Chapter 588 Sending Letters
At this moment, the sound of weapons clashing and cursing outside the door gradually approached.

"Master, these people from the Shennong Gang are really too bullying. More than a dozen of our fellow disciples have been injured by them..."

"If this continues, I'm afraid it will be hard to resist!"

Several disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect rushed in, their weapons stained with blood, their voices filled with panic and worry.

"Brothers, is the leader okay?"

There was also shouting outside, obviously asking about the two Shennong Gang disciples who came with Sikong Xuan in the questioning room.

In fact, the two Shennong Gang disciples had been guarding outside the hall on orders. They had just fought with several members of the Wuliang Sword Sect who had rushed over. However, they were outnumbered after all, so they retreated a little for the time being. They had no idea what was happening inside the hall at the moment.

When Sikong Xuan heard the disciples' shouts outside, his face lit up with joy, then darkened again. He was uncertain for a moment, and finally turned to look at Zuo Zimu not far away: "Master Zuo, how about we put aside the grudges between our two sects for now?"

No matter what, your own life is the most important.

Originally, he planned to destroy the Wuliang Sword Sect today, but unexpectedly he was poisoned by the lightning marten. If he insisted on using force, he would be afraid that his life would be in danger.

When the internal energy is running, the poison will spread faster. Even if you could originally live for three to five days, after a fight, you may die in a day or two.

Zuo Zimu's face was not looking good either. He had no choice but to nod and say, "Well, if that's the case, why don't you ask your disciples outside to stop first? I'll call a female disciple over to search the girl's body. Maybe the antidote is on her."

Sikong Xuan nodded, said nothing more, and walked out.

Soon, the sound of fighting outside stopped.

Zuo Zimu put a sword on Zhong Ling's neck and at the same time, he used his fingers like swords to tap her body several times, locking her acupoints.

The electric marten was a small animal after all. Without its master's orders, it returned to its timid nature. It jumped out in fear, climbed up a nearby pillar, and then climbed onto the beam.

After a few flashes, the figure disappeared.

"You bad old man, what do you want to do? If my father knew about this, he would beat you to a pulp!"

Zhong Ling was so anxious that her eyes were covered with mist, but she could no longer move at all.

"Master Zuo, don't act recklessly!"

Duan Yu wanted to rush forward, but was firmly restrained by several disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect and could only shout angrily.

"Girl, you are full of tricks. I cannot believe you. Let my female disciples search your body to see if you have the antidote!"

While Zuo Zimu was speaking, he ordered someone to call over a female disciple.

At this time, Sikong Xuan also walked in with a female disciple and said indifferently: "My disciple will also be searched. Is that okay with Sect Leader Zuo?"

However, he was afraid that Zuo Zimu would secretly tell his disciples to say that they didn't have the antidote even if they found it. He was afraid that the antidote would be hidden and not given to him.

"Humph."

Zuo Zimu snorted, but didn't say much.

Two female disciples stepped forward, each holding Zhong Ling, whose acupoints were pressed, and went to the inner room.

"You bad guys, how dare you do this to me? My father will not let you off easily!" Zhong Ling couldn't help but scream.

After a while, she was carried out of the inner room by two people. Except for a few tear marks on her cheeks, she seemed to have calmed down.

"Master, all the things this girl has are here."

"Master, from my perspective, I'm afraid there is no antidote for the lightning marten poison."

The two female disciples placed a brocade handkerchief wrapped with something on the ground not far away, and then spoke.

When the brocade handkerchief was spread out, there were several pieces of jewelry and a few porcelain bottles on it.

Zuo Zimu and Sikong Xuan stepped forward at the same time, each took a few porcelain bottles and began to examine them.

Both of them are veterans in the martial arts world. Although they have never seen the antidote for the lightning marten, they can tell the medicinal properties.

Especially Sikong Xuan. The Shennong Gang was an expert in medicine. After a quick identification, they realized that there was no antidote for the lightning marten in these porcelain bottles.

"You two old scoundrels, I told you long ago that I didn't have the antidote with me and that I had to get it from my father, but you didn't believe me and humiliated me like this!"

Zhong Ling's face was still tearful, but she gritted her teeth as she spoke, showing her extreme resentment.

"You two are martial arts masters after all. Bullying a little girl like this is too much! If this gets out, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by your fellow martial artists?"

Although Duan Yu's hands and feet were controlled and he was hit more than once or twice on his face and body, he still refused to give in and kept shouting and cursing loudly.

Although he has a kind nature and has listened to lectures by eminent monks since he was young, he always has compassion in his heart.

