The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

Nangong Wen prepared a quiet room for Muui Yunlie and Qin Ya to perform the detoxification.

Inside the quiet room, Qin Ya took out a Jade Bottle.

He poured out a Seventh-Grade Pure Yang Pill. In an instant, a rich medicinal fragrance filled the room.

"Marshal Muu, the detoxification process will trigger an outbreak of the poison. This is the only way to completely purge it from your body. Are you ready?"

Muui Yunlie laughed heartily. "I’ve endured this poison for ten years. It flares up once a month, and I’ve long grown accustomed to the pain. It’s nothing."

"Good. Then take this."

Muui Yunlie took the Elixir. A stream of its fragrance drilled into his nostrils, and he instantly felt as if every pore on his body had opened up to greedily absorb the Medicinal Power. Deep within him, the hidden poison of the Barbarian Race Wizard also began to stir.

The Elixir entered his stomach and transformed into a warm current that flowed to every corner of his body.

An unprecedented wave of Medicinal Power, like a surging flood, washed over every corner of Muui Yunlie’s body—his bones, blood, muscles, and even his hair. This power, utterly Pure and Yang, made them all tremble with something akin to joy.

"Incredible!" Muui Yunlie couldn’t help but let out a low growl.

But just then, a surge of utterly evil and yin black energy shot out from Muui Yunlie’s blood and marrow. Like a beast whose territory had been invaded, it bared its fangs and claws, roaring as it pounced on the Medicinal Power, inciting a violent struggle.

Muui Yunlie’s expression flickered. He was no stranger to this black energy—it was the very poison from the Barbarian Race Wizard that had tormented him for the past decade.

"Hmph!"

Muui Yunlie snorted. Just as he was about to circulate his True Essence to suppress the toxin, Qin Ya’s voice suddenly reached him. "Don’t try to control the poison."

Without the slightest hesitation, Muui Yunlie retracted his True Essence and allowed the poison to rampage through his body. A wave of agony, ten times more intense than ever before, washed over him, so severe he nearly fainted.

Biting the tip of his tongue, Muui Yunlie forced himself to remain conscious.

"It might be better for you to just pass out."

Qin Ya said with a faint smile.

Muui Yunlie gave a carefree smile. "How could a mere poison make me pass out? I’d rather see just how much pain it can inflict."

"Oh." Hearing this, Qin Ya just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

The poison rampaged through Muui Yunlie’s body, corroding every inch of his flesh. The pain was worse than being devoured by ten thousand ants. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, the veins on his face bulging, his expression ferocious. Yet he didn’t make a single sound, as if forged from iron. It was an admirable display of fortitude.

"It’s about time,"

Qin Ya said calmly.

As his words fell, the situation inside Muui Yunlie’s body changed. The Medicinal Power of the Pure Yang Pill erupted like a flash flood. Being the ultimate expression of pure yang, it was the natural nemesis of such yin-based poisons. The toxin was gradually driven back, bit by bit.

On the surface of Muui Yunlie’s skin, wisps of black mist began to emerge. They coalesced into the shape of skulls that circled the quiet room, a heart-pounding, ghoulish sight.

"So this is the true face of the Barbarian Race Wizard’s poison. Heh."

Qin Ya smiled coolly and slowly extended his palm. A purple lotus formed of pure Flame materialized above it. Instantly, as if seeing their natural predator, the black mist composing the skulls began to tremble violently before they suddenly shot toward the exit of the room.

"Trying to escape? Hmph."

Qin Ya sneered, and the purple Fire Lotus shot into the air.

"AAAAHH!!"

The skulls, touched by the Purple Lotus Celestial Flame, let out an excruciating shriek. They tumbled violently in mid-air, attempting to break free from the Purple Flame’s grasp.

But the Purple Flame clung to them like a maggot on a bone, impossible to shake off.

After a few moments, the skulls were burned to nothing but ash.

"A mere poison dares to act so brazenly before me!"

...

At the Imperial Palace banquet, the music and dancing continued, but no one was in the mood to celebrate. All their thoughts were on Qin Ya and Muui Yunlie.

The success or failure of the detoxification would determine the future of the Empire.

Not a single person present was unconcerned.

This was especially true for Lingyun Marquis. He was on pins and needles, holding his wine cup without any intention of drinking. His eyes were glued to the area outside the grand hall, staring in the direction of the quiet room, wishing he could go and see for himself.

The few Princes present were in a similar state.

The three hundred thousand soldiers of the Red Flame Army were simply too important. They were the Empire’s most elite fighting force, and as their Commander-in-Chief, Muui Yunlie naturally commanded the attention of all factions.

"Fourth Brother, do you think the poison can be cured?"

The Empire’s Second Prince, Nangong Qing, asked with a smile as he looked at Nangong Lin.

The Fourth Prince, Nangong Lin, raised an eyebrow. "Marshal Muu is a pillar of the Empire. I naturally hope for his swift recovery. However, as for whether the poison can be cured... I am not an Alchemist, so how would I know?"

"A fair point," Nangong Qing said with a cool smile.

Just then, an incredibly tyrannical aura suddenly swept through the entire Imperial Palace. It was an aura of slaughter from the battlefield, an aura of iron and blood. Everyone felt it and shuddered, their faces filled with shock.

The Martial Artists with some level of Cultivation paled as they looked outside the hall, murmuring, "An aura like this... not even a Celestial Essence Realm Martial Artist could possess it. This is definitely coming from an Extraordinary Strong Person..."

"Could this be..."

Some had already guessed the truth. There were only a few Extraordinary Martial Artists in the entire Imperial Capital, and even fewer who possessed such an aura of iron and blood.

And of those, only one was currently in the Imperial Palace.

"Hahaha! My loyal subject, you have not disappointed Us!"

From the throne, Nangong Wen shot to his feet, laughing heartily. With a wave of his sleeve, an immensely domineering aura of his own burst forth to shield the crowd.

’So it’s true. The poison is cured.’ 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Everyone thought to themselves, then turned to look at the ashen-faced Lingyun Marquis.

"How... How could the poison have been cured?" Lingyun Marquis said, his voice full of despair.

This aura far surpassed that of an ordinary Extraordinary practitioner. Even ten years ago, Muui Yunlie had never possessed such a powerful presence, let alone after being poisoned. Its appearance now could only mean one thing: Muui Yunlie’s poison was gone.

Not only was it gone, but his Cultivation had even advanced!

"Is this the power of a Seventh-Grade Elixir?"

"It didn’t just cure the poison, it allowed an Extraordinary Martial Artist’s Cultivation to advance! Such a Divine Medicine is too powerful. No wonder there have been so few in the Empire’s entire history."

"Qin Ya... That young man did all this. How can such a monster exist in this world? It’s terrifying."

The aura came on Fast and faded just as quickly. In less than the time it took to draw three breaths, it receded like the tide, and everyone could finally breathe again.

’So this is an Extraordinary Strong Person... Just their aura alone can render me immobile, making the True Essence in my body feel like a pool of stagnant water, completely unresponsive.’

’Heh, as I thought. This Realm is truly beyond the imagination of ordinary people.’

’One day, I will become an expert of that caliber.’

Among the guests at the banquet, there was no shortage of ambitious and competitive youths. After witnessing such a peerless aura, they weren’t discouraged in the slightest. On the contrary, it ignited an endless fighting spirit within them. Seeing this, their elders all revealed gratified smiles.

For a Martial Artist, the enemy isn’t a powerful opponent, but the loss of the will to become stronger.