After finishing his tea, Han Cai stood up and announced, "I am not feeling well. I will leave."
Yan Yue and Yan Fei exchanged knowing looks and nodded their heads.
Han Cai left the hall and approached his great-grandfather, saying, "Great-grandpa, I am not feeling well. Can we go?"
Yan Liren glanced at Yan Qiao with curiosity – the poison wasn't supposed to work so quickly.
Seeing Han Cai unwell, Yan Rui grew worried and checked his condition by sending his Qi into Han Cai's body. He found that Han Cai was perfectly fine, so he assumed that perhaps his great-grandson was just uncomfortable in the company of the other children.
Deciding to take him home, Yan Rui asked, "Did those two bully you?"
Han Cai shook his head, replying, "No, I just don't like them." Yan Rui was puzzled by his words but accepted them, and they returned home.
Back in his courtyard, Han Cai sat peacefully as his bodyguard, Zhen Long, appeared.
Han Cai asked, "What kind of poison was it?"
Zhen Long replied, "I don't know the name, but it is supposed to work after thirty days."
"Death or cultivation?" Han Cai inquired. "Cultivation. It would have crippled your cultivation permanently," Zhen Long answered.
Han Cai was shocked at the savagery of his own clan members, who were not very different from the toxic outer sect elders of the Sky Soaring Sect.
Han Cai smiled at his bodyguard and said, "You did well today. I'll treat you to spirit coffee."
Upon hearing this, his bodyguard disappeared, and a black cat that had been sleeping in the corner of the courtyard vanished as well.
Life returned to normal after the tea incident. Having come out on top in the tournament, Han Cai began receiving a significant amount of resources from the clan. For now, he simply stored these resources away and continued cultivating.
Yan Qiao and Yan Liren waited patiently for news. When thirty days had passed, they were ready to hear the news, but none came from the Rui household.
On the thirty-first day, Yan Fei approached Yan Qiao with a pained expression, saying, "Grandpa, I am not able to cultivate. I feel sick."
Seeing his grandson's pain, Yan Qiao checked Yan Fei's body and discovered that his Dantian was poisoned and that he was crippled. Yan Qiao's heart almost stopped beating. He checked his great-grandson five more times, but the result remained the same.
Furious, Yan Qiao called for the servant who had served the tea and asked if he had served it to Yan Fei. The servant shook his head, but Yan Qiao was too furious to listen. In one slap, he turned the servant into a bloody paste while Yan Fei lost consciousness.
Carrying Yan Fei, Yan Qiao flew to Yan Zhiyuan's household. Yan Zhiyuan was the best medicine core elder in the Yan family. After examining Yan Fei, he told Yan Qiao that his grandson had been poisoned with Hushroot Blossom, and there was no antidote. Yan Fei's cultivation was crippled for good. He will stay in a coma for a month or two after that. He will live a mortal life.
Yan Qiao initially thought that Yan Rui was responsible, but he soon realized that Yan Rui couldn't have known unless someone else had informed him. Only three people knew about the poison beside Yan Qiao and his great-grandson: Yan Liren, his granddaughter, and the servant.
He ruled out the servant as a reliable slave even though he had killed the servant. He knew the servant couldn't betray him and concluded that the culprits must be Yan Liren and his granddaughter.
Enraged, Yan Qiao left Yan Zhiyuan's household and flew towards Yan Liren's home, leaving Yan Fei in Yan Zhiyuan's care.
Upon arriving in front of Yan Liren's house, his voice thundered, and the entire Yan City heard him. "Yan Liren! You dare poison my grandson! COME OUT!"
Yan Liren had expected a dramatic battle between core elders, but he thought it would be between Yan Qiao and Yan Rui.
Why was Yan Qiao outside his house? Yan Liren emerged from his home, flew into the air, and asked, "Yan Qiao, what happened? What are you talking about?"
Yan Qiao's fury intensified. "Stop acting! It was only you and your vile granddaughter who poisoned my grandson with Hushroot Blossom! My grandson has lost his cultivation. I will make sure your granddaughter loses hers too!"
Hearing this, Yan Liren also became furious. He telepathically replied, "It was your poison plan! It was you who did everything! Now you threaten my granddaughter?"
Yan Liren released his Qi, ready to attack the one threatening the future of his household. Yan Qiao did the same, but before they could attack each other, a thundering voice interrupted them. "Both of you, stop!"
They turned to see that it was the patriarch of the Yan family, Yan Xun. Both Yan Liren and Yan Qiao stopped their impending fight, and soon many other core elders of the Yan family arrived, including Yan Rui.
The Yan family patriarch, Yan Xun, called for an urgent clan meeting of all the core clan elders, including Yan Rui.
All twenty-four core elders sat in the meeting, including Elder Yan Zhiyuan, who had checked Yan Fei. Yan Liren and Yan Rui were also present.
Finally, the patriarch spoke, "Elder Qiao, going to another elder's household and disturbing the peace of the whole city is not how we do things. What happened between you two that you had to create such a ruckus?"
Yan Qiao spoke up, saying, "Patriarch, you don't know what Yan Liren and Yan Rui did. They poisoned my grandchild, Yan Fen, with Hushroot Blossom. This poison crippled his cultivation. The Heaven-grade talent of our household was ruined by them. I ask you to punish the culprits."
Hearing that a Heaven-grade talent of the Yan family had been poisoned and had his cultivation crippled, the patriarch's face became serious. So did the faces of all the elders present, including Yan Rui, especially because Yan Qiao accused him and Yan Liren of the poisoning.
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