Jiang Rulan knelt down directly in front of Jun Wushuang.
She was a wealthy little princess, but she knelt down and begged regardless of her image, which showed how urgent the situation was.
"What happened?"
Jun Wushuang frowned slightly.
"Mr. Jun, my grandfather has been poisoned again, and this time the poison is more serious than the last time. I'm afraid he won't survive tonight!"
Jiang Rulan spoke quickly, her delicate and pretty face full of worry and anxiety.
She has the best relationship with her grandfather, and she definitely doesn't want to see her grandfather die of poison.
While in Jiangning City, Jun Wushuang cured his grandfather.
So she immediately thought of Jun Wushuang, and quickly came here to help Jun Wushuang.
"Dean, let me go and take a look!"
He still owed Jiang Hongru two favors. Now that Jiang Hongru's life was in danger, Jun Wushuang naturally couldn't stand idly by.
After saying goodbye to Mo Xingyun, he followed Jiang Rulan and went straight to Zhennan Prince's Mansion.
"What is the specific situation?"
While rushing on the road, Jun Wushuang asked, wanting to know more so that he could prescribe the right medicine.
"Grandpa has been poisoned by the deadly poison again this time, and it's more serious. The poison has penetrated into his heart, and he will die soon."
"And in addition to the sinister and deadly energy, grandpa has also been sealed by the corpse ghost of the Black Demon Cult!"
Jiang Rulan did not dare to hide anything and quickly revealed the situation.
Jun Wushuang is no stranger to the sinister and deadly energy.
But what is the Black Demon Cult?
"The Black Demon Sect is one of the three major demon sects in the Eastern Region. It is spread all over the country and has huge power. It is an immortal force stronger than the Holy Land."
"The Black Demon Cult is famous for its poison and hidden weapons, which makes people fearful."
"This time, grandpa went to explore a secret realm and met a strong man from the Black Demon Cult. In the end, grandpa returned defeated. Not only was he infected with the sinister and deadly energy, but he was also sealed by the corpse ghost."
Jiang Rulan quickly spoke and told the origin of the Black Demon Sect.
Only those with powerful men in the Great Emperor realm are called immortal forces.
The Daqian Dynasty is not even as good as the Holy Land, let alone compared with the Black Demon Sect.
However, what Jiang Hongru encountered were just disciples of the Black Demon Sect, not a branch, otherwise he would never be able to come back alive.
As for the corpse seal.
Jun Wushuang has never seen it, so it is difficult to draw conclusions for the time being.
Soon, Jun Wushuang and Jiang Rulan arrived at Zhennan Palace.
King Zhennan is the first prince of Daqian, and his palace is also extremely magnificent.
But Jun Wushuang had no intention to pay attention to these at this time.
With Jiang Rulan here, the journey will naturally be smooth.
Not long.
Jun Wushuang met Jiang Hongru.
Since the retreat two months ago, Jun Wushuang has not seen Jiang Hongru again.
He didn't even show up for the life and death contest.
But now, Jiang Hongru in front of him made Jun Wushuang look solemn.
Jiang Hongru was seen lying on a wooden bed made of huanghuali, covered with a quilt, but he was extremely weak.
The original Jiang Hongru should have been a tall and burly old man.
But the Jiang Hongru in front of him was sallow and thin, with not only his cheeks shriveled and losing their luster, but his eye sockets were also sunken.
The whole person is skin and bones, like a skeleton.
Not only that.
Jiang Hongru was still covered in darkness, with poisonous spots all over his body, and the smelly poisonous gas was emitting, with the possibility of breaking out at any time.
There is also a black ghost tattoo between his eyebrows.
This ghost tattoo seems to be alive, with teeth and claws. If you look at it, the sea of consciousness will be torn apart by the ghost.
This should be the corpse ghost seal of the Black Demon Cult.
"Lan'er, what are you doing here? Didn't I say that your grandfather could be poisoned and die at any time? You are of low strength. What if you get too close and get poisoned!"
