In a vast pharmacy filled with herbal medicines, the air was thick with the scent of herbs. One wall was lined with drawers of all sizes, containing thousands of medicinal ingredients from the most common to the most precious. Due to Yue Lianyi’s own frail health, she had collected herbs from far and wide, making the “Tianya Valley” also known as the “Garden of a Hundred Herbs.” At the center of the pharmacy stood a large wooden tub where an incredibly handsome man lay, surrounded by steam. The brown medicinal bathwater had turned black, filled with toxins excreted from the man’s body. Over the past few days, they had changed the water numerous times, yet toxins still emerged. Liu Huaixu circled the man, his sharp eyes examining him, and finally spoke, “Girl, do you know what poison he has been afflicted with?” “To be honest, for five days, I’ve been unable to determine the poison.” She had exhausted all medical knowledge, yet found no answer. The poison was so potent, so cruel, that it could rot the heart and drain the brain. How could one live without a heart or brain? It was simply impossible. “Of course you wouldn’t know. It’s ‘Corrosive Heart,’ a magic drug from the ‘Curse Clan.’ Girl, this is no ordinary man. Are you sure you want to get involved with someone from the Curse Clan?” Although the Curse Clan was small, it was independent, not relying on larger tribes, known for their mastery in curses and their possession of the most ruthless, inhumane poisons that deterred other races from probing. She knew he was not ordinary, but hearing “Curse Clan” still shocked her. This poison, not found in any medical book, was indeed the “Corrosive Heart” of the Curse Clan. “Uncle, I only ask if you can save him. I’ve thought it through. He was brought to the valley by me, and I must do everything to cure him.” “There is a way to save him, but you must understand, even if I cure him, he will only be a shell, a man without a heart, no different from a corpse. This is the best I can do. Do you still want to save him?” “Yes, of course, I do. Living is better than death. As long as he has a breath, I will do my utmost to restore him. If I cannot, I will care for him for life.” It was both a decision and a promise that astonished both Liu Huaixu and Lian’er…
In the same room, spacious yet dark, the crimson bed was gone, replaced by a large iron bed made from natural black iron, adorned with many ancient patterns—beasts? Giants? Or wolves, tigers, and leopards? It was unclear, but one could vaguely see the outline of an ongoing war, even from afar, one could feel the brutal, violent atmosphere. This bed seemed to have existed for centuries or even millennia, its patterns now faded, yet exuding an eerie energy that added to the room’s mysterious and sinister ambiance…
In this room, there was no sweet, intoxicating aroma or shy, ambiguous atmosphere, but instead, a sense of sorrow, helplessness, and death… On the floor lay tattered garments, and if one looked closely, they would see the original form was a blue dress. From those pale lips, faint moans escaped, mixed with the anger of the man beside her. “Get out, get out!” she roared, her throat dry and painful, her lips cracked from the force of her anger, bleeding slightly. “Where do you want me to go?” he retorted, his strong hands gripping her mercilessly. Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
