"Why do you want to know this?" Zi Void Daoist harbored some doubts in his heart, and a possibility suddenly flashed in their mind. Could it be that they consumed the bottle of soul soup at that time?
"You don't need to know why. Just answer the main seat's question. But before you answer, the sub-virtual Daoist can think twice about it," Mu Yunxuan said casually, but his face carried a warning.
With just a glance, Zi Void Daoist understood Mu Yunxuan's meaning. Although they wanted to keep this information to themselves, Mu Yunxuan's warning made them feel like a pawn on a chessboard, waiting to be slaughtered.
"It is indeed poisonous. It is made from a poisonous toad demon beast's toxin, mixed with love flowers and spirit grass to create the soul soup. It is used during the ancient Wu family's custom of underworld marriage."
Love Flower Spirit Grass? A trace of anger flashed in Su Zimo's eyes. That love flower spirit grass had an aphrodisiac effect. No wonder Mu Yunxuan...
"The antidote," Mu Yunxuan's eyes flickered with killing intent, and his voice turned even colder.
"There is no antidote," Zi Void Daoist quickly replied without hesitation. Throughout history, no one had studied the antidote for soul restoration.
"It's the antidote," Su Zimo didn't go back on her word. She sent the antidote into the prison, knowing that there was no need to ask further. She turned around and left.
Mu Yunxuan glanced coldly at Zi Void Daoist and also turned to leave.
Until the two of them were out of sight.
Zi Qiu Daoist picked up the antidote from the ground.
"Water, drink it. Drink it, and you won't be in pain," he said to Ling Qiushui.
Ling Qiushui hesitated and looked sharply at the porcelain bottle in Zi Qiu Daoist's hands.
"Dad, do you think that person will really be kind enough to give Shui Er the antidote?"
After speaking, Ling Qiushui bit her lower lip firmly.
She, Ling Qiushui, had fallen into this situation. Arranged by her father since childhood, she became the Palace Master of the Underworld Witch Palace, possessing her own power in the border of the witch clan, enjoying the glory and wealth that others couldn't obtain. Was it really worth it to fall to this point for a man who didn't have his own eyes? Ling Qiushui couldn't help but question herself.
"Shui'er, we have no choice but to believe them now," Zi Void Daoist said as he opened the cork. A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, bringing joy to his heart.
"Shui'er, this is the antidote for bone-eroding grass. Drink it quickly. Once you drink it, the pain will disappear," Zi Qiu Daoist said with excitement.
"Hmm!" Ling Qiushui trusted no one more than her own father. She took the antidote and drank it all.
Since the day she was rescued by her father and locked up in this dungeon by Mu Yunxuan, she had been tormented by Su Zimo's bone-eroding grass poison. The pain was like thousands of ants gnawing at her heart, making her wish for death.
"Daddy, why do they want to know about the poison in the soul soup?" After taking the antidote, Ling Qiushui felt the pain in her body slowly subsiding, and her heart felt relieved.
Su Zimo, as long as I, Ling Qiushui, have a chance to escape from this dungeon, it will be your time to die.
Ling Qiushui's eyes glimmered with malice. The man she couldn't possess would bring misery to others.
"Daddy doesn't know. Daddy just arrived in the capital of the Haoyue Kingdom and heard about what happened to you."
"Could it be Mu Yunxuan's daughter?" Ling Qiushui suddenly remembered the sick girl. She regretted being lenient and not killing her earlier. She should have been resolute and made Su Zimo suffer for a lifetime.
"Yun Xuan's daughter?" Zi Void Daoist pondered for a moment. "It's highly possible. The poison of the poisonous toad might indeed be inherited." A gleam of light quickly flashed in Zi Void Daoist's cloudy eyes.
"We missed a good opportunity just now. Regardless, if it's Mu Yunxuan's daughter, it's a valuable bargaining chip for us."
Zi Void Daoist pounded the wall, filled with regret. They should have asked for more details.
Ling Qiushui also looked grim. She should have realized it earlier.
"Lady, there's no need to worry too much. With Uncle Junior here, Xin'er will be fine."
They walked in silence, and Su Zimo remained silent.
Mu Yunxuan looked at her with concern. When Zi Void Daoist said there was no antidote, it didn't mean there was no solution to the poison.
Su Zimo didn't want to speak and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she opened them, only to find a group of black-clad men standing in front of them, emanating a menacing aura.
"Mu Yunxuan, today is the day you die," the leader of the black-clad men with a weathered voice said. It was clear that he wasn't young.
Su Zimo glanced coldly at Mu Yunxuan.
