Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

Nalan Rongzhi's condition deteriorated rapidly. The demonic poison gnawed at his body, his face turned pale, his lips cracked and bled, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. But he remained clenched and silent, unwilling to burden the others.

Lu Lingxi Yao kept looking back at him, her eyes full of worry. She knew Nalan Rongzhi's pride; the more pain he was in, the more silent he became. This kind of forbearance and strength made her heart ache, and it also strengthened her determination to find an antidote as soon as possible.

"Master, someone is following us." Zhuque narrowed her phoenix eyes, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

Azure Dragon also noticed the anomaly, his nostrils twitching slightly as he sniffed the air. "That black aura... seems to be related to the forbidden techniques in the Dead City."

Lu Lingxi's expression hardened, and she stopped in her tracks. A ball of blazing flame condensed in her hand, illuminating the dim surroundings.

"Come out. What's the point of hiding?" Her voice was cold and carried an undeniable authority.

A sinister laugh suddenly echoed in the air, sending chills down one's spine. The wisp of black energy quickly condensed, transforming into three figures dressed in black robes, like demons crawling out of hell.

"I never expected the Lord of the Dead City to fall into your hands," the leader of the black-robed men chuckled, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. "However, your good luck ends here!"

Before the words were even finished, the three of them simultaneously formed hand seals, and countless black wisps condensed in the air, transforming into ferocious bone claws that pierced the air with a piercing sound as they lunged at the crowd. The speed and the sheer number of these claws would have terrified most people.

Lu Lingxi snorted coldly, her hands forming hand seals. Wind spiritual power condensed in her palms, transforming into sharp wind blades, like the scythe wielded by the Grim Reaper, shattering all the bone claws. At the same time, lightning spiritual power surged beneath her feet, her figure moving like lightning, instantly appearing in front of a black-robed man. She struck out with a palm, lightning flashing, emitting a deafening roar.

The black-robed man hastily tried to defend himself, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by the force of the palm strike, and the black robe in his chest was burned with lightning, revealing the white bones inside.

"court death!"

The other two men in black robes roared and simultaneously summoned a pitch-black bone mirror. The mirror surface shone with an eerie light, and countless black threads wrapped around Lu Lingxi Yao like a spider web, moving at a speed too fast to catch.

"Little tricks!"

The Vermilion Bird and the Azure Dragon attacked simultaneously. The Vermilion Bird condensed seven-colored flames in its palm, transforming them into a roaring fire dragon that burned everything. The Azure Dragon, on the other hand, threw a punch that distorted the spatial elements, shredding all the black threads.

"A mere forbidden technique, yet you dare to act so presumptuously in front of two divine beasts?" Zhuque sneered, her tone full of disdain.

Seeing the situation was not good, the three men in black robes changed their expressions and turned to flee. However, Lu Lingxi had been waiting for a long time. A cold smile appeared on her lips. She formed a hand seal, and spiritual energy condensed in the air, turning into a huge net of light that enveloped the three men, making them fight like trapped beasts.

"Want to leave? It's too late!"

A cold glint flashed in Lu Lingxi's eyes. The light spiritual power in her hand suddenly contracted, and the light net quickly tightened. The three black-robed men immediately let out a shrill scream. Their bodies were squeezed and deformed, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

With the crisis averted, Lu Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to check on Nalan Rongzhi's condition, she saw him suddenly cough violently, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and swaying precariously.

"Rong Zhi!" Lu Lingxi Yao quickly supported him, her expression changing drastically. Nalan Rong Zhi's pulse was erratic, and the demonic poison had begun to erode his heart meridian. The situation was worse than she had imagined.

“Master, there is a bamboo forest ahead,” Qinglong observed the surrounding environment, “We can rest there for a while.”

Lu Lingxi nodded and helped Nalan Rongzhi walk towards the bamboo forest. However, no one noticed that where the three men in black robes had disappeared, a very faint wisp of black energy quietly disappeared into the ground...

Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a dilapidated bamboo house. Lu Lingxi Yao settled Nalan Rongzhi on a simple wooden bed inside the bamboo house and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m fine…” Nalan Rongzhi said weakly, his voice hoarse, “Don’t worry about me…”

Lu Lingxi held his hand, feeling his icy body temperature, and felt extremely anxious. "Don't talk, save your strength." She took out some pills and spiritual herbs from her storage ring, preparing to refine an antidote for him.

