After Transmigrating into an Evil God - Chapter 39

“Li Feng!” Wei Yu sprang to his feet abruptly, his arm knocking over the wine pot on the table, spilling its contents all over the ground.

Three Lives Drunk was just wine—how could he have become like this?!

Wei Yu strode quickly toward Li Feng and took his pulse. “You’ve been poisoned. What happened?”

But Li Feng could no longer answer. Even breathing had become difficult for him, let alone speaking.

The overturned wine liquid meandered across the ground, the fragrance of Three Lives Drunk spreading. It attracted small insects from the grass blades to taste it with their mouths, and in a blink they were drunk, their antennae trembling lightly in their dreams.

It wasn’t a problem with the wine.

When had he been poisoned? Li Feng couldn’t remember at all. He had originally thought Wei Yu poisoned him to make him die, but looking at the situation now, apparently not.

The poison was erupting too violently. He now found even movement difficult and could only struggle to use his eyes to indicate the pouch in his sleeve.

Wei Yu pulled out a brocade bag from his sleeve, but there was a restriction Li Feng had set on the bag. Wei Yu was just a mortal and couldn’t open it.

To go find someone from the clan who practiced cultivation now would be too late. Li Feng shouldn’t—and couldn’t—die in the Wei clan!

Without hesitation, Wei Yu took a thin bamboo strip from his own sleeve and crushed it, praying in his heart and calling upon the ancestral god the Wei clan worshipped for help.

A ripple of spiritual essence spread out, following the mysterious connection. In the Wei clan ancestral hall, an oil lamp suddenly flickered once.

One of the portraits enshrined in the ancestral hall moved slightly. In the rear garden’s water pavilion, beside Wei Yu, a ghost god suddenly appeared.

This was one of the Wei clan’s ancestors who, after being worshipped by the clan members for a long time, had cultivated into a ghost god. Wei Yu explained the situation in a few sentences. The Wei clan ghost god also knew the matter was urgent and forcibly broke through the restriction on the brocade bag, pulling out several medicine bottles from within.

The Wei clan ghost god opened each bottle to smell them one by one, selecting a small jade-green bottle and looking toward Li Feng.

Li Feng blinked his eyes with difficulty.

There were only three pills in the bottle, dark bluish-green in color with a faint metallic luster. The medicinal qi was well sealed within the pills. Only the bottle, over time, had gradually released and accumulated some medicinal qi, which dispersed in an instant. But the Wei clan ghost god had already detected seven types of poison from it.

This antidote pill’s medicinal properties were too intense. After briefly considering, the Wei clan ghost god poured out one pill and fed it to Li Feng.

Li Feng immediately vomited out a mouthful of dark purple blood. But after spitting out this mouthful of blood, his breathing stabilized for the moment.

“What poison have you been hit with?” the Wei clan ghost god asked.

Li Feng could only shake his head with difficulty.

The Wei clan ghost god frowned. Not knowing what poison it was made it difficult to prescribe the right medicine. Even with precious and rare antidote pills, they could only achieve half the results with twice the effort. Right now, they could only forcibly neutralize the poison.

He helped Li Feng sit up cross-legged and circulated his magical power to resist the poison.

But this poison was of unknown origin and was incredibly fierce and difficult to deal with. The Wei clan ghost god’s frown grew deeper and deeper.

Li Feng’s heart was also alarmed and anxious. That antidote pill had fierce medicinal properties and was meant to save his life. While it couldn’t cure many poisons, it was exceptionally effective at suppressing toxicity. No matter how fierce or dangerous the poison, this antidote pill could suppress it for three to five days, or at the very least hold out for an hour or so.

Yet the poison currently in his body had prevented the antidote pill from suppressing it even for a moment. It could only barely maintain the situation and prevent it from worsening.

So dangerous—how had he been poisoned?

Though Wei Yu didn’t understand cultivation, he could still see the situation was dire, and his heart grew anxious.

He did have some dissatisfaction with Li Feng, but he hadn’t wanted him dead. Moreover, Li Feng came from Qingqiu and had been entangled with the Wei clan for a long time. If he died here, it would be impossible to explain clearly, and who knew how much trouble would follow.

The antidote pill’s medicinal properties were gradually being worn down and consumed by the poison in Li Feng’s body. It looked like it couldn’t hold out much longer. As the poison’s suppression lessened, it was eager to counterattack.

This poison had actually developed a trace of spiritual essence and was beginning to inversely corrode Li Feng’s and the Wei clan ghost god’s magical power!

