Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 449 Mu Qingyang and Hua Lao Walk Towards the Abyss

Hua Hanying remained silent and walked straight inside.

Along the way, the servants dressed as lowly men stopped, bowed, and respectfully said:

"Teacher's wife..."

The voices were clear and loud, echoing in every corner of the courtyard.

What is going on?

Li Qingyuan looked at the servants who respectfully bowed to Hua Hanying and addressed her as "Master's Wife," and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Could it be that these servants are all disciples of the Medicine Emperor Mu Qingyang?

The name of the Medicine King was renowned, and everyone knew that he possessed extraordinary medical skills and divine alchemy.

Logically, his disciples should have been immersed in alchemy day and night by the furnace;

They delved into the profound and unfathomable principles of pharmacology in order to reach the pinnacle of medical and alchemical skills.

However, at this moment, they were doing menial tasks such as sweeping the courtyard and serving tea and water in this secluded courtyard.

This completely defies common sense!

Li Qingyuan felt that her brain was not working properly, and she could understand the temperament of the Medicine Emperor Mu Qingyang even less.

This medicine king's style of doing things is too strange, and he does not play by the rules at all.

It's impossible to figure out what he's thinking or what he's really up to.

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Following Hua Hanying, we walked through the winding corridors and arrived at the backyard.

Before even stepping inside, one could hear the loud, uncompromising voices of two elderly men from afar.

It was like a fierce verbal battle was unfolding.

"Hmph, I'll kill one of your sons!"

An old man's voice was weak, yet tinged with smugness, as if this move had driven his opponent into a corner.

"No, I made a mistake on this move. You should step back first."

Another elderly man slapped his thigh in frustration, his voice filled with regret, trying to salvage the seemingly unfavorable situation.

"Hey, you old scoundrel, you're cheating, aren't you!"

"There's no way you can back out of a wrong move in chess. If you keep doing this, we can't have fun playing together!"

The old man, who had been puffing out his beard and glaring, stood with his hands on his hips and angrily began to criticize.

"Likewise! You think I'm blind? You stole one of my chess pieces just now!"

"Quickly, step back, and I'll try again."

The old man was not to be outdone. He stuck out his neck and retorted confidently, even exposing the other party's past misdeeds.

"No, this step I took is crucial, a stroke of genius!"

"You've already lost, so what's the point of struggling? Just admit defeat!"

The old man thumped his chest loudly, looking confident, as if victory was assured.

"That won't do, start over!"

"This round doesn't count, we have to start over!"

The other old man got so anxious that he started to act shamelessly.

"Hey, you shameless old man, start over!"

"Let's start over then. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Come on, let's have another three hundred rounds and see who is the true chess master!"

The old man was so angry that his face turned red, and he rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight.

The two of them were arguing with each other.

The intense scene was as if they were not playing chess, but waging a war without gunpowder.

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At this moment, Li Qingyuan keenly noticed.

The old woman walking in front of him seemed to be burning with an invisible rage.

The emotion was so intense it seemed to ignite the surrounding air, causing it to momentarily freeze.

Immediately afterwards, this anger erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Then, Hua Hanying shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice booming like a bell:

"Mu Qingyang, you old geezer, all you ever do is act like a liar!"

"If you can't do it, go help me sell vegetables. Don't just sit here idly all day!"

"You don't even bother to refine the pills properly, all you do is play that lousy chess game."

"With your terrible chess skills, who could you possibly beat?"

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself!"

Hua Hanying's rapid-fire delivery of information was so powerful it hurt people's ears.

She walked and cursed as she went, her steps hurried.

Every step seemed to be filled with endless anger.

The surrounding space seemed to ripple slightly from the shock of this anger, leaving behind invisible ripples.

Finally, she came to the side of an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a brown robe.

The old man was completely absorbed in the chessboard, oblivious to the impending "storm".

Hua Hanying's eyes widened in anger, as if they were about to spit fire. She rushed forward and grabbed the old man's ear.

The movement was swift and decisive, without any hesitation, as if this pull had been held back for a long time.

Then, she pulled hard, trying to drag the old man away from the chessboard.

The old man cried out in pain, "Ouch...ouch!"

His hands flailed wildly in the air, and his body twisted involuntarily from the pain.

His face was full of pain and helplessness.

Where is even a trace of the lofty and extraordinary demeanor of the Medicine King?

He was exactly like an ordinary old man who was strictly disciplined by his wife and had no power to resist.

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Li Qingyuan and the old ox were stunned by the sudden scene before them, their mouths agape, and they couldn't help but exclaim in unison:

"Is it really that real?!"

This scene completely overturned their imagination of the Medicine King as a highly accomplished person.

In their minds, the Medicine King should be mysterious and otherworldly.

But the chaotic scene of chickens and dogs, and the bickering between husband and wife, was so real as to be displayed before them.

Old Hua, sitting in his wheelchair, seemed to be used to this scene.

His face showed no surprise or astonishment, as calm as a deep pool.

His gaze slowly turned to Li Qingyuan.

When he saw who it was, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, his gaze seeming to say:

"I'm so glad to see you!"

He leaned forward slightly, gripping the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, as if trying to stand up.

However, his body wouldn't obey him; his legs trembled weakly, making it impossible for him to stand up.

After struggling for a few moments, he could only helplessly return to his original position, letting out a heavy sigh, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment and helplessness.

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And at this time.

Li Qingyuan slowly withdrew her gaze from the noisy scene and focused it on Elder Hua, who was sitting on the other side of the chessboard.

In just over two months, the old man in front of him seemed to have been ruthlessly drained of his vitality by the years, so old that he almost dared not recognize him.

Those were originally just some gray hairs mixed in.

Now it is like a withered branch covered with frost and snow in winter, its head all white, trembling gently in the breeze, as if telling endless vicissitudes.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, like an old painting whose paint had been drained, exuding a heartbreaking weakness.

Old Hua's physique became increasingly hunched.

His once upright posture is now bent like a fully drawn bow that has been released.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked so small and fragile.

His exposed palms were as withered and thin as dry tree branches.

The skin clung loosely to the bone, with prominent veins.

It's as if the years have mercilessly drained its blood, leaving only this withered shell.

Hua Lao is truly heading step by step into the abyss of decline and decay!

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At that moment, Li Qingyuan felt a sharp pain in her heart.

The long-suppressed grief surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

He couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed off with his feet, ran two steps, rushed to Hua Lao, and hugged him tightly.

Warm tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks, dripping onto Old Hua's thin shoulder and soaking a patch of his clothes.

Li Qingyuan murmured softly, her voice filled with endless guilt and heartache:

"Master, you have suffered."

"Hehe, you rascal, you finally remembered to come back and visit your old man."

Old Hua raised his head slightly, managing a weak smile.

That smile was more heartbreaking than tears.

"I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

"Master, don't say such discouraging things."

"We have gathered all the medicinal ingredients needed for the 'Spiritual Rejuvenation Pill,' you are saved!"

Li Qingyuan raised her head and stared intently at Elder Hua, her eyes shining with a firm and bright light, as if they were the flames of hope in the darkness.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Old Hua's previously dull eyes instantly lit up, and his withered hands trembled slightly.

After all, nobody wants to die, and if there's a chance to live, who would give it up so easily?

He asked urgently:

"Is this true?!"

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