BDSMST -Chapter 113 A Frank Confession, The Secret of the Bai Family

When Gu Yan carried Bai Yutang out of the fire with Jiang Suisui beside him, the mountain fire had already been mostly brought under control.

Seeing the three return safely, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.

Bai Yutang was settled in a guest room of the village clinic. Jiang Suisui checked his wounds again. Aside from some superficial injuries, the snake venom had already been almost completely removed. Only a small amount of residual poison remained; with some herbal medicine applied and a few days of rest, he would fully recover.

Such a rapid recovery amazed the accompanying physician, who kept clicking his tongue in admiration and calling it a miracle.

Lying on the bed, Bai Yutang watched Jiang Suisui bustling around caring for him while Gu Yan stood guard nearby. He remained silent for a long time.

The life-and-death moment in the fire and that miraculous spring water finally made him reach a decision.

“Marquis, Madam,” he spoke at last, his voice a little hoarse. “Could you dismiss everyone else? I have a few heartfelt words I wish to say to the two of you.”

Jiang Suisui and Gu Yan exchanged a glance and nodded.

After the physician and the servants left, leaving only the three of them in the room, Bai Yutang struggled to pull out a bundle wrapped in brocade cloth from beneath his pillow.

He slowly spread the cloth open on the table beside the bed.

Inside was an extremely ancient piece of animal hide. Its edges were torn, and the surface had turned yellow with age. Drawn on it in cinnabar ink was a complicated map along with strange symbols that were difficult to understand.

“This is a treasure map passed down through generations in the Bai family,” Bai Yutang said with a bitter smile. “However, what it hides is not gold or silver, but a secret.”

He pointed to the center of the map, where a valley was marked with a special symbol.

“Hundreds of years ago, the world was in chaos, and epidemics ran rampant. At that time, there appeared an extraordinary figure later honored by generations as the ‘Medicine King.’ He traveled the world, tasted hundreds of herbs, and compiled the Classic of the Medicine King, saving countless lives. Legend says that in the end he secluded himself in a mysterious valley. There, there was a spiritual spring capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bone, and the valley contained every rare medicinal herb in the world. He left all his knowledge in that valley. That place was called Medicine King Valley.”

Jiang Suisui’s heart began beating uncontrollably faster as she listened.

A spiritual spring!

“My ancestor once received great kindness from the Medicine King. Before retiring into seclusion, the Medicine King entrusted this map to my forefather and left behind a message,” Bai Yutang said, his gaze turning distant.

“He said that the spiritual vein of Medicine King Valley falls dormant once every hundred years. The spiritual spring in the valley dries up, and the vegetation withers. To reactivate the spiritual vein, one must find a ‘Master of the Spring Source.’”

“The ‘Master of the Spring Source’?” Jiang Suisui could not help asking.

“Yes.” Bai Yutang looked at her seriously. “According to our ancestral records, this person has several very obvious characteristics.”

“First, he or she can make plants grow out of season and possesses extraordinary agricultural abilities that can turn decay into miracle.”

“Second, his or her blood—or a related token—can purify poison and miasma and allow withered trees to bloom again.”

“And third, the most important point: only the ‘Master of the Spring Source’ can locate and open the true entrance to Medicine King Valley.”

At this point, Bai Yutang paused and looked at Jiang Suisui with burning intensity.

“Madam, you grew vegetables in winter; your ‘Peace Soup’ cured the strange epidemic in Qinghe County; and today, the water in your pouch neutralized the venom of a bamboo viper. Are all of these really just coincidences?”

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang Suisui quietly clenched her fists. Her secret had been partially exposed in a way she had never anticipated.

Gu Yan stepped forward calmly and stood in front of her, shielding her. His sharp eyes fixed on Bai Yutang with a hint of warning.

Feeling the pressure, Bai Yutang quickly explained, “Marquis, Madam, please do not misunderstand. I harbor absolutely no ill intentions.”

“My Bai family has searched for the ‘Master of the Spring Source’ for generations. This is not because we covet the treasures of Medicine King Valley, but because we wish to fulfill our ancestor’s charge. The Medicine King once prophesied that the next great plague to strike the world would be an unprecedented catastrophe. When that time comes, only the things within Medicine King Valley will be able to save the people.”

“And judging by the timeline, the predicted plague is not far away.”

A deep worry appeared on his face.

“When I first came to Woniu Village, it was indeed because of the legends of Wolong Mountain. I tried many methods to test the situation, simply to confirm whether Madam might be the person we were searching for.”

“Only today do I dare to be certain.”

Bai Yutang looked at Jiang Suisui again. This time, there was no longer any probing in his gaze—only sincerity and hope.

“Madam, you are the ‘Master of the Spring Source’ that the Bai family has been searching for for hundreds of years!”

He threw aside the blanket, ignoring his injuries, and struggled to get off the bed to kneel before Jiang Suisui.

“I earnestly beg Madam to lend your help in finding Medicine King Valley and reactivating its spiritual vein, so it may be ready for future need. This deed will benefit the present generation and bring blessings for centuries!”

Jiang Suisui was stunned by the flood of information, her mind going blank.

Medicine King Valley… Master of the Spring Source… a great plague across the world…

These words sounded like things that existed only in myths, yet they were suddenly connected to her in such a profound way.

She looked at Gu Yan, seeking support in his eyes.

Gu Yan took her hand. His palm was dry and warm, giving her immense strength.

Looking at Bai Yutang, he spoke steadily.

“How can we believe what you’re saying?”

“I have one more thing,” Bai Yutang replied. From his robe he carefully took out the leaf-shaped jade pendant he had once given Jiang Suisui.

“This item is called the Medicine King Token. It is one of the keys needed to open the entrance to Medicine King Valley. According to ancestral teachings, it will only respond when it encounters the true ‘Master of the Spring Source.’”

“Madam, would you be willing to try again?”

He handed the jade pendant toward Jiang Suisui.

Jiang Suisui looked at the pendant, then glanced at Gu Yan. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod.

She reached out and took the jade pendant.

The moment her fingers touched it, the familiar vibration rose again from deep within her dantian.

This time, it was far stronger than before.

At the same time, the jade pendant in her hand emitted a soft emerald glow. Within the light, the ancient patterns carved on it seemed to come alive, slowly flowing and shifting.

A thin beam of light shot out from the pendant, piercing through the wall of the room and pointing straight toward the depths of Wolong Mountain—the exact direction of the spiritual spring.