The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Without medicinal herbs, detoxifying would be too much trouble, so he would force the poison out instead. Forcing out poison is an essential skill for every Martial Artist, and Chen Dong was particularly adept at it.

He used an embroidery needle to pierce seven points on his chest, and drops of black blood trickled out from the seven spots.

Normally, this poison would latch onto a person's meridians and travel through them, making it difficult to expel. But since it was Chen Dong who had been poisoned, it was a different story. Fang Mei would never have imagined that Chen Dong's physical body had been tempered by a Pill Tribulation. His resistance to poison and his ability to repel and expel it far surpassed that of an ordinary person—it was even greater than someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

In less than forty-five minutes, the seemingly potent Seven Insects Powder was completely forced out.

The perimeter was still heavily guarded, leaving Chen Dong with no hope of escape. That being the case, his only option was to conserve his energy and wait for an opportunity.

He spent the time recuperating until the next day. By afternoon, the hour of the wedding was fast approaching.

Guests thronged the Prince's Mansion, both inside and out, with people constantly coming and going. Among them were several esteemed Inner Sect Disciples of the Qixia Sect, whom ordinary people would call Immortal Masters. They were all former martial brothers of Master Wang from his days in the outer sect of Qixia Sect. However, their cultivation had since advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage. As the Qixia Sect was one of the five great sects in the Wangyou Realm, its Inner Sect Disciples naturally held an extremely prestigious status within the city.

The arrival of this woman and three men brought immense honor to the Wang Family. Even the faces of the bustling servants shone with pride.

Master Wang, leading his two concubines, went to welcome the four guests.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Li, Brother Zhao, Sister Wang, welcome, welcome!"

The four were dressed in the dark red robes of the Qixia Sect's Inner Sect. On the front of their robes, a dragon and phoenix called out to each other, an allusion to the Qixia Sect's Holy Land, Dragon and Phoenix Valley.

Judging by their appearances, all four looked much younger than Master Wang.

"Younger Brother Wang, you're being too formal. Coming to your home is like coming to our own. There's no need for such ceremony!"

"Exactly! Let's hurry inside!"

The group showed great deference to Master Wang, acting very close and familiar with him in front of the other guests.

As the saying goes, immortals and mortals are worlds apart. For people of their status to still address Master Wang as a brother and personally visit to offer congratulations demonstrated that their relationship was far from ordinary.

As they had matters to discuss, Master Wang led the four to Wang Xian'Er's personal courtyard and dismissed the servants.

Master Wang pleaded, "I must ask my senior brothers and sister to help me check on Xian'Er's condition."

Dressed in a bright red gown, a very round Wang Xian'Er stood to the side, not daring to even breathe too loudly in the presence of the four Immortal Masters.

After a thorough examination, they were astonished to discover that Wang Xian'Er, who they had thought was certain to die, had actually recovered.

"It looks like there's nothing wrong."

"Younger Brother Wang, you are truly fortunate. For Niece Xian'Er to recover from that…"

"The last time we examined her, we were completely at a loss. For her to be walking around now is truly a miracle."

Master Wang, however, seized on the word "recovered." He quickly asked, "My daughter has recovered? There are no lingering ill effects?"

Brother Zhang laughed. "Rest assured, Younger Brother Wang. Although I was helpless to treat her illness at the time, I can certainly be trusted to determine if a person is in good health."

Master Wang's eyes narrowed slightly. 'Looks like that brat was just bluffing. It's a good thing I didn't go see him after I returned. He might have tried to blackmail me.'

Putting his doubts aside, Master Wang asked, "My senior brothers, regarding this cycle's opportunity for insight in the Dragon and Phoenix Valley, is it my turn yet?"

Senior Brother Li said teasingly, "You never cared about this before. Why are you in such a rush this time?"

Master Wang gave an awkward smile. "My own prospects are a lost cause. It doesn't matter whether I get this opportunity or not. But it's different for Xian'Er. When she was gravely ill with no hope, I didn't care about it. Now that she has recovered, I will definitely give my opportunity to her."

Senior Brother Zhao said with a solemn expression, "Younger Brother Wang, you needn't worry. You should have a place this time. Your contribution points from back then are sufficient. Besides, if it weren't for you all those years ago, the rest of us would have perished. If you don't get the spot this time, none of us will stand for it!"

Upon hearing this, Master Wang thanked them profusely.

Seeing that the hour was near, the group headed toward the main hall.

In the magnificent main hall, a large, red "Happiness" character was hung high above the seat of honor.

When Fang Mei saw Master Wang and his party approach, she stepped forward and said, "Master, it's almost time!"

Master Wang nodded. "Bring Chen Dong out!"

Wang Ze acknowledged the order and quickly ran off, but he returned just a moment later.

He first whispered in Fang Mei's ear, "Madam, this is bad! The Seven Insects Powder has flared up, and the brat can't move at all."

Fang Mei's expression changed. She whispered, "Did you give him too much?"

Wang Ze looked tormented. "I figured since he could hold his own against Wang Yang, his constitution must be pretty good, so I gave him a little extra. Now he can't even stand. What do we do?"

Fang Mei shot Wang Ze a cold, hateful look, then whispered something to Master Wang. The two conferred quietly for a moment before Fang Mei turned back to Wang Ze. "You take his place. He'll be wearing the wedding veil, so no one will see his face."

Wang Ze looked troubled. "But I'm not as tall as him! It won't look right!"

Fang Mei's tone turned icy. "Then have Wang Yang do it. All the guests are here. The Wang Family cannot afford this humiliation."

Wang Ze nodded and withdrew.

The guests took their seats. Looking like a small mountain, Wang Xian'Er entered, dressed in a red gown with a large red flower on her shoulder and her hair piled high, appearing utterly thrilled. Beside her was a sturdily built groom, his head covered by a red wedding veil. Wang Wan'Er was not in her favorite green dress, but was also dressed in festive attire, guiding the groom forward one step at a time.

Wang Ze shouted in a high-pitched voice, "The bride and groom have arrived! Let the ceremony beg— First bow to Heaven and Earth…"