Chapter 22
Chapter 22: The Medicine King Sect Ruins!
Because the situation was urgent, the spirit boat raced straight toward the Medicine King Sect.
Along the way, there were occasional setbacks, but with Gu Qing Yuan and the others working together, they passed them all safely.
Half a month later, the spirit boat stopped smoothly in front of the Medicine King Sect Ruins.
Ever since the Medicine King Sect Ruins appeared more than 20 years ago, treasure seekers had come in an endless stream. Cultivators always wanted to test their luck, hoping they were the chosen of destiny who could obtain the Medicine King Sect’s legacy.
After stepping off the spirit boat, they happened to meet someone crawling out of the ruins.
The man’s face was full of disappointment and helplessness. From the look of it, he had returned empty-handed.
Ye Chu Xue pressed her lips together, her heart uneasy.
With Song Wan Ning refusing to help, they had no other option.
It was said that within the Medicine King Sect’s legacy there was a formula that could cure every poison under heaven, domineering beyond belief.
This time, they had come for that formula!
They quickly entered through the entrance and into the formation barrier.
About half a quarter-hour later, a black figure appeared at the entrance of the Medicine King Sect Ruins.
She wore a long robe that sealed off her aura.
Her face was covered by a gold mask that revealed only her eyes. Her gaze burned, and she stood tall and straight.
It was Song Wan Ning, who was supposed to be in seclusion.
It turned out her seclusion had been a ruse. She did it so she could follow them here and seize the Medicine King Sect’s legacy.
In her previous life, Ye Chu Xue had gained the Medicine King Sect’s legacy in these ruins. From someone who knew nothing about pills, she became an alchemy grandmaster.
Those who had once begged her for pills immediately changed their faces, mocking her with cold sarcasm.
Furious, Song Wan Ning went to Ye Chu Xue and challenged her to a pill-making contest, determined to prove her own strength.
But she lost.
From then on, she became a laughingstock.
Ye Chu Xue stepped on her and rose to the position of alchemy grandmaster, her name spreading across the Cultivation World, admired by countless people.
Whenever people praised Ye Chu Xue, they always dragged Song Wan Ning out too, only to trample her again without mercy.
Under pressure from every direction, her hatred for Ye Chu Xue reached its peak, and she slowly walked down a path of no return.
Now that she had a chance to start over, Song Wan Ning would never allow the same scene to repeat. She had to find a way to cut it off at the root.
But fate was written by heaven. Deep down, she was not very confident.
Her eyes darkened. She drew in her aura and slipped into the Medicine King Sect Ruins.
From the outside, the Medicine King Sect Ruins were sealed within a barrier of spiritual energy, hazy and impossible to see clearly.
Only after entering did she realize there was a whole different world inside.
In front of her, palaces rose from the ground one after another, majestic enough to pierce the heavens, like ancient giants that refused to fall, looking down on all living beings.
The foundations were carved and polished from enormous single blocks of stone. The pillars of the halls were like towering ancient trees, so thick it took several people to wrap their arms around them.
The pillars were covered in mysterious, archaic patterns—some symbolized the workings of heaven and earth, others recorded tribal legends, leaving the viewer awed and unsettled.
Eaves and bracket sets overlapped in layer after layer.
The roof tiles were laid in neat rows, their color warm and glossy, flashing like glazed glass in the sun.
But the crooked weeds along the main road, and the green lake beside it, formed a stark contrast to the splendid palaces.
Together, they created a strange kind of beauty.
Song Wan Ning had been to the Medicine King Sect Ruins before.
In ancient times, the Medicine King Sect had been a top-tier sect. Not only did its disciples have outstanding talent in alchemy, their personal strength was also exceptional.
With countless pills at their disposal, they could practically stride sideways through the Cultivation World.
But overnight, the Medicine King Sect vanished from the Cultivation World—along with the entire mountain it stood on. The news shook the world!
All that remained were the legends in old records, one breathtaking tale after another.
Who would have thought that more than 20 years ago, the Medicine King Sect Ruins would appear out of nowhere, like a bomb that drove the entire Cultivation World into a frenzy.
Countless people poured into the ruins, tirelessly weaving through these buildings, hoping to find even a fragment of the legacy and change their fate.
As a fanatic for pill refining, how could Song Wan Ning miss a place like this?
But after searching here for months, she found nothing and left with deep regret.
When she calculated it carefully, the moment the Medicine King Sect Ruins resurfaced was exactly when Ye Chu Xue was born.
So this was something heaven had deliberately saved for Ye Chu Xue. Of course she had gained nothing.
Song Wan Ning clenched her fist.
So what if the Heavenly Dao protected her?
If it was something she wanted, then even if heavenly tribulation stood right in front of her, she would fight to the death for it!
She had never believed in fate, and she was not afraid of dying!
What she feared was dying in humiliation again, like in her last life!
Song Wan Ning forced down the storm in her heart and moved slowly through the city.
On the road, she occasionally ran into cultivators. Everyone stayed on guard, wary that someone might strike without warning.
Especially because Song Wan Ning was dressed so mysteriously, with a presence that screamed trouble. No one dared to provoke her.
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“Cough, cough, cough…”
Ye Chu Xue clutched her chest and kept coughing, miserable.
Just as they stepped into the hall, she got separated from the others. She did not know if something was wrong with the hall, or if she had triggered a restriction.
It felt like she was about to cough her entire chest out.
Song Wan Ning’s arrogant face flashed through Ye Chu Xue’s mind, and her hatred only grew.
If that woman had not poisoned the pill, she would not be in this state.
She never wanted to experience again the humiliation of lowering herself to beg Song Wan Ning for a pill.
So she had to find the Medicine King Sect’s legacy, no matter what.
She would crush Song Wan Ning under her heel and slap her in the face!
Ye Chu Xue’s fighting spirit surged. Even though her body felt terrible, she was still brimming with confidence.
Ever since entering the Medicine King Sect, she could faintly sense a guiding force leading her step by step to this hall.
As a transmigrator, she was destined to be the Heavenly Dao’s darling, the true female lead!
With that thought, Ye Chu Xue quickened her pace and stepped toward the nearest door.
The door closed slowly. In a blur, she thought she saw someone come in.
Could it be that someone else also sensed that pull?
No. She had to find the legacy first!
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Guided by the poison, Song Wan Ning followed Ye Chu Xue all the way to the main hall. She just happened to see that closing door, and Ye Chu Xue behind it.
The corner of her mouth lifted, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.
If Gu Qing Yuan knew that the pill she had knelt to beg for had become a move on the board to ruin his disciple’s future, he would probably cough up blood from rage.
She slowly surveyed the hall.
Usually, a sect would have a place called the Inheritance Hall. The Inheritance Hall would set up different trials to test a disciple’s aptitude, insight, and more, selecting a suitable legacy successor.
If she was right, this should be the Medicine King Sect’s Inheritance Hall.
Song Wan Ning’s expression hardened. Since she was here, she would never hand the legacy over to anyone.
As for who would win, it would depend entirely on skill!
Soon, she found a restriction point. When she pushed, a door really did appear.
Ye Chu Xue could see the door the moment she arrived, but Song Wan Ning had to search for it herself.
The Heavenly Dao really was biased!
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Martial Aunt, Blood and Ashes
Nascent Soul True Lord Song Wan Ning dies a cruel death—only to learn she was never the heroine, just the “vicious supporting villain” written to be sacrificed.
In her first life, the...
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