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Afterwards, Chu Zhiyi walked out of the tent with Zhi Mo's help. Although his face was still a little pale, he looked much better.

"Man'er, you must have had a hard night." Chu Zhiyi said with a smile.

Shen Man quickly shook her head: "Your Highness is too kind. Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How are you feeling? If you can't go, please don't force yourself!"

Chu Zhiyi looked at Shen Man, his eyes filled with gratitude. He knew that without Shen Man's timely treatment, his injuries might have been much more serious.

"Your medical skills are superb, and I feel much better now. Last night, I sent someone to investigate, and they said that there is a deep valley called Broken Head Cliff in Qirong territory, thirty miles away from here."

The cliffs there are hundreds of feet high, shrouded in mist year-round. Why don't we go try our luck there?

"The person who poisoned us must know that the Black Spirit Grass can cure this poison. If there really is such a grass at the bottom of the Cliff of Broken Heads, they would definitely have heavily guarded the entrance to the cliff. If we go there, I'm afraid it will be extremely dangerous," Shen Man said worriedly.

Chu Zhiyi frowned slightly, but his eyes showed determination: "Even if it is dangerous, I have no choice but to try. I must cure the Qi Rong people before they know I have been poisoned."

Otherwise, if news of my poisoning leaks out, and the Qi Rong people seize the opportunity to attack our army, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although Shen Man had her concerns, seeing Chu Zhiyi's resolute attitude, she had no choice but to reply, "Since Your Highness has made up your mind, let's go to the Cliff of Broken Heads."

So Shen Man rode Wanfeng, and together with Chu Zhiyi and Zhimo, they quietly headed towards the direction of Duantou Cliff.

Wanfeng was familiar with the roads within Qirong territory, and quickly led Shen Man to the vicinity of Duantou Cliff.

As they approached the cliff, they dismounted, hid their horses in the woods, and then walked on.

All three remained highly vigilant throughout the journey. As they drew closer to the Cliff of Broken Heads, a mysterious atmosphere seemed to permeate the air.

The three of them had only walked a short distance when they saw a number of Qi Rong soldiers patrolling around them.

"What do we do now?" Shen Man asked, frowning as she looked at the Qi Rong soldiers on duty.

"Don't be afraid, I have a way!" Chu Zhiyi said, taking two small cotton balls from his sleeve and handing them to Shen Man. "Put these in your ears first!"

Shen Man, still somewhat doubtful, stuffed the two small cotton balls into her ears, and then saw Chu Zhiyi take out a jade flute from his waist and gently play it.

As Chu Zhiyi's flute music began, the Qi Rong soldiers seemed to be under some kind of control. Their eyes became glazed, and then they all put down their weapons, put their hands on their heads, and squatted down. In the end, they actually fell to the ground, and it was unclear whether they fell asleep or fainted.

Upon seeing this, Shen Man's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected Chu Zhiyi to possess such miraculous abilities. She had only ever seen people use the Soul-Capturing Technique on television before, but today she witnessed it firsthand, and it was indeed astonishing.

Chu Zhiyi smiled slightly at Shen Man and put away the jade flute.

The three seized the opportunity and quickly ran towards the cliff.

However, looking down from the cliff, all one could see was a thick layer of fog covering the entire valley, making it impossible to see what was happening below.

As Zhi Mo gazed at the bottomless precipice, a sense of unease welled up within him.

"Your Highness, the situation below this cliff is unknown, and it would be far too dangerous to go down rashly."

Chu Zhiyi frowned slightly, but his eyes remained firm. "Those Qi Rong soldiers will wake up in a quarter of an hour. We have no way out now. If we don't go down to search, we won't be able to find the Wuling Grass to cure the poison."

Moreover, now that we have come this far, there is no reason for us to retreat.

Shen Man nodded in agreement: "Your Highness is right. Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to take the risk. But since we're going down, we need to be fully prepared. Let's find some ropes first to ensure our safety."

Although she possessed the skill of lightness and agility, she had heard that the cliff was a hundred feet high, and even with the best lightness and agility, it was impossible to fly a hundred feet in one go.

Moreover, the situation below the cliff is unknown. If it's a river, that's fine, but if it's a rocky mountain, my life is over.

The three searched the vicinity for usable items, and fortunately, they found some sturdy vines not far away. Since Chu Zhiyi's hand was injured and he couldn't move easily, Shen Man and Zhi Mo worked together to weave the vines into a strong rope.

After preparations were complete, Zhi Mo took the lead and slowly climbed down the cliff using the rope, followed closely by Shen Man, with Chu Zhiyi bringing up the rear.

As they ventured deeper into the cliff, the fog grew thicker, almost completely obscuring their vision.

The cliff face was slippery, and Chu Zhiyi could only use one hand, making the climb extremely difficult.

Several times, he nearly fell, but with his strong will and careful movements, the three of them managed to continue their descent with difficulty.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally reached a huge rock in the middle of the cliff.

The moment her feet touched the ground, Shen Man breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, the scene before them only deepened their confusion.

In the pervasive mist, some peculiar plants could be vaguely seen growing on the cliff face, but it was impossible to tell whether there was any Wuling grass among them.

Chu Zhiyi and Zhi Mo didn't recognize the Black Spirit Grass, so they could only follow behind Shen Man and watch her carefully identify it.

Shen Man slightly raised her eyes and inadvertently caught sight of an extremely rare plant growing on a steep cliff about ten feet above them.

This plant is enormous, spreading out like an umbrella. Upon closer inspection, its leaves all display a deep and mysterious purplish-black hue, as if they had been painted with thick ink.

Bathed in sunlight, these dark purple leaves shimmered with dazzling light, as if inlaid with countless tiny gems, sparkling brilliantly.

"That's the Black Spirit Grass!" Shen Man pointed to the Black Spirit Grass on the cliff and excitedly told Chu Zhiyi and his servant.

"I'll go pick it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhi Mo couldn't wait to stand up and prepare to use his lightness skill to fly towards the direction where the Black Spirit Grass was located.

However, at that moment, a strange and chilling sound came from beneath their feet without warning.

The sudden sound was like a thunderclap ripped through the sky, instantly shattering the previously tranquil atmosphere.

Upon hearing the sound, the three of them stopped what they were doing and looked down in the direction from which the sound came, their expressions tense and alert.

Through the layers of pervasive white mist, they could vaguely see what appeared to be a huge, unidentified creature slowly moving toward them, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

As Shen Man watched the enormous figure approaching, her heart leaped into her throat.

She subconsciously drew the soft sword from her waist and gripped it tightly in her hand. Her palms were slightly sweaty from the excessive force.

Standing beside her, Chu Zhiyi dared not slack off in the slightest.

He and Shen Man drew their swords from their waists almost simultaneously, gripping the hilts tightly with their left hands, their eyes fixed on the area of ​​thick fog that was gradually becoming clearer ahead.