"Human intervention?" Hearing Chu Feng's words, Song Xi was completely stunned.
"Someone forcibly injected the poison into your mother's body. While doing so, your mother suffered a great deal."
"Think about it—three years ago, before your mother fell ill, did she come into contact with anyone?"
"Or perhaps, had you offended someone?" Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng, what exactly is this poison?" Song Xi asked.
"I can't name the poison itself. It isn't particularly potent—it's merely a paralytic toxin. Otherwise, your mother wouldn't have lasted this long."
"But regardless of what kind of poison it is, once it seeps into the soul, it becomes life-threatening."
"Moreover, your mother's cultivation isn't high. If this continues, in my estimation, she won't last more than half a year."
"But don't panic—I can purge this poison and guarantee your mother's safety. Though waking up will still require some time," Chu Feng said.
At that moment, Song Xi fell silent. He seemed to have been struck hard by the revelation. It took quite a while before he looked up and asked Chu Feng, "Can you really purge it?"
"Rest assured. I can definitely purge this poison from your mother," Chu Feng said, patting Song Xi on the shoulder.
As if fearing Song Xi might still be worried, Chu Feng immediately set to work purging the poison from Song Xi's mother.
The poison had already seeped into the soul, so 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 truth, however, Chu Feng didn't even need a full day. The poison within Song Xi's mother's body was purged before that.
Still, even though the poison was gone, Song Xi's mother remained in a deep coma.
In Chu Feng's estimation, for Song Xi's mother to regain consciousness, it would still take some time—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, the earliest she could regain consciousness was a month away, possibly... even longer.
So if they wanted to catch the culprit as quickly as possible, it was better to have Song Xi rack his brain for answers.
After purging the poison, Chu Feng intended to share the good news with Song Xi—only to discover that Song Xi, who had been standing behind him the entire time, had vanished.
Chu Feng had been too focused on the purging process to notice exactly when Song Xi had left.
He stepped out of the house and used his Heavenly Eyes to search, but still couldn't find any trace of Song Xi.
"Where did this guy go?"
As Chu Feng was pondering, he suddenly noticed that Song Xi's maid was standing not far away.
This maid was a woman who had lived for several hundred years. Though she was well past that age, her appearance was not that of a white-haired old woman—she merely looked like a middle-aged lady.
She had been hired by Song Xi specifically to care for his mother. Her cultivation was very weak; she hadn't even reached the Martial Emperor realm.
With that level of cultivation, in the Lower Realm of Ancestral Martial, she would have been able to live quite comfortably.
But in a place like the Great Thousand Upper Realm, even a Martial Ancestor realm cultivator like Song Xi was considered bottom-tier in this world. One could well imagine how difficult this woman's situation was.
People like her had no faction willing to take them in within the Great Thousand Upper Realm. If they tried to make their own way, they would be bullied wherever they went—truly devoid of any standing whatsoever.
However, Song Xi was, after all, a decent person, and he treated this maid very well.
In fact, the day Chu Feng had first arrived, Song Xi had specifically introduced her—her name was Aunt Jing.
Because Song Xi treated her so generously, Chu Feng could tell that this Aunt Jing was fiercely loyal to the Song household.
At the very least, the care she provided to Song Xi's mother was exceptionally attentive. She was, by all accounts, a good person.
Had it not been for Aunt Jing's devoted care, Song Xi's mother might not have held on until today.
At that moment, Aunt Jing stood nearby, glanced at Chu Feng, and then hurriedly lowered her head, seeming to want to say something but holding back.
Chu Feng immediately realized that Aunt Jing 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.
Upon hearing Chu Feng speak, Aunt Jing quickly hurried toward him—but then, roughly ten meters away, she dropped to her knees with a thud.
"My lord, you must save our young master!" Aunt Jing cried. Her plain face was filled with tension and worry.
"Aunt Jing, please get up first. Tell me what happened."