"You mean this was done deliberately?"
"Someone forced poison into your mother's body. While the poison was being administered, your mother suffered a great deal."
"Think back—three years ago, before your mother's condition flared up, who did she come into contact with?"
"Or rather, who have you offended?" Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng, what kind of poison is this exactly?" Song Xi asked.
"I can't even name this poison. It isn't particularly potent—it's merely a paralytic toxin. That's the only reason your mother has survived this long."
"However, regardless of what kind of poison it is, once it seeps into the soul, it becomes life-threatening."
"Moreover, your mother's cultivation is not very high. If this continues, in my estimation, she won't last another half year."
"But don't panic. I can purge this poison and guarantee your mother will be fine. Waking up, however, will take some time," Chu Feng said.
At this point, Song Xi fell silent. It seemed as though he had been dealt a heavy blow. After a good while, he raised his head and asked Chu Feng, "Can you really purge it?"
"Rest assured. I can definitely purge the poison from your mother." Chu Feng patted Song Xi on the shoulder.
Fearing that Song Xi might still be uneasy, Chu Feng immediately set about purging the poison from his mother.
Since the poison had already seeped into the soul, even for Chu Feng, removing it would require a certain amount of time.
One day—that was the deadline Chu Feng set for himself.
In reality, he didn't even need a full day. Chu Feng managed to purge all of the poison from Song Xi's mother's body.
However, although the poison was gone, Song Xi's mother remained in a deep coma.
In Chu Feng's estimation, she would need some time to regain consciousness—at least a month.
This was precisely why Chu Feng had asked Song Xi to think about who might have poisoned his mother, rather than waiting for her to wake up and asking her directly.
After all, her estimated time of recovery was conservatively one month, and possibly even longer.
So if they wanted to catch the culprit quickly, it would be far more efficient to have Song Xi think it over himself.
After purging the poison, Chu Feng intended to share the good news with Song Xi, only to realize that Song Xi—who had been standing behind him the entire time—was nowhere to be found.
Chu Feng had been far too focused on the purification to notice when Song Xi had left.
He stepped out of the room and searched with his Heavenly Eyes, but still couldn't spot Song Xi anywhere.
"Where did this guy go?"
As Chu Feng pondered, he suddenly noticed Song Xi's maidservant standing not far away.
This maidservant was a woman who had lived for several hundred years. Despite her age, she did not look like a white-haired old woman—her appearance was that of a middle-aged lady.
She had been hired by Song Xi specifically to look after his mother. Her cultivation was quite weak—she hadn't even reached the Martial Emperor realm.
In the Lower Realm of the Ancestral Martial Continent, a cultivation like hers would have been more than enough to make a comfortable living.
But in the Great Thousand Upper Realm, even a martial cultivator at the Martial Ancestor realm like Song Xi was at the very bottom of the world. One could only imagine how difficult this woman's situation was.
People like her in the Great Thousand Upper Realm had no faction willing to take them in. If they ventured out on their own, they would be bullied wherever they went—they truly had no status to speak of.
Still, Song Xi was a decent person by nature, so he treated this maidservant very well.
When Chu Feng had first arrived, Song Xi had even made a point of introducing her. Her name was Aunt Jing.
Because Song Xi had treated her so well, Chu Feng could tell that Aunt Jing was fiercely loyal to his household.
At the very least, her care for Song Xi's mother had been incredibly attentive. She was a good person through and through.
If not for Aunt Jing's devoted care, Song Xi's mother might not have held on until today.
At that moment, Aunt Jing stood not far away, glanced at Chu Feng, then quickly lowered her head as though she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Chu Feng immediately realized that she might have something to tell him—perhaps she knew where Song Xi had gone.
"Aunt Jing, do you know where Song Xi went?" Chu Feng approached and asked.
Seeing Chu Feng speak to her, Aunt Jing hurried over—but then, about ten meters away, she dropped to her knees with a thud.
"My lord, you must save our young master!" Aunt Jing cried out, her plain face etched with tension and worry.
"Aunt Jing, get up first. Tell me what happened," Chu Feng said.