"I told you so! Nothing good ever happens when you're around. These murderous situations can only occur within the confines of your estate," Su Zimo said with deep irony. Along the corridor, perhaps because Mu Yunxuan knew she was afraid of the dark, he had arranged rows of lanterns, illuminating the path as if it were daytime. Su Zimo's heart was filled with mixed emotions, but as she looked up at the dark night sky, she felt a sense of foreboding.
"Madam, that's because the husband is too outstanding. There will always be people who envy him," Mu Yunxuan said, smiling proudly. Even in the night, he exuded brilliance, and even in the flickering candlelight, he appeared even more remarkable.
The deep, obsidian eyes gazed at the masked man dressed in black across from him, brimming with a murderous intent. These intruders always seemed to appear at the most inconvenient moments, ruining his chance to be alone with his wife. None of them could be allowed to survive.
"Qingfeng," Mu Yunxuan called out in a dull tone.
Qing Feng materialized like a ghost, causing the dozens of black-clad masked men to widen their eyes. They had already been detected by this man's presence.
"Holy Lord," Qing Feng respectfully shouted.
"Stay alert and don't startle Madame," the Holy Lord commanded.
"Yes, Holy Lord," Qing Feng replied, then turned around and gestured with his hand.
Zi Mo, Jin Cheng, and Mu Yunhan emerged with a group of guards.
"Kill!" Mu Yunxuan's seductive lips uttered a word that carried an imminent sense of death.
Suddenly, the scene was filled with flashes of sword lights and shadows. They were all Xuanqi masters, wielding their strength with precision and focus, condensing their energy into a concentrated point, creating a surreal and illusory spectacle.
Qing Feng, Zi Mo, Jin Cheng, and Mu Yunhan demonstrated skillful and ruthless movements, and the sound of falling and dying black-clad masked men echoed from time to time.
"Wow! Daddy, it's so lively here tonight!" Su Qi exclaimed, his small face brimming with excitement as he held onto his father's hand. Su Li flew down with him, landing next to Mu Yunxuan and Su Zimo.
Mu Yunxuan was about to respond when a cold voice cut through his ears.
"Qi'er, how did you know this place is always so lively?" Su Zimo narrowed her eyes and asked coldly. Her sharp gaze made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any falsehoods from Qi Er.
Su Qi's eyes widened slightly, realizing he had slipped up again.
On his rosy, angelic face, his large, gem-like eyes darted around instantly.
He smiled mischievously, looking at Su Zimo with a knowing expression.
"Mother, Qi Er was just talking casually."
"Then can you explain what happened to Ling Qiushui's face?" Su Zimo's tone turned grim and menacing.
Su Qi shrunk his shoulders, his small hands tightening. It was over. His mother could see through him.
The once carefree child suddenly felt like crying, but tears eluded him.
"Mother," Su Qi pleaded with a sorrowful expression...
"But, Qi'er, you did well this time. That woman deserved to be taught a lesson."
A sudden change in tone brought a sense of beauty to the air.
Su Qi was instantly stunned, disbelief written all over his face. Did he imagine it? Did his mother actually say he did well?
Mu Yunxuan couldn't help but pinch his little face, finding it soft and smooth.
"Qi'er, Li'er, did your mother just praise you for doing well?"
As soon as Mu Yunxuan spoke, Su Li glared at him.
Did their mother's words count as praise for doing well?
In saying this, he had also sold himself out.
Sure enough, Su Zimo's angry voice resounded once again.
"Did Quercus, who has always been obedient and sensible, also participate?"
Su Li's eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.
"Mother, Quercus went to help."
With that, the little boy had already flown into the midst of the black-clad men.
Mu Yunxuan and Su Qi finally understood what their mother meant, exchanging quick glances.
Father and son smiled at Su Zimo, their expressions pleasant.
"Mother, Qi Er went to help as well."
There was no better time to run away than now. Su Qi had already seen the sparkles in his mother's eyes. If she found out about Ji Yu's involvement, she would surely consider him a despicable wrongdoer. His behind would definitely suffer in that case.
"Madam, I..."
"Do you want to leave the old lady here all alone?" Su Zimo gritted her teeth, not wanting to create a scene in the midst of this chaos.
Mu Yunxuan smiled and spoke softly, "Madam, how could I?" It was only natural for a husband to stay and protect his wife. The addition of Su Qi and Su Li only further stoked the fierceness in the black-clad masked man, and he fought back with all his might. Many guards of Cloud City also fell to the ground.
Mu Yunxuan furrowed his handsome brows. Who were these black-clad masked people? Their skills surpassed those encountered before.
"Phew!" Su Qi found it increasingly difficult to cope, gasping for air. The cultivation of these black-clad masked individuals was too peculiar. Most of them were above the sixth stage of the Golden Xuan Period, but their qualifications didn't warrant such high levels of cultivation. They must have consumed the Ascending Pill.