At this time, there were two figures beside the bed.
One of the middle-aged men saw Jiang Rulan and immediately scolded her in a deep voice.
But he didn't really blame him, but was worried about Jiang Rulan's safety.
After all, once Jiang Hongru's poison breaks out, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Dad, I am also worried about grandpa's safety, so I went to invite Mr. Jun!"
Jiang Rulan said eagerly.
This middle-aged man, named Jiang Mingde, is Jiang Hongru’s eldest son and Jiang Rulan’s father.
Now that Jiang Hongru has been poisoned and comatose, as the eldest son, he naturally has to shoulder the responsibility of the Zhennan Palace.
"Nonsense, I have already invited the Medicine Pill King. With him here, there will be no problem with your grandfather's poison."
Jiang Mingde's expression softened slightly, but he still scolded.
At this time, beside the bed, an old man in white robe was inspecting it carefully.
The old man has an immortal spirit and a masterly attitude.
It’s just medicine without dust!
King Zhennan is the chief master of Wanbao Pavilion, and Yao Wuchen is the deputy master.
Now that Jiang Hongru was poisoned, he was naturally called in immediately.
"Dad, the last time grandpa was poisoned, it was Mr. Jun who cured him. I think he will be able to cure grandpa this time too!"
It's not that Jiang Rulan doesn't trust Yao Wuchen, but when it comes to her grandfather's life and death, she naturally takes it more seriously.
"It's ridiculous. The Medicine Pill King is a sixth-grade alchemist and the best alchemist in our Daqian Dynasty."
"He is just a young boy, but even if he is an alchemy genius and has some ability, he would be a third-grade alchemist!"
"Okay, okay, I know you are worried about grandpa, but King Yao Dan is here for this matter, so don't cause any trouble, and take your people and get out of here!"
Jiang Mingde had a serious look on his face and kept urging him off.
He didn't want anything to happen to his precious daughter.
As for Jun Wushuang, he didn't even look at it from beginning to end.
too young!
A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, no matter how talented he is, can his genius go as far as he wants.
When it comes to alchemy, in the entire Daqian Dynasty, apart from King Tianqing Alchemy, Yao Wuchen is the best.
Why don't you believe Yao Wuchen, but instead believe in a young boy?
"What the young prince said is wrong."
At this moment, Yao Wuchen spoke.
"I dare not claim to be the number one alchemist of the Daqian Dynasty. In my mind, only Master Jun is the number one alchemist."
Yao Wuchen and his eyes are worshiped.
He has long admired Master Jun, whose name he has only heard but never seen in person, like a god.
I don't know how he would feel if he knew that Master Jun, whom he admired wholeheartedly, was standing in front of him.
Unfortunately, he didn't know Jun Wushuang's identity.
At this time, he didn't even look at Jun Wushuang, nor did he care about Jiang Rulan, but looked at Jiang Mingde.
"My young prince, the situation of the chief pavilion master is very serious. The sinister and deadly energy has corroded the internal organs and heart veins, and the corpse ghost seal has sealed the sea of consciousness of the chief pavilion master."
"But don't worry, I recently received a jade slip given by Master Jun, and it has similar problems on it."
"I have already solved this problem. All I need to do is use the Nine Needles of the Ghost Gate to open the acupuncture points and unblock the meridians, release the poisonous blood, and then supplement it with a three-orifice psychic pill to help the Chief Pavilion Master unblock and detoxify, and recover as before!
"
Yao Wuchen spoke proudly and confidently.
"Thank you Yao Lao. Please treat Yao Lao as soon as possible and save my father's life."
Jiang Mingde nodded hurriedly, his face full of gratitude and full of trust in Yao Wuchen.
"good!"
Yao Wuchen nodded, and immediately took out nine golden needles as thin as hair, and began to use the Nine Needles of the Ghost Gate.