424: Is he going to die?

After a long silence, Luo Chenzhou flashed into the back hall, where rows of betrothal gift boxes, tied with large red ribbons, lay on the ground, but he didn't even glance at them.

At this moment, in the back hall.

Xie Yanqing lay weakly on the table, her face haggard, her eyes red, as if she had just cried.

The commotion made by those from the Immortal Emperor Dao Lineage and Shen Tu Ancient Clan naturally couldn't escape her ears.

Although she didn't show herself, she was aware of everything that happened in the main hall.

A hint of heartache flashed in Luo Chenzhou's eyes. He clenched his hands tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, never expecting that as a Clan Chief, he couldn't even protect his own wife and child.

"Yanqing…"

Luo Chenzhou walked slowly, his legs feeling like lead, and embraced his wife, muttering with trembling lips, crying out in pain.

Xie Yanqing leaned quietly against his chest, her body trembling slightly, her voice hoarse, as if murmuring unconsciously, "Is there really no other way?"

"...I'm sorry, I am incompetent."

Xie Yanqing shook her head, no longer speaking.

How could she not know her husband's difficulties? Facing the high and mighty Shen Tu Ancient Clan, they were powerless to resist.

Any more words would be incredibly pale.

Luo Chenzhou felt his wife's trembling, and his eyes grew more pained, holding her arms even tighter.

After a long while,

Xie Yanqing spoke again, "Have you thought about how to tell our daughter?"

Luo Wuyou was indeed still in seclusion at this time and was unaware of what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Luo Chenzhou fell silent, not knowing how to speak.

"Oh, right..."

Luo Chenzhou glanced at the teapot placed nearby, and Wu Ning's figure suddenly came to mind. If anyone could solve this matter, it would undoubtedly be Wu Ning.

In his impression, Wu Ning was accompanied by a Black Dragon, suspected to be of the Immortal Emperor Realm, and his own cultivation was unfathomable. He must have a powerful force behind him.

It was very likely that it was not inferior to the Shen Tu Ancient Clan.

And no matter what, he had to try.

This might be the last chance.

Thinking of this, Luo Chenzhou told Xie Yanqing and immediately set off for the manor where Wu Ning resided.

"Uncle is in a hurry, what happened?"

Wu Ning was alerted by the Restriction that Luo Chenzhou triggered and immediately appeared to welcome him in.

"Young Master Wu..."

Seeing Wu Ning's figure, Luo Chenzhou's expression relaxed, and he quickly recounted what had happened today.

After listening, Wu Ning frowned slightly.

He had left a protective mark on Luo Wuyou, so he wasn't worried about her safety. Most of his time was spent diligently studying the method of Origin Dao Fusion.

He didn't expect that after only a few days of not paying attention to the Luo Clan's situation, something like this would happen.

Someone actually came to force a marriage, forcing it upon him. A cold glint flashed in Wu Ning's eyes.

"Uncle, you can go back at ease. It's just a Shen Tu Ancient Clan, I will resolve it."

Wu Ning said indifferently.

His words seemed to possess a magical power, immediately calming Luo Chenzhou's mind.

"Thank you, Young Master Wu. With your words, I am relieved."

Luo Chenzhou showed a relaxed smile and quickly bade farewell and departed.

...

The next day.

The people of the Shen Tu Ancient Clan arrived again.

"Clan Chief Luo, how are the preparations coming along?"

"Quickly let your beloved daughter come out. We still need to rush back to report. The Young Lord is still waiting."

The Black Armor Man said expressionlessly.

"Sir, please calm down. My daughter has not yet finished grooming. Please wait a moment longer..."

Luo Chenzhou, seeing that Wu Ning had not yet arrived, couldn't help but feel anxious and decided to stall for time.

The Black Armor Man frowned, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed, and he took out a Magic Treasure for communication.

After reading the message within, his face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Not good, the Young Lord is in trouble! We need to return immediately!"

The Black Armor Man's expression changed drastically. He no longer cared about Luo Wuyou and immediately led his people away.

The group disappeared from the main hall in a flash.

Luo Chenzhou was stunned, "Shen Tu Young Lord is in trouble?"

"These people are in such a hurry, could it be that he's dying?"

Luo Chenzhou whispered, wondering if it had something to do with Wu Ning.

On the other side, Wu Ning also didn't know what had happened; he hadn't even had time to act yet.

"Strange..."

Wu Ning gazed towards the center of Xuanxiao Domain, his gaze piercing through an infinite distance, landing directly within the Shen Tu Ancient Clan.

After seeing the condition of that Shen Tu Young Lord, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

...

At this moment, within the Shen Tu Ancient Clan.

Shen Tu Clan Leader looked at a group of immortal doctors, furious:

"You are all quacks, useless! My son, a dignified Immortal King, immune to all evils, what strange illness in the world could make him like this in just one day?!"

A group of immortal doctors knelt trembling on the ground, their faces filled with panic, not even daring to breathe loudly.

On the luxurious immortal bed beside them, Shen Tu Young Lord lay like a dead fish, his Qi faint as a wisp.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, veins bulging on his forehead, and his entire body was drenched in sweat, as if he was enduring immense pain.

What was even more horrifying was that his face, neck, and all exposed skin were covered with dense, spiderweb-like crimson lines. These red lines seemed to have a life of their own, slowly wriggling within his body.

They were hideous and terrifying, making one's hair stand on end.

Just a day ago, Shen Tu Young Lord suddenly collapsed.

At first, only a few crimson lines appeared on his face, but in just one day, they spread over his entire body.

At the same time, his aura grew weaker and weaker, as if his life force was being drained by those red lines.

And not just his life force, but it seemed even his Divine Soul Origin was being drained along with it, which led to him falling into a coma.

Beside the bed leaned a beautiful woman with exquisite features, a voluptuous figure, and skin as white as snow, her face tear-streaked.

Suddenly, she let out an exclamation:

"My lord, quickly look, the red lines on Yin's face seem to be turning black!"

Shen Tu Clan Leader immediately leaned over the bed and looked at Shen Tu Yin's face, seeing that the crimson red lines had indeed begun to turn black.

"Not good!"

An immortal doctor exclaimed in alarm, "Clan Chief, the Young Lord's condition has begun to rapidly worsen. Once all these red lines turn black, it will likely be the time of the Young Lord's demise!"

"Bastards! Why aren't you quickly telling me what exactly is going on?!"

Shen Tu Clan Leader roared in anger.

A group of immortal doctors looked at each other; this situation was truly bizarre. They had specialized in the Dao of medicine for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such a strange condition.

"Clan Chief, this... this might not be a disease, but a curse!"

An immortal doctor said, steeling himself.

"A curse? Then can you lift it?"

"This..."

"Useless, all of you are useless!" Seeing the immortal doctors speechless, Shen Tu Clan Leader suddenly flew into a rage, "Men, drag these useless people out and execute them!"