Lu Zixuan felt utterly hopeless, never expecting that the person Lin Yifei liked was actually Mu Yu. He realized it was time to let go.

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussions, and Mu Yu, the subject of the rumors, also heard some of the gossip.

Truth be told, he had no desire to pursue romance at the moment, and even if Lin Yifei confessed her feelings to him, he would reject her; moreover, his ideal partner would be someone with exceptional cultivation talent, just like him—a cultivator; Lin Yifei was an ordinary person and did not meet his criteria for a partner.

So, he responded to Lin Yifei's false accusations, "Lin classmate, last night I kindly took action to save you, but in return you're adding insult to my injury, framing an innocent person. It seems your heart is even more ruthless than mine."

"Who says that? My heart is much better than yours, you cold-hearted bastard," Lin Yifei pouted in response, clearly not convinced.

At that moment, Lin Yifan, who had already seen through everything, replied, "Enough, enough! Stop scaring him. After all, he is the one who saved your reputation, so you should be grateful, understand?"

"I know! I was just joking with him, to see if he would continue to be so arrogant," Lin Yifei answered.

Honestly, at that point, only her brother could deal with Mu Yu. Seeing the terrified expression on Mu Yu's face just now made her incredibly happy, extremely proud of herself.

That was exactly the effect she wanted, to instill fear in Mu Yu, to make him realize her strength.

The onlooking crowd, hearing this reply, finally understood—it had all been a false alarm.

But still, Lin Yifei's accusation had been quite frightening. If her brother had actually taken it seriously, then Mu Yu would have suffered for nothing.

After clearing his sister's accusation, Lin Yifan extended his right hand to take Mu Yu's pulse.

Mu Yu's lips were black, his complexion pale, and his limbs weak—all clear signs of poisoning. He wanted to see what poison Mu Yu was affected by and how severe it was.

However, this action, which he carried out without prior explanation, startled Mu Yu.

Mu Yu took a step back, asking in panic, "What are you doing? Didn't your sister just clarify everything? It was all a joke; I didn't defile her."

"Why so nervous? If I wanted to kill you, would I have waited until now? If it weren't for the fact that you saved my sister last night, I wouldn't care about a poisoned patient like you," Lin Yifan rolled his eyes and scolded.

Hearing Lin Yifan's reply, Mu Yu finally relaxed and then asked, "Can you cure poison?"

"What a dumb question! Do you think I, as a disciple of Medicinal Saint Valley, am all for show?" Lin Yifan rolled his eyes again, visibly irritated.

Mu Yu felt thoroughly lashed by the scolding but also a lot more alert.

Medicinal Saint Valley specialized in accepting alchemists, and alchemists were a group dedicated to treating complicated diseases and altering the development of cultivators; hence, curing poison was one of the fundamental courses for an alchemist; thus, he felt that the question he had just asked was quite stupid, no wonder he was scolded.

"Well then, please take a look at me, I'm starting to have difficulty breathing," Mu Yu pleaded.

He had no idea what kind of poison Zhao Hongtu had laced on the poison dart, but he was indeed feeling extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

Luckily, he had constantly used his cultivation power to resist the poison, which slowed the spread; otherwise, he might have died from the poisoning by now, or fainted from a lack of strength.

"Then relax your body quickly, I'll check you now," Lin Yifan urged.

The situation was urgent; they needed to resolve it quickly.

"Okay!"

Having said that, Mu Yu did as Lin Yifan suggested, trying his best to relax.

And Lin Yifan reached out his hand to take his pulse.

Feeling the poison within Mu Yu's body, Lin Yifan frowned deeply, feeling uneasy.

This poison, although not fatal, would gradually corrode your internal organs over time—it was a latent poison.

If untreated in time, it wouldn't have been long before the patient would succumb to the illness and die—an act of extreme cruelty.

Seeing Lin Yifan's furrowed brows, Mu Yu had a premonition of doom.

This time, Zhao Hong had truly administered a lethal poison, one that could take a life.

Then, filled with anxiety, he asked urgently, "How is it? Can it be cured?"

"It can be cured, but the price is a bit steep," Lin Yifan replied.

"What's the price?" Mu Yu asked, curious but anxious.

"The price is a medical fee of one hundred million yuan, can you afford it?" Lin Yifan answered and inquired.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that Lin Yifan was like a starving lion, asking for the impossible, demanding a sky-high price.

"One hundred million for one consultation, it's unheard of."

"This is probably the most exorbitant medical fee I've ever heard of in my life."

"So ruthless, it seems he spares no one."

...

Hearing these murmurs, Lin Yifan remained unmoved. He knew that to neutralize this poison, he would need to spend money on materials and seriously engage in the refinement of an antidote. The sweat and time invested were not fully compensable by one hundred million. Moreover, considering his current worth, one hundred million was not a lot.

If Mu Yu had sought any other senior alchemist to resolve the poison, he likely would have ended up spending far more than just one hundred million.

If it weren't for the fact that Mu Yu had been the benefactor who saved the honor of his sister, Lin Yifei, he wouldn't have wanted to accept this task in the first place.

As the person being "blackmailed," Mu Yu also felt that the price was a bit too steep. He didn't know whether Lin Yifan had inflated the price on the spot, but now, if he wanted to save his own life, he could only agree to the price Lin Yifan had set.

So he responded, "Fine! As long as you can neutralize the poison in my body, I'm willing to pay even ten billion, not just one."

"Don't feel bad about it. When you go back and ask your parents to hire another alchemist to treat you, you'll realize how fair my price really is," Lin Yifan scoffed coldly, not wanting to explain any further.

Laymen will never understand the hardships of professionals, which is why he usually ignored those who passed judgment without knowing anything about the field.

"Since that's the case, then I'm in your debt, Mr. Lin," Mu Yu said, expressing his thanks with politeness.

Lin Yifan must have had his reasons for being so bold, so now, Mu Yu trusted him even more.

With the price settled, Lin Yifan didn't waste words and replied, "In three days, the deal will be cash on delivery."

He then took out a bottle of elixirs and explained, "For now, take this bottle of healing pills to temporarily stabilize your condition."

"Thank you!" Mu Yu was very grateful and immediately accepted the elixirs that Lin Yifan handed over.

Following that, he opened the bottle cap, took out a pill, and swallowed it. Almost instantly, he felt much less discomfort.

"Mr. Lin, I am extremely grateful for your assistance, thank you very much!"

Mu Yu was extremely excited, renewing his hope for the future and no longer feeling as pessimistic as before.

Seeing Mu Yu's improved complexion, Lin Yifei also felt much more at ease.

Although she didn't have much fondness for Mu Yu, she still did not wish to see him die just like that.

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