Fu Changsheng heard the words, and his heart tightened.
Niu Qiuxiu has the Poison Body.
If nurtured properly, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage in the future would be no problem.
He was hoping to bring Niu Qiuxiu along to emerge victorious against the Joy Sect someday.
After giving some instructions.
Once everyone had left.
He gave Yaoyao a look, and Yaoyao immediately understood, following Fu Changsheng to Niu Qiuxiu's residence.
Only to see Niu Qiuxiu lying on the bed, her once rosy complexion now sallow and hollow-cheeked, as if her life force had been drained. Her lips were devoid of color, cracked and peeling, her breath weak as a candle flickering in the wind. Her jet-black hair had lost its luster, scattered messily on the pillow.
A faint gray-black sickness aura emanated around her body, like living vines, entwining around her, continually eroding her body. Where the sickness aura permeated, the air seemed to thicken, emitting a putrid smell.
