Poisonous Valley.
Yan Buxiu had been soaking in the medicinal bath for two days in a wooden tub.
No method had worked. The poison still couldn't be eliminated from his body. His meridians were overtaken by a strange venom, causing him constant agony.
Suddenly, his hands gripped the sides of the tub, and the veins and blood vessels on the back of his hands turned a horrifying shade of purple. It looked terrifying.
"Qingwu! Qingwu!!" Yan Buxiu cried out, each shout making the pain worse. "Please, kill me! End this suffering!"
The poison was just too potent. He couldn't bear the torment any longer.
Qingwu hurriedly rushed in from behind the screen and was heartbroken upon seeing Yan Buxiu in such a state.
"My brother, hold on!"
Then, he turned to Elder Duxin, "You can't cure this poison, but at least you should lessen Yan Buxiu's suffering. You've studied poisons for so many years, do you not have even this much skill?"