C50 Treat the Poison with My Own Hands!

Hum—

Meng Zhuyun's mind went blank. Suddenly, she had no idea where she was.

Her last coherent thought was a panicked realization that she had forgotten to fully cleanse the Seductive Soft Powder left by the cardioverter.

She had used an ancient relic of the saints to purge the powder within the grand array.

Yet, the powder lingering outside the array remained untouched.

"What's happening to me?" Meng Zhuyun's body flushed with heat, her pale hands involuntarily clutching at her clothing.

Lu Yu, too, snapped back to reality, surrounded by a pink mist.

This mist, once under the control of the cardioverter, now wandered aimlessly through the cave, its master gone.

"Such wicked trickery."

With a cold snort, Lu Yu's soul burst forth with an imposing force.

Against the might of a Daolord's soul, the poison stood no chance.

In a flash, the pink fog within the cave was no more.

"Ah, she's succumbed to the poison?" Lu Yu's eyes narrowed as he observed Meng Zhuyun.

Gone was Meng Zhuyun's initial composure; her cheeks were flushed, her breath fragrant, her body slumped weakly against the cave wall, her heavy breaths audible.

Her hands still tugged at her garment, but in her dazed state, she struggled to remove the white dress.

Watching the scene unfold, Lu Yu rose to his feet and, after a moment's contemplation, approached Meng Zhuyun.

Meng Zhuyun appeared barely into her twenties, her lovely face as delicate and inviting as a fresh bloom.

Sensing the approach of a masculine presence, she instinctively leaned toward Lu Yu, murmuring softly.

The enticing fragrance of a young woman enveloped him, yet Lu Yu seemed to hesitate.

"Well then, chance brought us together, but since you've bestowed upon me a treasure, I shall in turn save your life!" Lu Yu whispered, a decisive glint in his gaze.

The poison, designed to ensnare the soul, needed to be expelled swiftly, lest she fall into a state of senseless stupor.

Meng Zhuyun still appeared intoxicated, her consciousness wavering as she instinctively sought to draw nearer to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu maintained his composure, unwavering in his principle not to exploit someone at their most vulnerable.

He gently propped Meng Zhuyun up, positioning her with her back to him. Then, with a flick of his fingertip, he summoned a blade of Knife Qi, slicing through her white robe.

A slit formed in the fabric, revealing Meng Zhuyun's porcelain jade back to Lu Yu.

Her skin was as flawless and smooth as white jade, and as Lu Yu's hand made contact, he felt its delicate texture.

Yet, as the Daolord of the Netherworld, Lu Yu was not one to be swayed by such fleeting sensations.

With a sharp clap!

Lu Yu's palms forcefully struck Meng Zhuyun's back, unleashing the formidable presence of a Daolord's soul and the purifying blaze of the Heavenly Emperor's True Flame.

A puff of white flame burst forth from his hands, and under his meticulous control, began to penetrate slowly into Meng Zhuyun's body.

Hiss, hiss...

Dark vapors rose steadily as Lu Yu diligently purged the lingering effects of the charm powder.

In the brief span it took to brew a cup of tea, sweat drenched Lu Yu's brow, and his body started to quake.

While his soul's might could cleanse the air of the seductive powder, expelling the toxin from another's body required the gradual application of the True Origin Flame.

The dragon-pulse could only bestow upon him pure strength, but such a True Origin Flame demanded an immense toll on his true qi. At his current level of cultivation, he was pushing his limits.

Puff!

Meng Zhuyun abruptly expelled a mouthful of black blood, her previously clouded gaze snapping into clarity.

Initially startled, she then became aware of a soothing touch on her back.

Turning her head, she was met with the sight of a sweat-drenched Lu Yu.

"You bastard!"

Meng Zhuyun's voice erupted in fury as she whirled around, delivering a fierce palm strike to Lu Yu's frame.