However, when dealing with those evil and shameless people, he is also a person who hates evil and would rather break his will than bend.

"You were beaten by them? Does it hurt?"

Zhong Ling then noticed that Duan Yu's fair and handsome face had been swollen like a steamed bun, with two streaks of blood on his nostrils, obviously he had been severely beaten.

She had always been fond of Duan Yu's upright behavior, and on top of that, he was also extremely handsome. Now he was brutally beaten for seeking justice for her, and she couldn't help but feel a little distressed for a moment.

The most important thing is that the two of them can now be considered friends in need.

"Don't worry, young lady. I am only injured in the flesh. It won't cause any trouble."

Duan Yu was a man who was gentle to the core when he treated women. When he heard Zhong Ling's caring words, he suddenly felt that the pain in his body was alleviated a lot, and his heart was even warmer.

"Little girl, who is your father? Where can I find him?"

Sikong Xuan casually threw away the porcelain bottles, turned around and stared at Zhong Ling with a cold gaze.

Zuo Zimu's eyes also turned over.

"If I tell you my father's name, you will be scared to death!" Zhong Ling said angrily.

Zuo Zimu's eyes were dark and murderous, and he asked in a cold voice: "Let me ask you, how many days can one usually live after being poisoned by the lightning marten?"

This question hit the nail on the head. Sikong Xuan no longer asked about the identity of Zhong Ling's father, but stared into her eyes.

Zhong Ling was a little girl after all. She was aroused by the murderous intent of the two men and was a little scared. She stammered, "My father said that I could probably live for six or seven days... You two have good internal strength, so I think you should be able to live a few more days."

"In that case, take me to your father immediately and let him detoxify us!"

Zuo Zimu said anxiously.

"That won't do! My father has clearly stated that anyone who dares to step into my valley will be killed."

Zhong Ling shook her head like a rattle.

"There are such weird rules?"

"He has the ability to cure the poison of the lightning marten, and his actions are so strange. I'm afraid this little girl's father is not an easy person to deal with!"

Sikong Xuan and Zuo Zimu had their own plans in mind, but after much thought, they did not dare to tie up Zhong Ling and take the risk of going directly to her home.

The two were already poisoned and were not fit to travel. Even if they arrived at Zhong Ling's house, with their poisoned bodies, they were not confident that they could be a match for Zhong Ling's father.

By then, I'm afraid I'll be walking into a trap and die faster than the poison.

Moreover, Sikong Xuan had other concerns. He was on a mission ordered by the Child-Fairy in Heaven to snatch the Wuliang Jade Disk from the Wuliang Sword Sect. If he left without accomplishing his mission, he would probably die an even more miserable death.

Considering the pain he would feel when the Life and Death Talisman took effect, he would rather die immediately.

"I think this is the way to go," Zhong Ling thought for a moment and spoke again, "You let me write a letter to Dad, asking him to come and save you, but you have to send someone who is not afraid of death to deliver the letter."

When she said this, the disciples of Shennong Gang and Wuliang Sword Sect in the hall couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

He was afraid that he would be chosen by his own leader to do the job of delivering letters.

After all, it is said to be sending a letter, but in fact it is no different from sending oneself to death.

Sikong Xuan glanced at Duan Yu who was being held down by the crowd behind him and sneered, "I'll just ask this guy to go, why should I choose someone else?"

Zhong Ling suddenly became anxious and said hurriedly: "That won't do! Whoever enters my valley will die. I don't want him to die, you can't let him go!"

Sikong Xuan said gloomily, "If he can't die, does that mean my disciples should die? Come, give them both a dose of Broken Heart Powder, a seven-day supply!"

"Yes!"

The disciples of both sects breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and the disciples of Shennong Sect stepped forward without hesitation upon hearing this.

Some of them walked to Duan Yu, and some came to Zhong Ling, each holding a porcelain bottle in their hands.

He then opened the bottle stopper and forced the powdered medicine into the two men's mouths.

"This Heartbreak Powder will take effect in seven days, and you will die of your intestines being torn into pieces. Boy, quickly go get the antidote for the mink poison, and ask her father to come here to remove the poison for me. If you can come back within seven days, I will detoxify you two. Otherwise... humph!"

Sikong Xuan snorted coldly, the cruelty in his words was self-evident.

"How could the old man be so shameless as to bully a little girl like this! In the future, everyone in the martial arts world will know about this and will say that the reputation of the leader of the Shennong Clan, Sikong, has been ruined and his behavior is despicable and shameless."