The Wei clan ghost god immediately severed the connection with the divine power inside Li Feng’s body. After pondering and considering, he fed all the remaining two antidote pills into Li Feng’s mouth.

This antidote pill also contained potent poison—it took the approach of fighting poison with poison and suppressing it with strength. Though it had been refined and harmonized, its medicinal properties were too intense. If ordinary people took it, they would also be harmed. This was medicine that could only be used when saving a life.

But the poison currently in Li Feng’s body was far more formidable than the harmonized toxicity in the antidote pills. These precious and rare antidote pills could only offer slight resistance. Even though taking too much would harm the body, they had no choice but to use them all.

While feeding Li Feng the antidote pills, the Wei clan ghost god instructed Wei Yu to fetch medicine.

He sat cross-legged and once again helped Li Feng neutralize the poison.

However, after several rounds of back-and-forth struggle, the unknown poison in Li Feng seemed to have adapted to the antidote pills’ medicinal properties. Its spiritual essence automatically fluctuated and adjusted, and it began to devour and absorb the medicinal properties of the antidote pills instead!

Wei Yu had already fetched the medicine from the Wei clan’s stores, but the Wei clan ghost god had stopped his efforts once more and shook his head at Wei Yu.

The strange unknown poison in Li Feng had developed spiritual essence and could even devour other medicines’ properties in reverse. Unless they could eliminate this poison in one stroke, no matter what other medicine they used, they could only temporarily suppress it. In the end, it would only add fuel to the fire for this poison.

Li Feng’s own antidote pills were already rare and precious treasures in the world. If they couldn’t resolve this poison, the medicine in the Wei clan’s stores would be of no use.

Li Feng’s magical power was nearly depleted, and the medicine’s efficacy was once again running out, yet the toxicity had still not been neutralized much.

The Wei clan ghost god shook his head helplessly and said, “I can do nothing more.”

Wei Yu frowned tightly. “Ancestral god, is there truly no other way?”

“We’ve already done everything we can,” the Wei clan ghost god said. “Unless there’s some other miracle.”

But Li Feng couldn’t die here. This was Wei clan territory, and they had previously intended to get Li Feng drunk with Three Lives Drunk. Though Three Lives Drunk was non-toxic, it seemed to have triggered this strange poison that Li Feng had been hit with earlier somewhere unknown.

If Li Feng were fine, that would be one thing, but if he died here, afterward when Qingqiu’s Li clan came…

The Wei clan ghost god looked at him quietly and asked, “Have you thought through what to do?”

There was a chilling coldness in this voice. Wei Yu understood.

Li Feng couldn’t be saved, but he couldn’t die here. His death couldn’t have the slightest connection to the Wei clan.

But it was too late now to try to send him away. There was only one thing they could do.

Wei Yu gritted his teeth and said to Li Feng, “Brother Li, don’t blame me. We didn’t poison you, and we’re powerless in this matter. In the future, if there’s an opportunity, I will definitely investigate who harmed you.”

Li Feng couldn’t be saved. All they could do… was destroy the body and eliminate all traces.

……

The small building on the east side.

Wei Qiuning lay sleeping on the couch, her brow furrowed uneasily, her limbs tense. Even in her dreams, she seemed unable to find peace.

Li Feng… Li Feng…

My heart is troubled. I don’t want to sleep now. I want to leave. I don’t seek to have it both ways…

Li Feng…

The karmic threads on Wei Qiuning’s body vibrated. That karmic thread tinged with pink was trembling urgently, taut and ready to snap, desolate and bloodstained.

She dreamed again of the young man dressed in red. But was that red clothing brilliant and dazzling flames, or desolate and mournful blood?

Li Feng!

Wei Qiuning suddenly opened her eyes and forcibly broke free from Li Feng’s calming spell.

Pressing her hand to her heart, she felt as if it were being strangled by countless threads, painful to the point of tearing.

Li Feng!

Wei Qiuning climbed up from the couch and staggered toward the clothing chest in the corner. She was tripped by an embroidered stool but didn’t have time to get up. She simply threw herself before the chest and hurriedly pulled out a long rope made from old clothes and bed curtains from the bottom.

More than twenty days ago, after having that ominous dream, Wei Qiuning had begun making preparations.

She had thought about it for three years but had only just now figured it out.

No matter what, the Wei clan would never agree to let her marry Li Feng. The perfect outcome she sought had never existed!

She still felt lingering attachment and reluctance toward this family, but now she had understood.

