The whole family was brutally murdered? The ruthless heiress's eldest daughter went berserk aft

"Did you see that?" a chilling voice rang out. "This is your past, a past you can never change..."

Murong Xuewei forced herself to calm down: "I know this is an illusion... this must be the fifth trial..."

"Is that so?" the voice continued, "And now?"

The scene suddenly changed, and she saw Gu Ye lying on the bed, barely alive.

"No!" Her heart clenched. Even knowing it was an illusion, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the sight.

"Look, you're going to watch the most important person in your life leave again..." the voice said mockingly. "Just like in the last life, you can't save your family, and you can't save him..."

Murong Xuewei's body trembled slightly, but her voice was unusually firm: "No, I must get the medicine to save him!"

"Stubborn foolish girl," the voice suddenly softened, "Give up, forget those painful memories, stay here... There is no hatred, no pain here..."

A strong wave of drowsiness washed over her, and Murong Xuewei felt her consciousness beginning to blur. Just then, she felt a sudden warmth emanating from the jade pendant on her chest.

"Xuewei..." Gu Ye's final words echoed in her ears, "Promise me you'll come back safely..."

The voice was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the fog that had enveloped her heart. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw the porcelain bottles scattered on the ground.

"Wake up!" she shouted, ignoring her trembling body, and lunged at the porcelain vase on the ground...

Murong Xuewei gripped the porcelain bottle with difficulty and put the pill inside into her mouth. A cool sensation instantly flowed through her body, dispelling the intoxicating medicinal fragrance.

“I see…” She stood up, looked around, and said in a clear and firm voice, “This fifth test is to see if we can stay true to ourselves?”

The surrounding illusions began to dissipate, but the mysterious voice still echoed in the air: "You seem to understand... but what good does it do? Some things will ultimately become your shackles."

“No,” Murong Xuewei stepped forward, “the past cannot be changed, but the future is still in my hands. I was reborn not to wallow in hatred, but to protect…”

Gu Ye's smile appeared before her eyes, and she recalled every moment they had shared. Those warm memories, like starlight in the darkness, gave her the courage to keep going.

"The previous life? Interesting..." The voice suddenly became playful. "In that case, let's face the final test."

Suddenly, the light shone brightly, and Murong Xuewei found herself standing in the center of a circular stone chamber. Around the chamber were twelve bronze cauldrons, each burning with a flame of a different color.

“These are…” she examined each cauldron carefully, “…twelve different kinds of poisonous fire?”

“That’s right,” the voice replied. “Of these flames, only one can be used to refine the medicine you need; the others… are deadly enough. You can choose to give up, or you can choose to try, but remember, if you choose wrong, there will be no more chances.”

Murong Xuewei gazed at the flickering flames, recalling Zhang Jing's words: 'The difference between antidote and poison is often just a matter of a single thought.'

She took a deep breath and began to carefully observe the characteristics of each flame. Suddenly, she noticed the flame in one of the cauldrons, which, although it looked the calmest, inadvertently revealed a hint of life.

Just like... just like when Gu Ye was in a coma, although he was on the verge of death, he still had a glimmer of hope.

“I choose this,” she said firmly, pointing to the cauldron, “this very flame.”

A profound silence fell over the stone chamber, as if time itself had frozen. Murong Xuewei could hear her own rapid heartbeat, but her gaze remained unwavering...

In the silence, a long sigh suddenly broke the silence: "So many years... finally someone has seen through the mystery."

Suddenly, a light shone from one corner of the stone chamber, and a figure slowly emerged from the light—an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, and with a kind face.

"The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley?" Murong Xuewei bowed slightly. Although she had never seen him before, her intuition told her that the person in front of her was the legendary Valley Master of Medicine King Valley.

The old man smiled and nodded: "Indeed, this is a flame capable of refining medicine. Do you know why?"

Murong Xuewei gazed at the tranquil flame and said softly, "The other flames may seem powerful, but they are too flamboyant, thus losing their medicinal essence. Only this flame seems to encompass all things, endlessly regenerating..."

"Excellent!" the old man stroked his beard in praise. "A doctor's primary duty should be to save lives. No matter how skilled one is, if this fundamental principle is lost, it is all in vain."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve, and the flames in the twelve cauldrons went out simultaneously, leaving only the one chosen by Murong Xuewei to continue burning.

"This flame is called the 'Nine-Turn Resurrection Flame'," the old man continued, "It can cure all poisons in the world. Since you recognize it, you must understand the true meaning of this final test."

Murong Xuewei seemed thoughtful: "Is it a test to see if we always remember our original intentions?"

“That’s not all,” the old man walked up to her, “it’s also about whether you can maintain your integrity when facing the shadows of your past. You did very well.”

He took a small, emerald-green bottle from his sleeve: "This is the secret medicine that can save your husband. Take it."

Murong Xuewei accepted the medicine with both hands and carefully put it into her bosom. The old man continued, "However, the secret medicine alone is not enough. This bottle of medicine can only keep him alive; to completely cure him, we still need..."

"What else do you need?" Murong Xuewei asked eagerly.

The old man's eyes suddenly deepened: "You'll need to help him resolve his inner conflict in your own way."

"A knot in your heart?"

“Yes,” the old man looked at her meaningfully, “some poisons are not in the body, but in the heart…”

Before she finished speaking, the entire stone chamber suddenly began to shake, and a bright light shone forth. Murong Xuewei subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself standing outside the gate of Medicine King Valley.

Dawn was breaking, and the morning light was faint. Zhang Jing and his junior brother Chen stood not far away, seemingly waiting for her.

"You..." Zhang Jing seemed to want to ask something, but seeing that she was safe and sound, he swallowed his words.

Murong Xuewei looked at the small emerald green bottle in her hand and said softly, "I got the medicine, but..."

She recalled the Valley Master's last words and frowned: "Some poisons are not in the body but in the mind... What does that mean?"

“This matter needs careful consideration,” Zhang Jing said, gazing at the first light of dawn on the horizon. “Right now, the most important thing is to get back and rescue them.”

Murong Xuewei nodded. Indeed, the most urgent task now was to save Gu Ye. She turned and glanced at Medicine King Valley shrouded in the morning mist, silently remembering this kindness.

"Whoosh—" A sharp whistle rang out, and soon, several fast horses galloped down from the foot of the mountain. It was something Zhang Jing had arranged beforehand.

"Be careful on the road," Zhang Jing cautioned. "Remember, the secret medicine must be taken every four hours, one drop at a time. Do not take more than that."

Murong Xuewei nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Doctor Zhang." She mounted her horse, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Doctor Zhang, do you have any insights into the Valley Master's last words?"

Zhang Jing pondered for a moment: "Some things you need to figure out for yourself. However..." He gave her a meaningful look, "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

"The one who tied the bell..." Murong Xuewei repeated these words softly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Junior Brother Chen chimed in, "It's getting late, you..."