Forbidden Pill

Qin Ming's brows furrowed. The current Evil Young Master looked eerie no matter how he looked at him. What kind of trap did he have prepared for him?

Was it poison?

He should know that Qin Ming wouldn't be brought down by poison so easily.

"Qin Ming, I'm giving you a chance now. As long as you come under my command and work for me with all your heart, the past will be wiped clean. What do you think?" Evil Young Master looked at Qin Ming and said seriously.

"I wonder if you haven't woken up yet? Are you unaware of the current situation?" Qin Ming frowned, his gaze scanning the surroundings, trying to find anything amiss.

"No need to look, there are no traps," Evil Young Master said indifferently, seemingly knowing what Qin Ming was doing.

"In that case, you can die." Qin Ming felt he was being too sensitive. Even if Evil Young Master and the Holy Lord were together, they wouldn't be his match.

Now that the Holy Lord was dead and Evil Young Master had even lost his most handy weapon, he was definitely no match for Qin Ming.

If he had any ultimate moves or traps, he would have used them long ago instead of waiting until he was at the end of his rope.

Just as Qin Ming was about to make a move, Evil Young Master slowly took out a Medicinal Pill from his robes. The Medicinal Pill was pitch black with nine patterns on it, and faint traces of thunder could be seen within.

When Qin Ming saw the Medicinal Pill, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he exclaimed in shock.

"thunder prohibition pill."

The Medicinal Pill Evil Young Master produced was unexpectedly identical to the one in Qin Ming's own hand.

"How do you have a thunder prohibition pill? Who betrayed me?" In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Qin Ming's mind.

Qin Ming had only given the thunder prohibition pill to Jue Wuya, and had asked Jue Wuya to give one each to Jian Shuangyi and Si Xiuqi.

Jue Wuya had been his friend for thousands of years; Qin Ming knew his character perfectly and knew he would never betray him.

Then there was only one possibility: either Si Xiuqi or Jian Shuangyi had betrayed him.

"No one betrayed you. It's just that a certain Dark-skinned Fool actually appeared before me so carelessly, intending to kill me. I subdued him before he could even take the Medicinal Pill. It's as simple as that."

Evil Young Master smiled and said.

"Dark-skinned Fool?"

Qin Ming realized that he must be talking about Jian Shuangyi. Jian Shuangyi had dark skin and a careless personality.

"Jian Shuangyi, oh Jian Shuangyi. I told you to use the forbidden pill the moment you saw Evil Young Master. Why didn't you listen? Now, not only are you in trouble, but you've also caused me to…"

Qin Ming sighed inwardly and shook his head helplessly. Hearing Evil Young Master's words, he figured that Jian Shuangyi must have been captured because he failed to take the Medicinal Pill in time.

According to Qin Ming's estimation, Evil Young Master had been severely injured at the time and should have had absolutely no time to stop a Martial King from taking the Medicinal Pill.

It was likely that Jian Shuangyi wanted to see if he could defeat Evil Young Master without the Medicinal Pill, which led to his capture.

In fact, Qin Ming didn't know that Jian Shuangyi felt the thunder prohibition pill was too precious and was reluctant to use it.

Seeing Evil Young Master's miserable state, he thought he could easily take down the heavily injured man, so he decided to test him out.

Who would have thought that even a severely injured and nearly unconscious Evil Young Master was not someone the unscathed Jian Shuangyi could compare to.

"Based on my judgment, Jian Shuangyi has good character and shouldn't have told you the Secret Art. How did you interrogate the Secret Art out of him?" Qin Ming asked. Obtaining only the Medicinal Pill or only the Forbidden Art would be useless.

So, could Evil Young Master be bluffing? Perhaps he hadn't obtained the Secret Art at all.

Because Jian Shuangyi was a loyal and righteous man who would rather die than reveal the Secret Art. Had he misjudged the man?