Yuqiongyin

Thinking back to the past few days, Feng Chenning has been taking medicine according to the prescription, and everything seems to be in order, but her condition has suddenly deteriorated to this point...

The prescription undoubtedly became the biggest doubt.

Rong Yunqiu hurriedly headed for the largest pharmacy in the holy land—this was where the medicine was dispensed.

For several days thereafter, Rong Yunqiu came early every day and went straight into the warehouse where medicinal materials and prescription files were stored, staying there for the entire day.

At night, the pharmacy had been closed for a long time, but the faint light of candlelight was still visible in the room, illuminating his focused figure as he bent over his desk, looking up information and comparing medicinal samples.

The guys in the pharmacy were discussing among themselves, but no one dared to disturb them.

Hard work pays off. After sorting through and repeatedly checking the mountains of old prescriptions and complicated lists of medicinal materials, Rong Yunqiu finally found a clue.

He held two prescriptions, which looked identical at first glance.

However, after careful comparison, it was found that the dosage of several herbs had been secretly tampered with. When checking the residue, it was found that the herbs that were supposed to be nourishing had been mixed with poisons that were incompatible with them and could cause chronic poisoning.

No wonder Feng Chenning's health was getting worse and worse. It turned out that someone had been plotting to murder her from the very beginning.

Rong Yunqiu carefully put away the evidence and strode out of the pharmacy. His figure seemed to be wrapped in a biting cold wind, and murderous intent was looming.

Right now, finding the real culprit and removing the remaining poison from Feng Chenning's body became his most important task.

As he stepped into the gate of the holy land, a solemn atmosphere hit him. However, Rong Yunqiu had no intention of appreciating the scenery of carved beams and painted buildings and lingering medicinal fragrance. He walked straight to the pavilion where the prescription files were stored.

This towering pavilion reaches into the clouds, housing all the medical classics and pharmacological classics in the world as well as medical records and prescription notes from the holy land over hundreds of years.

Rong Yunqi showed his jade identity card before he was allowed to enter and check.

Rows of bookshelves tower into the sky, filled with medical books and prescriptions.

Rong Yunqiu took a deep breath, and based on the tampered parts in his memory, he quickly locked onto the relevant area and searched through the copies of the recently issued prescriptions one by one.

He flipped through the pages, looking for cases of similar illnesses and unusual changes in prescriptions. The pages made a rustling sound, raising fine dust that blinded his bloodshot eyes, but he paid no attention to it.

He had no clue at first, but when he turned to a batch of prescriptions specially marked "urgent customization", he discovered several traces of handwriting tampering, which were exactly the same as the strange modifications on Feng Chenning's prescription.

Looking at the signature again, the doctor's signature was blurred, with only an inconspicuous number "20" in the corner.

After a long time, his fingertips paused. The date of receipt was just before Feng Chenning used the medicine for the first time, and the medicinal materials received were highly consistent with the tampered prescription.

But wasn’t “Number 20” expelled from the Holy Land a long time ago?

It seems that he did not really leave and returned to the holy land.

Rong Yunqiu got the clue and without wasting a moment, he ran towards the back mountain along the winding path.

The back mountain is quiet and peaceful, with few people, and only the chirping of birds and the rustling of branches and leaves to accompany you.

When we reached the gate of a remote courtyard, a faint smell of medicine wafted out, mixed with a bit of strangeness.

He hid his body, quietly moved closer to the window, and overheard the faint conversation coming from inside the house.

"Feng Chenning isn't dead yet, but he will be dead soon. Then our plan will be accomplished." Someone said in a hoarse and anxious voice.

"Humph, it's all Rong Yunlu's fault. He meddled in other people's business and kept watching over her day and night, disrupting our plans! But it doesn't matter. The dosage of the chronic poison is increasing gradually, and she won't be able to hold out for long."

The other person's voice was sinister, it was number 20.

Just as Rong Yunqiu was about to leave, he heard a sinister sneer behind him: "Want to leave? Now that we've found out this far, don't even think about getting out alive!"

Another person appeared, wearing a gray robe, his face hidden under a hood, and he approached like a ghost.

Number 20 reacted quickly, raising his hand and throwing out a handful of poison powder, trying to stop Rong Yunqiu from getting closer.

Rong Yunqiu was prepared, he dodged to the side and kicked No. 20 unconscious.

Suddenly, swords and knives flashed, the medicine box was overturned, and the medicinal materials were scattered all over the ground.

After several rounds, the soft sword in Rong Yunqiu's hand was like a nimble snake. He spotted the opponent's weakness and stabbed his shoulder blade with the soft sword in his hand.

The gray-robed man groaned in pain and his body suddenly stiffened. Rong Yunqiu took the opportunity to take a step forward, stretched out his left hand and grasped the man's wrist tightly like a pair of iron pliers, and exerted a little force.

There was a sound of "click!", and the joints were dislocated. The weapon hidden in the gray-robed man's hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and the whole person was restrained and unable to move.

There were cold stars in Rong Yun's eyes. He pulled off the other person's hood, revealing a distorted and hideous face.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood and said viciously: "Don't meddle in other people's business. You can't afford to offend the person behind the scenes!"

The sound was like the cry of a night owl, revealing the arrogance and threat in its bones.

Rong Yunqiu remained unmoved. He exerted a little force on the soft sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pressed firmly against his throat. His skin was pierced by the tip of the sword, and a trace of bright red blood slowly oozed out.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, who is the mastermind?"

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, and reinforcements were about to arrive.

Unexpectedly, a hint of determination and ruthlessness flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes, and his cheeks suddenly bulged.

Rong Yunqi thought to himself that something was wrong, but before he could try to stop him, he saw the man in gray robe suddenly bite open the poison sac that he had prepared in his mouth.

In an instant, a stream of black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His face instantly distorted even more, his body began to twitch violently, his eyes widened, staring at Rong Yunqiu.

But in a moment, his body softened and he fell straight down. There was no sign of life left, only a pair of wide-open eyes, as if he died with his eyes open, revealing unwillingness and resentment.

Rong Yunqiu had a calm expression. He leaned over and quickly searched the man's body. He found a tattoo with strange patterns on the left chest of the man in the gray robe. The patterns were complicated and twisted, and seemed to contain a mystery.

There was also a secret letter that had not yet been sent. The handwriting on the letter was sloppy and vaguely mentioned words such as "plan" and "most of the goal has been achieved". Although the mastermind was not pointed out, Rong Yunqi smelled a hint of conspiracy.

He put away the evidence and just stood up when the reinforcements opened the door.

The elder leading the team saw the scene and his face changed drastically: "Rong Yunke! What crime should you be punished for committing a crime in the holy land?"

Rong Yunqi raised his eyes, his gaze was stern: "This man poisoned the Saint, and committed suicide out of fear of punishment. I was just trying to find out the truth in self-defense. If the elders want to convict him, why not first investigate why such a scum appeared in the Holy Land, and what conspiracy is hidden behind it."

The elder who led the team looked stern, his eyes fell on the corpse and the evidence in Rong Yunqiu's hand, and he fell into deep thought.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "This matter is full of doubts. I will handle it impartially. Please follow me back to the hall and tell me the details of what happened."

Rong Yunqi nodded slightly and followed the elder.

Along the way, his brain was working fast, thinking about the clues in the letter, the token pattern, and the subsequent truth, which became more and more confusing and heart-wrenching.

The mastermind behind this will definitely not let it go, Feng Chenning is still in danger.

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Timeline: The outside world is around 2000 years old. The holy land is isolated from the outside world and is somewhat ancient.