In this world, she could never love anyone the way she loved Li Feng, nor would anyone else ever love her the way Li Feng did.

If something happened to Li Feng…

At that time, with all her worries, all she could do was pray and wait.

From that moment on, Wei Qiuning had come to hate this powerlessness.

She dropped the rope made of old clothes and bed curtains from the window.

Wei Qiuning didn’t know where she should go, but karma guided her through the mysteries. Something in her heart was leading her. Without hesitation or wandering, she ran swiftly toward the rear garden’s water pavilion.

“Li Feng!”

“What are you doing? What’s wrong with him?!” Wei Qiuning threw herself forward mournfully but didn’t dare touch him.

Wei Yu suddenly pulled back his hand. “Fifth Sister, how did you get out?”

“What are you going to do to him?” Wei Qiuning looked back at him. That gaze actually made Wei Yu momentarily unable to meet her eyes.

“We didn’t do this. He was poisoned on his own. We tried, but he can’t be saved,” Wei Yu explained.

How clever Wei Qiuning was. With a turn of her mind, she understood what they planned to do.

“Elder Brother,” she asked, her lips trembling, “So, you’re just going to watch him die? You’re going to… you’re going to…”

She didn’t finish her words, but that gaze already made Wei Yu feel ashamed.

The Wei clan ghost god frowned. “Wei Qiuning, it’s not that we won’t save him, but that he can’t be saved. This matter is already settled. Should we let him implicate the clan as well?”

Wei Qiuning looked at that ghost god. She recognized him. Every year at the ancestral worship, she could see this Wei clan ancestor’s portrait in the ancestral hall. If there were any other way, the ancestor wouldn’t take such risky action either.

She was in love with Li Feng, but she was also a member of the Wei clan.

Wei Qiuning laughed bitterly. “In that case, let me take him away from here. What did he do to end up with no one knowing after death and no place to bury his remains? If he dies, I’ll go with him. A life for a life—it won’t implicate the clan.”

“Absurd!” Wei Yu shouted angrily.

He seemed extremely angry, directly pointing his finger at Wei Qiuning, his finger trembling. “For a fox demon, you don’t even want your own life?”

Li Feng sat cross-legged on the ground. Controlled by the poison, he couldn’t move, yet a line of tears slid down his face.

……

Outside the Wei clan territory.

Led by Jin Yan, Ding Qin had just arrived at the Wei clan’s main gate when she suddenly felt the divine seal at her forehead grow hot. The divine power within leaped and jumped, directing her gaze toward the interior of the Wei clan’s gates.

“Something’s happened to Mister Li!”

……

Inside the Wei clan territory, Wei Qiuning held the red fox and walked outward step by step.

Wei Yu watched her retreating figure with an ugly expression—angry yet sorrowful, both regretful and resentful. He wanted to chase after her but was held back by the Wei clan ancestor’s hand on his shoulder.

They were an aristocratic family, living together as a clan, relying on and supporting each other. United they would endure; scattered they would perish.

Every clan member enjoyed the clan’s protection, and every clan member bore responsibility toward the clan.

This matter had arisen because of Wei Qiuning, and it should end with her as well.

No matter how Li Feng was poisoned or where he died, the Wei clan now had the clan leader’s legitimate daughter dying with him. This matter could no longer be traced back to the Wei clan.

Wei Qiuning’s spine was straight. The red fox in her arms wept tears from his eyes and had blood at the corners of his mouth. She held him and walked step by step toward the main gate.

Once she passed through this gate, everything would have nothing more to do with the Wei clan.

……Li Feng, Li Feng, I want to leave. Take me away.

Wei Qiuning embraced the red fox in her arms.

Li Feng, I’ll take you away.

From life to death, I go with you.

The karmic thread tinged with pink was entangled to the bone, connected into the soul.

Qiuning…

The red fox wept, but those tears didn’t even have the strength to fall. His breathing was weak, near death.

“Mister Li!”

Warm divine power like pure sunlight illuminated his entire body, expelling cold and suffering. The cruel poison tormenting him melted away rapidly like fine snow under this radiance. Then that light transformed into gentle flowing water, nourishing and repairing his body that had been riddled with holes from the poison.

This wasn’t the divine art Ding Qin had practiced and demonstrated to him before. This was power from the source of divine arts, even more vast and expansive. Gentle, indifferent, yet compassionate.

Li Feng opened his eyes, tears rolling down. His voice was hoarse. “High God’s mercy!”