Xi He, having lived for so many years, was no match for Long Hao even when injured, but she could still fight for her innocence if she tried.
Since she herself had failed to put up a fight, she shouldn't expect others to help or pity her.
The next day, Yuan Heng used this incident as an excuse, claiming that the Medicine King Valley had been too lax in recent years and needed a thorough cleanup.
He successfully purged all of Wang Dahong's loyal followers.
Without these trump cards, Wang Dahong was like a clouded tiger without its claws.
He had originally planned to lie low for some time, but now it was too late to resist.
Because those who belonged to him, while waiting for his rescue, heard that he wanted to lead them to Shao Yuan Heng.
Although they followed Wang Dahong, they never thought of killing Yuan Heng.
If they had done so, wouldn't they have become ungrateful?
They were unwilling to bear the eternal infamy.
Moreover, even if Wang Dahong became the Valley Master, what of it?
Medicine King Valley was just this big, and it didn't participate in the division of other forces. Regardless of who was the Valley Master, their lives would go on the same.
Therefore, in their hearts, they leaned more towards Yuan Heng becoming the Valley Master.
The reason was simple: although Yuan Heng was rough around the edges, they all knew his sincerity towards them.
As for Wang Dahong, although he smiled every day and made great promises, he was clearly ruthless and duplicitous, as evidenced by his willingness to plan the murder of his childhood brothers.
In the end, Wang Dahong's attempts to persuade them for half a day yielded no results. He couldn't achieve anything alone, so he gave up.
He knelt before Yuan Heng and Song Yan, begging them to spare his life, promising to leave Medicine King Valley and never return.
His plan was well thought out. Under normal circumstances, Song Yan and Yuan Heng might have agreed.
But after Shen Xiao Yan told them countless stories of releasing a tiger back into the mountains only to be devoured by it, how could they possibly let Wang Dahong go?
The straightforward Yuan Heng came up with what he thought was an excellent plan.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his spatial ring and said to Wang Dahong, "This is a pill specially used by Medicine King Valley to deal with traitors and those who have made grave mistakes. Elder Wang, do you remember what this is?"
Wang Dahong looked up at Yuan Heng in disbelief upon hearing this.
"Are you trying to force me to my death?"
Song Yan rolled her eyes. "When you were plotting to kill our whole family, didn't you think you were trying to force us to our deaths?"
Wang Dahong fell silent, but in his heart, he wondered when Song Yan's mind had become so sharp.
Then, Yuan Heng spoke again, "This is the Forget Worry Pill. Its effect isn't to forget worries, but it's close. If you take it, you can leave the valley."
Hearing Yuan Heng's words, Wang Dahong cursed.
"What kind of Forget Worry Pill is this? Forget what worries? You're clearly telling me to forget my past. If I forget all this, and leave the valley at my age, are you sending me to beg for food?"
Hearing this, Shen Xiao Yan felt she already knew what the Forget Worry Pill truly was.
It was essentially something that made people forget their past, everything.
Experiences, and skills learned.
No wonder Yuan Heng dared to say he would let Wang Dahong leave the valley. If Wang Dahong truly took the Forget Worry Pill, there would be no problem.
Perhaps in the past, Shen Xiao Yan wouldn't have believed that any pill could have such an effect.
Even if it did, what if it reversed?
But ever since the miraculous Longevity Pill, and seeing Song Yan and Yuan Heng's current state, she had developed a deep reverence for pills.
Yuan Heng was resolute. Wang Dahong tried everything—soft pleas, tearful begging, and even curses—but he couldn't change Yuan Heng's decision.
Although he knew that wanting to leave the valley meant the outcome was set, Wang Dahong still wanted to try.
Therefore, he proposed to go back and think about it.
As Yuan Heng was contemplating whether to agree, Yi Zixie suddenly stepped forward.
Yi Zixie's face had been restored when Yuan Heng recovered.
However, due to the many events that had occurred in the past two days, Wang Dahong's attention had been solely on Yuan Heng and Song Yan, and he hadn't noticed Yi Zixie at all.
At this moment, seeing a graceful young man approach him, he looked a little confused.
It wasn't until he saw Yi Zixie's familiar features clearly that he pointed at Yi Zixie, trembling, and said, "You, you, you are Yi Zixie?"
Yi Zixie's lips curved slightly, and he mimicked Wang Dahong's earlier demeanor.
"I am Yi Zixie."
Seeing Yi Zixie's playful behavior, Song Yan's eyes instantly crinkled with a smile.
Even though she knew her grandson was very grown up, his appearance, coupled with his expression and actions, made it easy to forget his age.
"When did you come?" Wang Dahong asked, taking a deep breath.
Could it be that the recovery of Yuan Heng's family was due to Yi Zixie's efforts?
Yi Zixie stood there, looking down at the kneeling Wang Dahong, and suddenly smiled brilliantly.
Then he raised his right hand, and a pink silk handkerchief appeared in it.
He held the handkerchief with his fingertips, his right hand forming a beautiful orchid-like gesture.
Seeing this, Wang Dahong's heart skipped a beat.
How could this pose and this handkerchief feel so familiar?
As he was thinking, Yi Zixie flicked the handkerchief with great allure, and said softly, "Elder Wang, it's only been a short while, and you've forgotten me!"
Such a venomous gesture, such a seductive voice and tone, instantly chilled everyone present, and then gave them goosebumps.
Even Yuan Heng, who usually didn't pay much attention to details, stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at Yi Zixie.
Was this still his grandson?
Who would quickly drive this effeminate person away?
Wang Dahong, however, was the most shocked among them.
He truly hadn't expected that Yi Zixie was the same man with that charming appearance.
And the actions and voice of that person back then replayed in his mind.
"Did you cure Yuan Heng?" Wang Dahong suddenly looked up and demanded sternly.
Yi Zixie threw the handkerchief in his hand in front of Wang Dahong and clapped his hands, saying, "That's right, it was me. What, do you regret it very much?"
Hearing this, Wang Dahong spat out a mouthful of blood.
He regretted it more than just a little; he wished he could disembowel himself.
After so many years of guarding against it, he never expected to fail at the very end.
Thinking back to how he had sensed something was wrong at the time, but because he felt disgusted and feared being misunderstood, he had let Yi Zixie escape his grasp.
If only...
But it was too late now!
Yi Zixie looked at his despairing expression coolly. "Do you know what this is called? It's called 'Heaven's net is vast, and though its mesh is wide, it lets nothing slip through.' What is not yours, no matter how much you scheme, will be useless, and will eventually leave you."
"Now you only have two choices: either eat the Forget Worry Pill, and I'll let you leave the valley, or die here."
"I'm not like my grandfather, who is soft-hearted."
"In fact, I don't even want to give you a choice."
Wang Dahong's body trembled. He looked at Yi Zixie in disbelief, then suddenly realized.
Yi Zixie was not only Yuan Heng's grandson but also Yi Maodun's son.
And Yi Maodun's thoughts were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Dahong chose death over the Forget Worry Pill.
He committed suicide, a swift and decisive end.
The floor of the room was instantly covered in his blood.
Yi Zixie frowned at this, then ordered people to clean it up quickly.
After Wang Dahong's death, Yuan Heng felt a sense of melancholy.