Zhong Ling was angry and scared, she felt so bitter and couldn't help crying again:
Sikong Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned to look at Duan Yu.

"Little brother, we have no grudges in the past or in the present, and I really don't want to harm you. It's just that my life is at stake, so I have no choice but to do this. As long as you can bring someone to detoxify me on time, I will not harm you."

He was asking for help at this moment, so he was naturally more polite in his words.

There was also anger in Duan Yu's eyes, but although he could disregard his own life, he could not ignore the life and death of the little girl Zhong Ling.

Seeing Zhong Ling's tearful look, he said without hesitation, "Let's go! Miss, your father will know that I am going to report to you and ask for help, so I don't think he will kill me."

Zhong Ling was delighted when she heard this and said, "I got it! I'll teach you a way to save your life. When you see my father, don't tell him where I am. He will definitely not harm you in order to find me. But after you bring him here, you must run away immediately, otherwise it will be even worse."

Seeing Duan Yu so courageous and willing to risk his life for a stranger like her, she was deeply moved.

Duan Yu nodded and smiled: "Miss, you are really smart. This method should be able to save my life."

Zhong Ling turned to Sikong Xuan and said, "Boss Sikong, this big brother ran away as soon as he arrived. How can you give him the antidote for the Heartbreak Powder?"

This girl is really meticulous. She still remembers this point now.

"This is easy. Sect Leader Sikong can send someone to get the antidote in advance and wait under the tree over there. Once he escapes under the tree, we can get the antidote."

Zuo Zimu, who had been silent for a long time, pointed to a huge tree about a hundred feet outside the hall and spoke.

"Okay." Sikong Xuan nodded in agreement.

"Your name is Duan Yu, right? My last name is Zhong, and my given name is Zhong Ling."

Zhong Ling looked at Duan Yu with tears in her eyes and suddenly said.

Apparently, she had heard Duan Yu's name when he introduced himself to Chai Xin just now.

Duan Yu felt even more pity for her when he saw her like this, and said softly, "Miss Zhong, don't be afraid. Don't worry, I will definitely call your father to come and save you."

"Miss Zhong, don't write any more letters. Just take a token and let Brother Duan take it to report the news! Go and invite the people back quickly. You two little kids, even if you want to be husband and wife, there is still a long way to go!"

Sikong Xuan was getting a little impatient.

Duan Yu and Zhong Ling were so delighted by his words that they almost forgot that they were in danger.

"Brother Duan, you might as well take off my shoes. My father and mother will recognize them at a glance."

Zhong Ling spoke in a soft voice, apparently a little embarrassed.

Zuo Zimu waved his hand lightly, and the disciples released Duan Yu.

Duan Yu walked forward and took off Zhong Ling's embroidered shoes as he was told. Looking at the pair of crystal clear jade-like little feet, his heart was moved.

Sikong Xuan said, "Don't delay any longer, go as soon as possible and return as soon as possible. Our lives are at stake. If we delay any longer, we will all perish together. Miss Zhong, how many days will it take to go back from here to your residence?"

Zhong Ling replied: "Two days at the fastest, four days at the most, which is enough for a round trip."

Sikong Xuan and Zuo Zimu felt relieved after hearing this, and urged in unison: "Go quickly!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I still need to tell Brother Duan the way, and he has never been to my house! You all should move away and don't eavesdrop!" Zhong Ling said angrily.

Sikong Xuan and Zuo Zimu had no choice but to retreat to the palace gate with the other disciples.

Zhong Ling told Duan Yu the way home and some secret codes for entering the valley, and then reminded him: "You'd better go see my mother first and tell her the whole story. Then let her tell my father, and maybe you won't have to worry about your life."

Duan Yu had sharp ears and eyes, and his memory was always good. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, Miss Zhong. I will definitely invite your father to come."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to walk out.

After he took a few steps, Zhong Ling seemed to remember something and suddenly said anxiously: "Hey, Brother Duan, don't say you believe in Duan!"

Duan Yu turned back again, a little confused after hearing this, and asked in astonishment: "What?"

Zhong Ling said: "In any case, don't say your last name is Duan. My father once had an enemy named Duan. If he knew your last name was Duan, it might cause trouble."

"Okay, I remember."

Duan Yu nodded in agreement, then turned around and walked out again.

"Brother Duan, please don't waste any more time. Our lives depend on you!"

"Go quickly and come back quickly, don't delay!"

Sikong Xuan and Zuo Zimu spoke one after another.

"Don't worry. Even though I don't care about your lives, I can't bear to see Miss Zhong die."

Duan Yu didn't even look at the two of them, strode out of the hall and went down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)