Why do I have so many masters?

Wei Changkong laughed and said, "What if it is?"

"Rest assured, the few forces of your Pharmacist Valley outside have already been too busy to care for themselves. You are all undoubtedly doomed to die."

'Sai Yanluo' glanced at Wei Changkong and said woodenly:

"It's you who will not die peacefully."

The man laughed loudly and said:

"Do you really think you can use poison again? It's useless, what we have seen is that none of you showed any abnormalities when you just came in."

The man in the green robe coughed up fresh blood and sneered:

"Don't you know that there is a poison that only needs one last ingredient to take effect instantly? It seems that indeed, old man, you have also used this poison..."

'Sai Yanluo's expression changed slightly and said:

"You too...?!"

As the man in the green robe spat out a mouthful of blood, which when it fell to the ground, actually rose in thin green smoke. Although very noticeable, it was difficult to detect amidst the clouds and mist at this moment. The man's face revealed a sneer, and although the poison was spreading within his body, his expression remained unchanged as he said leisurely:

"This time, I admit defeat."

"I'm out. Tell me the antidote, and I swear I will never again make an intrusion upon Pharmacist Valley."

'Sai Yanluo', holding a longsword, said coldly:

"Agreed."

"But only in exchange for Wei Changkong's head."

The man in the green robe's smile faded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he said indifferently, "So, there's still no deal to be had."

Meanwhile, with his right hand, he drew a dagger from his waistband and, throwing it with a flick of his hand, the dagger shot out with a cold gleam, landing straight in front of Wang Anfeng, who had intended to help Xue Qinshuang leave. Wang Anfeng's step faltered, he raised his palm and grasped the dagger. Xue Qinshuang's breath became unstable as she coughed up fresh blood, and the blood that emerged was strangely purple-green, falling on Wang Anfeng's neck and causing his Mixed Yuan Skill to circulate more violently.

The man in the green robe said indifferently:

"Young Hero Wang, please try not to move."

"Of course, if you bring me the girl behind you, you can save your own life."

"She has great use."

'Sai Yanluo' also glanced at Wang Anfeng and said:

"I have the same condition. If you leave her to me, I can promise Xue'er to you as a wife."

Wei Changkong sneered and said, "Do you want to use the young girl as a medicine person, then apply the method of replenishment to fortify yourself? You vile old thing, I will kill you!"

"Young Hero, if you trust me, I am willing to take these girls under my wing and teach them with all my might."

"And you, although I will restrict your movements, I will not kill you."

Xue Qinshuang's single sword strike, albeit a brief instant, was enough to dazzle and draw the martial artists' attention away from their own poisoning.

Wang Anfeng's body was stiff.

The girl beside him would not have been injured or poisoned, but she had been struck on the dantian in her abdomen by a Jianghu master's palm. She was still able to strike out and kill him, which had used up all her strength. Hearing the words, her eyes shifted as she laughed softly:

"It's all my fault. I never expected to encounter such a thing... I thought I would be able to take you away..."

"Anfeng, you can let me go, I am alright."

Wang Anfeng's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Watching the chaos around him, and hearing tempting voices, promises, and advantages around him, and even the fact that throwing Xue Qinshuang to the other side could provoke chaos among them – they did not know that he possessed the Mixed Yuan Skill, and the strength of the three-thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng had not yet entirely faded, so he was not poisoned at all.

To jump off this cliff below, there was a ninety percent chance of survival.

Afterwards, he could always seek revenge for Xue Qinshuang.

Moreover, she had agreed, hadn't she? Now he couldn't even protect himself, caught in life and death, where did he have the mental energy to protect another.

Right?

The hand gripping the dagger tightened its grip.

Voice after voice came to his ears, with the low murmurs of elders and bold promises.

"In Jianghu, it's like this, you've done your best, why blame yourself?"

"Young Hero, rest assured, as long as you let the girl come, I will not treat you unfairly."

"Do you want to die?!"

"Your chance to live... is right here..."

"Don't misjudge, Wang Anfeng!"

The consideration of life and death could weaken anyone. Wang Anfeng looked down at the girl beside him and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Miss Xue."

His eyes were full of the intent to die.

But even with the greatest grief, there was still a flicker of flame burning.

"Dad, Dad, what is this...?"

The five-year-old Wang Anfeng ran into the room, pointed to the paper he got from Li Bo, and with wide eyes, said:

"Read it, read it to me..."

The young man coughed a bit, glanced at the paper with its crooked characters, laughed, and said:

"Does Xiaofeng want to be such a person?"

"Yes! Li Bo said these people are very formidable!"

The young man raised his hand and stroked the boy's head and pondered:

"However, such a person also has a hard life."

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

"I'm not afraid at all! Dad, read it to me!"

Laughing, the young man said:

"Alright... look, this line of text, should be read like this." Continue your journey with My Virtual Library Empire

Wang Anfeng placed the girl to the side, gripped the dagger tightly in his right hand, and looked at the people in front of him. With a sudden exertion of force, amid the clouds and mist, the dagger danced out a trail of icy light, piercing straight into the boy's shoulder. Crimson blood slid down the crossbow bolts, spilling onto the ground.

In Wang Anfeng's lifeless eyes, the flames reignited due to the pain.

It seemed as if he could hear the youth's low reading:

"His word must be believable, his action must achieve results, his promise must be sincere."

A strange sizzling sound suddenly arose, and the cloud of various poisons, as if meeting something as formidable as Heaven and Earth, began to dissipate gradually. Everyone's eyes locked onto Wang Anfeng's body in an instant, their expressions changing dramatically.