao Feng!”

Zhao Yuwei’s voice was filled with surprise and a slight choke. Her eyes quickly turned red, and tears rolled down without warning. She cried tears of joy, ”You... you’re back...”

She struggled, wanting to sit up straight.

Xiao Feng took a few steps forward, pressed her shoulders, and said softly, ”Don’t move, lie down properly.”

He sat by the bed, looking at her pale but joyful face, feeling a little relieved.

However, just as his gaze moved down and landed on Zhao Yuwei’s wrist outside the covers, his pupils suddenly contracted!

He saw that on her originally smooth wrist, at some point, a circle of fine black lines had appeared, like some strange tattoo, or like traces of spreading poison, looking particularly harsh under the pale skin!

”Zhao Yuwei! What’s going on?!”

Xiao Feng’s voice suddenly rose, carrying unbelievable shock and a hint of imperceptible panic.

He carefully held her wrist, his fingertips feeling the cold touch of the lines under her skin, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

This thing is definitely not good!

Zhao Yuwei followed his gaze to look at her own wrist, her eyes dimming. Her original joy was covered by a layer of gloom.

She weakly pulled at the corners of her mouth, trying to show a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

”It... it started appearing a few days ago...”

Her voice was very soft, carrying a sense of resigned helplessness, ”The Ming Cult doctor came to see me... He said... he said I was poisoned...”

”Poisoned?” Xiao Feng’s heart clenched violently, ”What poison? How did you get poisoned? Who did it?!”

Zhao Yuwei gently shook her head, her eyes blank, ”The doctor couldn’t say clearly what kind of poison it was, only that... it’s very difficult to cure... As for how I got it... I don’t know either...”

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling, casting a shadow. Her voice became even lower, carrying a hint of heartbreaking despair.

”Xiao Feng, perhaps... perhaps this is my fate... Please don’t... don’t worry about me...”

Her fingers curled up unconsciously, as if wanting to hide the glaring black lines.

”Nonsense! What damn fate!”

Xiao Feng suddenly stood up and paced anxiously back and forth in the small room, the floor creaking under his feet, ”I don’t believe in this evil! I’ll go ask the doctor clearly! He must have a way!”

He turned to rush out, but was grabbed by the sleeve by a cold little hand.

The force wasn’t strong, but it made him stop in his tracks instantly.

”Xiao Feng... don’t... don’t go...”

Zhao Yuwei looked up with her pale little face, tears filling her eyes again. Her voice was tearful, as fragile as a candle in the wind, ”The doctor... the doctor... he said...”

Xiao Feng turned his head and looked at her tearful appearance, feeling intense heartache. His tone couldn’t help but soften, ”What did he say? Zhao Yuwei, tell me, what exactly is going on?”

Zhao Yuwei bit her lower lip, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. After a long while, she finally uttered a few words with difficulty, ”He said... the only way... is... is to exchange lives...”

”Exchange lives?!” Xiao Feng’s pupils contracted, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, ”What do you mean?”

”It’s... using someone else’s life... to exchange for mine...”

Zhao Yuwei’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. Her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Xiao Feng’s eyes, ”Xiao Feng... I don’t want to... I don’t want to... I don’t want to implicate anyone... really...”

She shook her head vigorously, tears rolling down and dripping onto the quilt, spreading into a small dark patch, ”This is probably... my fate... Please don’t bother with me... I beg you...”

Seeing her resigned appearance, waiting for death, Xiao Feng felt a surge of unnamed anger rush to his head, but more than that, it was a heart-wrenching pain and pity.

He suddenly squatted down, grabbing Zhao Yuwei’s thin shoulders forcefully with both hands, forcing her to look at him.

”Nonsense!” His voice was low but carried undeniable power, ”With me here, there’s no such thing as damn fate! Listen, Zhao Yuwei!”

He said clearly, word by word, ”I will never let you die! Never! In this world, no one can decide your life and death, except yourself! That includes the heavens!”

His gaze was burning, full of unquestionable determination, and a hint of deep-seated pain and affection that even he himself hadn’t fully noticed.

Zhao Yuwei was stunned by his appearance, and for a moment forgot to cry, just staring at him blankly.

”I will definitely find a way to save you! Definitely!”

Xiao Feng said decisively, his tone carrying a desperate resolve.

He released his hands and gently stroked her cheek. His movements were gentle, but his eyes were still as firm as iron, ”You rest well and wait for me to come back!”

After speaking, he no longer hesitated, suddenly stood up, and rushed out of the room with long strides.

He now had no time to care about any damn High Priest, any damn Ming Cult interests. He had only one thought in his mind: save Zhao Yuwei!

Passing through several corridors filled with the smell of herbs, the air became increasingly dense, carrying a hint of bitterness.

Following his memory, Xiao Feng went directly to the hut where the Ming Cult doctor was located.

He didn’t even knock, but pushed open the simple wooden door.

The light in the room was a bit dim. Shelves against the wall were filled with various bottles and jars and dried herbs. The air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

the old man, with white hair and beard and wearing a linen robe, was sitting at a table, carefully flipping through a yellowed medical book under a dim oil lamp.