Chapter 49: Your Stupid Junior Martial Brother

Where could there be more Mystic medicine than in Forest Mist?

Muyan held Xiaobao’s hands while strolling leisurely through Forest Mist.

Perhaps it was because Xiaobao had exceedingly good luck that Muyan managed to pick a lot of rare and precious Mystic medicine within half a day.

She was so happy that she kissed her baby son several times.

Then she was about to put her son down when suddenly, a loud bang came from behind.

Both mother and son looked back and saw a gory man falling from a cliff not far away.

High above the cliff, a faint noise came through.

“There’s no need to chase. He couldn’t have survived, falling down here.”

“Hahaha, in fact, there was originally no need to chase him. Even if he wanted to ask for help, where could he find reinforcements anyway?!”

“Let’s go!”

Muyan took Xiaobao and walked closer to the gory man, squinting.

Actually, it was more a “corpse” than a person. He seemed to only have one breath left.

But Muyan’s pupils shrank slightly when she saw the man’s bloody, badly-mutilated face.

It was the head guard of Luo Beiyu’s entourage; a warrior in the high stage of the Mystic Level.

“Mommy!” Xiaobao gave a low cry and looked at Muyan. Apparently, he also recognized the head guard.

Muyan pulled her son aside and touched his head gently. Then she took out her silver needle to pierce into all the head guard’s acupoints.

The head guard’s body vitality had been completely cut off, and every muscle and vessel all over his body was also broken.

It was impossible to save him.

But when Muyan’s needle pierced his flesh, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes, red with blood, reflected Muyan’s face after a moment’s daze.

Those bleak eyes suddenly burst into a bright light. “Lady Muyan, please… help his highness, help… him… It’s… it’s Gong Qianteng…”

With his last breath exhausted, the head guard closed his eyes and died.

He should’ve been in great pain before he died, but there was relief in his blood-stained face at that moment.

He seemed sure that as long as he found Muyan, his highness would be saved.

Muyan’s brows were slightly wrinkled and her eyes flashed with a touch of cold light.

Not only because something bad happened to her cheap disciple but also because of the poison in the head guard’s body.

Muyan recognized it at a glance that it was called the Sky Poison of Illusionary Sand—Jinhong School’s unique poison.

“Mommy?” Xiaobao revealed a confused look as he grabbed his mommy’s hand. “Are we going to save him?”

Muyan picked up Xiaobao and answered with a faint smile, “Yes, we’re going to save your stupid Junior Martial Brother.”

Stupid as he was, he was a disciple Muyan approved of.

He wasn’t prey who could be feasted upon at anyone’s will.

What’s more—the people who harmed her disciple were Gong Qianteng and Jinhong School.

…

Deep in Forest Mist.

At this time, Luo Beiyu was stripped of his clothes and hung from a tree and his naked body was covered with cuts and bruises.

Even his Earth-Level cultivation breath in the early stage had almost disappeared without a trace.

His blood-stained face was numb and dusty, as if he had been in despair and didn’t want to live at all.

Pa!

Another whip struck him, which was held by a tall, thin old man in yellow.

The old man looked at Luo Beiyu with a sinister smile as he drew back his whip. He said, “Luo Beiyu, I advise you to tell me the whereabouts of that woman and her son quickly. Otherwise, all your Mystic power will be corroded and drawn out by the Sky Poison of Illusionary Sand, Jinhong School’s unique poison!”