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I carefully placed An Zhao on the ground and stood up, my eyes eagerly scanning for any medicine that could treat his sword wound.
Looking around, disappointment filled my heart. This was the most desolate forbidden stone chamber I had ever seen—no treasures of gold and silver, no statues of celestial sisters, no unparalleled swords, just a row of ancestors from the Flying Immortal Palace enshrined here.
The light source was not the legendary night pearl the size of a bowl, but rather a candle of the same size.
Tears streamed down my face in silent despair; my dreams of wealth had been completely shattered.
An Zhao let out a soft groan, and I quickly crouched down, anxiously asking, "How can I save you?"
His face grew paler, guilt filling his eyes. "The descendants of the An family have served the master of the Flying Immortal Palace for generations. An Zhao is an unfilial son."
My heart raced as I listened to his incoherent words, panic rising within me.
"Master, An Zhao is cold," he said weakly.
My heart tightened. Oh no, he was starting to fade. I gently held him, soothing him like a child. "You're not cold; I'm your master. I won't let anything happen to you."
In truth, everyone knew I had no way to save him.
Actually, since the Yin-Yang Universe Technique was so powerful, I could simply transfer my energy to him. He probably wouldn't die then. As for me, losing my power might allow me to return to the modern world seamlessly.
I couldn't help but feel a bit proud—how great I was! I had never seen anyone as magnificent as myself...
Suddenly, An Zhao stiffened in my arms; he was clearly taken aback by my greatness.
But then I stiffened too because he had actually sealed my acupoint.
He slowly stood up before me while I remained in a half-crouched position, unable to move.
"Thank you, Master." He looked at me with a smile, his lips curving into an attractive arc, but there was not a trace of mirth in his eyes. I dreaded that kind of smile, one that was all facade; my heart sank little by little.
I inwardly cursed my luck. This smile, this atmosphere—it was the prelude to "you've been set up."
I questioned angrily, "Did you deliberately lead me into the forbidden area?"
An Zhao nodded slightly and then calmly asked, "Master, do you know why the Elders strongly oppose your proposal, even to the point of risking your life?"
I replied tersely, "Just say it all at once." I had no interest in a back-and-forth that would only create a terrifying atmosphere.
He wasn't offended; he simply continued slowly, "Because the Yin-Yang Universe Technique cannot detoxify at all. We are not poisoned; we have been cursed. There is no Liejin. The idea that coupling can detoxify is a lie told by the Grandmaster to make us obedient. The only thing that can control the curse is the Yin-Yang Universe Technique. It can kill us, keep us alive, or make us wish we were dead. The only thing I want in this life is to destroy it!"
I suddenly realized, "The Yin-Yang Universe Technique is in the stone chamber?"
"Sometimes you're very foolish, and other times you're quite clever."
As he spoke, he turned one of the candles, and a piece of blue brick on the wall slid away, revealing a parchment made of sheepskin.
Without hesitation, he burned the sheepskin parchment to ashes.
Watching his actions filled me with a strong sense of crisis. An Zhao looked at me as if I were a pile of ashes: "Master, I don't want to kill you; it's just that your mastery of the Yin-Yang Universe Technique poses a threat."
I found it suddenly absurd. Just moments ago, I wanted to save this man's life and pass on my skills to him, while he was constantly thinking about taking mine.
I hurriedly explained, "I can't control them."
"I know. You have always been different from those women. It's just that I can't take the risk; as long as you are alive, there is a possibility for your power to be passed down."
He looked at me with that same gentle expression, but that gentleness sent chills down my spine.
How could someone talk about killing you while looking at you so tenderly?
He gently hugged me, just like I did when he was cold. "Master of the Palace, I actually like you a little bit."
At the same time he said this, he suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it fiercely toward my neck.
I only felt a sharp pain, and then everything went dark. As I lost consciousness, I wondered how he intended to kill me—strangle me? Drown me? Starve me? Or stab me to death?
I don't know how long it was before I realized I hadn't died. It turned out that the Time Hotel's Time Machine had sensed my intense crisis and brought me back.
This service is simply too, too, too humane...
"I'm really sorry. We couldn't send you to the Tang Dynasty as you requested. The machine had a little malfunction, so we're giving you another chance to ride the Time Machine, free of charge, dear."
I quickly waved my hands and said, "Thank you, but no thanks. Really, it's fine."
"Oh come on, don't be shy. It's the least we can do."
So, I was pushed back onto the Time Machine.
Every time I fell out of the Time Tunnel, it was always a grand scene.
This time, I also landed on two people, but thankfully, I didn't kill them.
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