Chapter 154: Ye Wujin, the Dan Saint?

"How is this possible, you actually..."

Mourong Jue stared at Mo Wenjian, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

This couldn't be happening; those afflicted with blood poison were destined to die without a doubt. Could it be that their calculations regarding the timing were wrong, and Mo Wenjian's blood poison was only erupting now, making this the last flicker before death?

"Quite unexpected, isn't it? That I'm still alive," Mo Wenjian sneered.

His words, like thunder, exploded in the minds of Mourong Jue and his companions. They were certain that Mo Wenjian knew about the blood poison, and from his demeanor, it seemed like this wasn't just a temporary reprieve.

"Mourong Jue, you knew about my impending death and sent Mourong Yi to treat me. But behind my back, you planted the blood poison to hasten my demise. Did you think all of this could deceive the heavens?" Mo Wenjian's voice was stern and commanding.

His words prompted another round of gasps from the onlookers. Blood poison? Mo Wenjian was afflicted, and it was at the behest of the Dan Saint's command through Mourong Yi? No wonder the Sword Sect had joined forces with Ye Wujin to eliminate Mourong Feng and Mourong Yi. It turned out that the Dan Saint's actions were the despicable ones, not the Sword Sect.

At this moment, many people felt disgusted by the actions of the Dan Saint's Palace.

"It seems you already know, but what of it? Throughout history, the victors are kings, and the losers are villains. The blood poison has no cure; you are destined to die," Mourong Jue retorted coldly.

Mo Wenjian must have used some secret method to suppress the blood poison, but the poison was unstoppable. Eventually, Mo Wenjian would die, and without him, the Sword Sect would be unable to contend with the Dan Saint's Palace.

"Is the blood poison truly incurable? Are you sure?" Mo Wenjian retorted disdainfully.

Mourong Jue's expression trembled. Could it be that...

"This is impossible!" Mourong Jue exclaimed, refusing to believe Mo Wenjian's words.

"There is nothing in this world that is impossible. Your blood poison has been cured by someone," Mo Wenjian continued.

Mourong Jue and his companions were shocked. The blood poison had been cured? How was this possible?

But looking at Mo Wenjian's condition, it seemed like he hadn't just suppressed the poison temporarily. His aura was stable, without a trace of disorder. It appeared that he had truly been cured.

They had gone to great lengths to ensure Mo Wenjian's affliction, only to be met with him in his prime once again. If another battle were to ensue, even if they managed to suppress the Sword Sect, the Dan Saint's Palace would suffer heavy losses. This was something Mourong Jue didn't want to see. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to afflict Mo Wenjian with the blood poison in the first place.

"Mourong Jue, even if you've cured the blood poison, so what? Your lifespan is nearing its end. The Dan Saint's Palace can wait another year or two, and the Sword Sect will eventually be destroyed," Mourong Jue grimly declared.

Mo Wenjian chuckled bitterly. "Who said my lifespan was nearing its end? Who said I only had one or two years left to live?"

"You..." Mourong Jue's expression froze as he stared at Mo Wenjian, unable to believe his words.

"Even if another ten years pass, you won't witness my demise," Mo Wenjian replied coldly.

"This is impossible!" Mourong Jue exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief. "Someone has personally confirmed that your lifespan is near its end. Mourong Yi has diagnosed you, and you have at most one or two years to live. Mo Wenjian, you can't deceive me."

Mo Wenjian didn't care about Mourong Jue's reaction. When he spoke those words, his spiritual sense had been covering the entire Sword Sect, and for a moment, he clearly sensed a beautiful woman trembling, her face filled with disbelief and fear.

"Qiuyao, I've treated you well, why would you do this?" Mo Wenjian looked at the woman, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes before disappearing.

After Ye Wujin's reminder, he had already speculated that the blood poison had been administered by someone close to him. Over the past month, he hadn't made a fuss, but had been searching for clues.

Before this, he had some suspicions, and the words he had just spoken were enough to shake the heart of the poisoner and confirm his suspicions.

His beloved concubine, who had been with him the most, had betrayed him.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Qiuyao appeared flustered and avoided Mo Wenjian's gaze.

Mo Wenjian shook his head. "Even if you don't understand, I do."

He reached out, and a sword aura pierced through the air, showing no mercy as it went straight for Qiuyao.

"No, Lord Mourong Jue, save me!"

Feeling Mo Wenjian's genuine intent to kill, Qiuyao panicked and fled while pleading to Mourong Jue for help. Her words confirmed everything.

Mo Wenjian's face displayed a bitter smile. The sword intent showed no mercy as it swiftly executed Qiuyao.

As for Mourong Jue, he made no move to save her. A pawn exposed was of no further use.

"Who cured the blood poison and extended your lifespan?" Mourong Jue stared at Mo Wenjian. From the moment he had moved to kill Qiuyao, Mourong Jue had believed everything.

The blood poison was incurable. Once activated, it would spread throughout the body, leading to certain death. Given Mo Wenjian's time of poisoning, once activated, he would die without a doubt.

But now, he was unharmed, indicating that his blood poison had indeed been cured, and his lifespan was likely not nearing its end.

He was curious who possessed such abilities.

"It was Lord Ye Wujin," Mo Wenjian said softly, his voice filled with deep respect.

At this moment, he almost revered Ye Wujin.

Firstly, it was because of Ye Wujin's attitude towards Mo Wu's astonishment.

Secondly, because Ye Wujin had truly cured his blood poison and extended his lifespan, a kindness akin to giving him a new lease on life.

"Ye Wujin is truly formidable, to be able to neutralize the blood poison laid down by Mourong Jue," the crowd murmured in amazement.

"The most frightening thing is that he can extend a person's lifespan. Even Mourong Jue couldn't do that."

"Could it be that Ye Wujin is also proficient in both martial and alchemical arts, with his mastery of alchemy surpassing martial arts, making him a true Dan Saint?"

"He's definitely a Dan Saint!"

"How terrifying Ye Wujin is, a prodigy in martial arts and a Dan Saint. It seems that a peerless figure is about to emerge in Jiuyou. Perhaps, the Jiuyou Ancient Dynasty is about to see the

 rise of another extraordinary figure."

"Perhaps, the Jiuyou Ancient Dynasty will be restored!"

The crowd was in an uproar, especially at the last statement, which silenced them all. The Jiuyou Ancient Dynasty had been gone for thousands of years, and although there were eighteen sects striving to unify Jiuyou and restore the glory of the ancient dynasty, none had succeeded.

Could Ye Wujin, who had suddenly emerged, achieve this?