The Way of the Sword (BL) - Chapter 172

R-13 (Some paragraphs may contain homophobia, caution is recommended when reading)

Bai Ling saw everything back to normal, he thought that for a moment he was also poisoned, then with a few blinks, everything went back to normal around him.

“Elder sister Qi, we need a doctor,” Bai Lin asked seeing Qi Meiying looking at the situation from not far away.

He thought that Hong Yu was busy keeping things together, it would be better to call someone else to help Shou Zuo. Huang Deshi, on the other hand, took from his space ring a Realms Foundation medicine that could dispel any possible poison his colleague might have ingested below the Aurore Realms cultivation level.

It must not be forgotten that yesterday they were attacked by the Sect of Alchemists with poison and almost fell into their trap.

Sun Jie’s group seemed to have calmed down, but they felt deep gratitude towards Hong Yu, which made them think very highly about this sect’s older brother.

Except for Zhie Quan who felt slightly nauseous, he was in a cold sweat and had only just realized it, but he thought maybe it was seeing Shou Zuo possibly poisoned.

For some reason, he could only think of this possible solution, when he tried to think of something else he felt strangely confused until finally, the discomfort passed as if it were nothing.

And he quickly forgot about that weird uncomfortable feeling.

The commotion of a fight turned into a commotion of illness and possible poisoning, which made him pause for five minutes to take Shou Zuo to his group room to be checked by the doctor.

“What happened?” Zemin Yan asked seeing the challenge called stopping. He wasn’t the only one, there were many wondering what had happened.

The news was later announced by Hong Yu that one of the participants was sick and could have been leftover from yesterday’s attack, which left many worried and fearful for their own lives.

Had they ingested some kind of slow-acting, undetectable poison?

“Was it that effeminate man who ended up poisoned?”

“Looks like it was, I heard someone saying he was that fagot…”

“Is it because he’s as fragile as a girl?”

“He looks like a woman…maybe is true…”

“Looks like Miss Sun’s group fought with that guy’s group”

“Do you think Miss Sun did something?”

“I’m not saying that”

“Is it poisoning then?”

“I hope not… If not we would all be just waiting to die too”

“You’re exaggerating… The guy just passed out, it could be just nervousness or even some Miss Sun item that stunned him”

“But the news seemed serious… Didn’t you see the commotion of the core disciples? It doesn’t seem a little thing”

“Maybe it’s just a poison that contaminates this type of man”

The young new disciples were talking animatedly about it, the disciples who knew about something ended up being listened to by others, and soon everyone knew most of the situation.

That Shou Zuo had possibly been poisoned and was now unconscious.

This left Zemin Yan anxious and worried, what could have happened in the arena to harm only Shou Zuo.

Was it a premeditated attack?

Who is Sun Jie again?

Zemin Yan thought for a while before remembering the beautiful 14 or 15-year-old girl who was in Bohai Xiulan’s group.

Almost as if Bohai Xiulan was reading his mind, he approached the group who were talking animatedly about the subject.

“You guys talk too much, why don’t you talk to me too” the cute little boy with noble clothes and a sharp look was a little scary.

Especially when they looked at those gems that seemed to glow strangely.

They were defense and attack items to harm martial cultivators.

“It’s nothing young Bohai master,” one person said shyly and the group fell silent.

“That’s what I thought,” Bohai Xiulan said arrogantly, being supported by the rest of the group that hadn’t taken the test yet.

Bohai Xiulan looked at Zemin Yan, they exchanged glances briefly.

“I just don’t like people talking nonsense, I didn’t do it for you or something!”

He spoke sullenly and turned his face away, his group soon covered him and Zemin Yan didn’t keep looking at him.

“Let’s continue with the test. During the break, those who feel unwell can see the doctors we’ve brought to make them feel safer. Anyone who is feeling unwell now, we ask that they leave the stands and come to the doctors to be checked, the poison can be contagious”

Hong Yu said trying to calm the public and other members of the sect, which left many relieved, but others left the stands to be seen by doctors.

Of course, to prevent the mob from getting out of hand Yun San and Hong Yu himself went to maintain order.

Quian Dalai finally reunited with his group, but everyone looked grim at the prospect of Shou Zuo being poisoned.

Hong Yu seemed happier keeping Yun San away from Quian Dalai, he didn’t quite know why he was jealous of a 10-year-old boy, but he felt insecure when he saw Yun San with that child.

There was an endless duality about the feelings he felt about Yun San, between guilt and possession, his obsession was growing. Greed was glad for the emotional out of control, while it irritated him that Hong Yu missed their goal.

Surely his falling in love with a human wasn’t their goal.

“Hu Zhi is there anything in the ring that can help Shou Zuo?” Zemin Yan asked worriedly for the ring’s soul.

With so many secret and powerful items there must be an item, medicine, or miracle cure, right?

“Well, there must be some here. But we can only give anything if we know his condition. If it’s poison, some medicines can do more harm than help”

Hu Zhi warned his young master, even though Huang Deshi took medicine for poisons, Shou Zuo didn’t take it as he well knew that without knowing the poison could make his situation worse.

Huang Deshi can only leave the medicine with his colleague, if only mild poisoning was found, the medicine would be useful.

Zemin Yan thought briefly before deciding to leave the tournament, he didn’t need these things anyway. Life was more important, of course, he hoped it was nothing and everything would be fine with a little medicine and rest.

“Elder brother Zhong, I want to go to where Shou Zuo is,” he asked pulling the long, wide sleeve of the man guarding him.

Yi Yuga was well aware of his friend’s nature and he also didn’t think much when he decided to leave the competition to go with his friend to help their talker and teacher, who taught them to read and played shamelessly with them.

For those who had no master, Shou Zuo was a person they could trust at least until that moment.

“You stop there. No one can walk around here now. Come back and don’t make a mess,” one of the Realms Foundation-level disciples said as he watched Zamin Yan’s small group move through the crowd to return to their original room.

Zhong Liang frowned slightly under the mask that covered part of his face, he pulled out a Core Disciple token, a white heron with outspread wings atop a purple stone with a rune representing “Chao”.

This was the token of the core disciples who have one of the ten great masters of the Celestial Sword Sect as their master.