Just then, the door of the bamboo house was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed in white walked in. He had a handsome face and an otherworldly air, and he was holding a green bamboo flute in his hand.

"Who are you?" Lu Lingxi asked warily, a ball of flame gathering in her hand.

The man smiled slightly, his voice clear and melodious, “I am Zhu Yin. I was passing by when I heard the commotion, so I came in to take a look. This young master seems to have been poisoned. I have some medical knowledge and may be able to help.”

Lu Lingxi looked warily at the white-clad man before her. The flames dancing in her palms reflected on her tense face, and the firelight flickered in her glassy eyes, making her vigilance exceptionally clear.

Zhu Yin remained calm, his slender fingers gently caressing the bamboo flute before slowly tucking it into his sleeve. He stepped forward and said, "May I take this young master's pulse?"

Zhuque stood behind Lu Lingxi Yao, carefully observing Zhu Yin. Her eyes, which seemed to see into people's hearts, remained unblinking. After a moment, her clear and melodious voice rang in Lu Lingxi Yao's ears.

“Master, this person has no ill intentions.”

Lu Lingxi Yao turned her head slightly to meet Zhuque's gaze. Zhuque's perception of malice had never been wrong. The flame at her fingertips gradually died down. She nodded gently and stepped aside, but still remained vigilant.

Zhu Yin came to the bedside and looked at the unconscious Nalan Rongzhi. His face was as white as paper, his lips were so pale it was heartbreaking, and his brows were tightly furrowed like knotted silk, as if he was suffering from unspeakable torment.

Zhu Yin's fingers lightly touched Nalan Rongzhi's wrist. He closed his eyes and focused his mind. As the diagnosis deepened, his brows furrowed like mountains, and deep worry appeared in his eyes.

“The situation is very bad,” Zhu Yin withdrew his hand, his voice so heavy it seemed to sink to the bottom of a valley. “The demonic poison has begun to erode the heart meridian. If it is not controlled soon, it will probably attack the heart within three days.” His words were filled with undisguised urgency.

Lu Lingxi felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow, her voice trembling slightly, "Is there any way to control the spread of the demonic poison?"

Zhu Yin pondered for a moment, his gaze deep, "I have a secret recipe that requires a specially made medicinal bath, once every seven days, which can temporarily prevent the demonic poison from invading the internal organs. However, the spiritual herbs required for this medicinal bath can only be found in the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs where I live."

"Ten Thousand Medicines Valley?" Lu Lingxi's eyes lit up instantly. "Then please ask Young Master Zhu to take Rong Zhi to Ten Thousand Medicines Valley."

The Azure Dragon, who had been as silent as a statue, suddenly stepped forward, a faint azure spiritual energy swirling around him. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Master, may I accompany you?"

Lu Lingxi nodded slightly and turned to Zhu Yin, "After I find all nine medicinal herbs and refine the antidote pill, I will go to Wanyao Valley to find you."

“Alright,” Zhu Yin nodded gently. “The Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines is located in the southwest of the Holy Spirit Continent. It’s just across the Seven Star Mountains.”

Just then, Nalan Rongzhi weakly opened his eyes. He struggled to raise his hand and grasped Lu Lingxi's hand, his voice as weak as a sigh in her ear, "Be careful..."

Lu Lingxi leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. "Wait for me."

Watching Zhu Yin, Qinglong, and Nalan Rongzhi disappear into the distant mountains, Lu Lingxi Yao raised her hand to wipe away the glistening tears from the corners of her eyes, turned to Zhuque and said, "Let's continue on our way; we can't delay any longer at Zhaixing Cliff."

The Vermilion Bird spread its magnificent wings, its fiery red feathers shimmering in the sunlight: "Master, rest assured, with me here, I will definitely help you find the Dew of the Stars."

The two left the bamboo house and sped off toward the Star-Picking Cliff. Their figures quickly disappeared into the vast forest, leaving only a series of rapid wind sounds echoing through the woods.