BDSMST -Chapter 139 The Fruit of Life, Lifting the Curse

When Jiang Suisui reappeared on the high platform beside the Spring of Life, holding the Fruit of Life in her hand, the members of the Guardian Clan waiting below the hill erupted into thunderous cheers.

Supported by two clan women, the High Priestess slowly and tremblingly stepped forward. When she saw the radiant fruit in Jiang Suisui’s hand—glowing with flowing light, as if an entire world were contained within it—two lines of tears ran down her cloudy old eyes.

She said nothing. Instead, she once again performed a full prostration before Jiang Suisui.

“Greetings, Spring Master!”

Below the hill, nearly a hundred clan members immediately knelt down in unison. Their voices merged into a powerful tide that echoed through the valley for a long time.

In their eyes burned fervor, reverence, and boundless gratitude after being granted a chance at new life.

“High Priestess, everyone, please rise,” Jiang Suisui said, quickly stepping forward to personally help the High Priestess to her feet.

Looking at the people before her—people who had placed all their hopes upon her—her heart filled with emotion.

“Spring Master… please… save us,” the High Priestess said, her voice trembling with excitement.

Jiang Suisui nodded solemnly.

The ritual to completely eliminate the “Blood Withering” poison was held that very afternoon. The process was not complicated, yet it carried a deep sense of sacredness.

Before the entire clan, Jiang Suisui slowly placed the incomparably precious Fruit of Life into the source spring of the Spring of Life.

The fruit did not sink into the water. Instead, it floated above the spring’s source and began to slowly dissolve.

It transformed into countless sparkling points of starlight, merging into the clear spring water. In an instant, the entire pool of the Spring of Life turned into what looked like flowing jade, releasing a refreshing fragrance that soothed the soul.

A wave of life energy—a hundred times stronger than before—spread from the spring water and enveloped the entire valley.

The rare flowers and herbs throughout the valley began to grow wildly once again, blooming in dazzling competition, as if celebrating the arrival of new life.

“All clan members—enter the Sacred Spring and bathe!” the High Priestess announced loudly, gathering all her strength.

The clan members stepped into the warm spring water one by one in order of age, their hearts filled with both excitement and nervous anticipation.

Miracles happened to each of them.

As the spring water soaked their bodies, they could clearly feel a warm and powerful force flowing from their skin into their limbs and bones, reaching deep into their bloodlines.

The cold poison that had lurked in their blood for generations—tormenting their ancestors for hundreds of years—began to melt away like snow under sunlight when washed by this power. It dissolved and collapsed, eventually turning into wisps of black vapor that seeped out from their pores, only to be completely purified the moment it touched the spring water.

A man in his prime—whose poison had already begun to take effect—felt his waxy yellow complexion rapidly return to a healthy flush.

Looking at his hands, which had once been twisted with pain, he now felt them brimming with strength. Overwhelmed with emotion, he struck the surface of the water, letting his tears mix with the spring.

An elderly woman, whose skin had once been dry like tree bark, gradually regained luster and elasticity. Even her back—bent for years from the poison’s erosion—slowly straightened.

Even the infants still wrapped in swaddling clothes cried louder and more vigorously after their parents gently wiped their bodies with the spring water.

Wuhuan stood in the spring, feeling an unprecedented sense of lightness and freedom within his blood.

Clenching his fists, he felt as though he possessed limitless strength.

He raised his head to look at Jiang Suisui standing quietly on the platform above, watching everything unfold.

The respect in his eyes had reached its peak.

This seemingly gentle woman had borne the fate of their entire tribe on her shoulders and ultimately rescued them from the abyss of despair.

This sacred purification lasted the entire afternoon.

When the last clan member stepped out of the Spring of Life, every face was filled with the joy of rebirth.

They felt their bodies had never been so light, so full of vitality.

The dark shadow that had hung over the Guardian Clan for hundreds of years had finally been completely dispelled on this day.

That evening, the village held the grandest bonfire banquet in its entire history.

This time, the feast was no longer held to welcome guests, but to celebrate rebirth.

Almost every villager brought out their most treasured food and wine. The aroma of roasted meat mixed with the fragrance of fruit wine drifted throughout the entire valley. People gathered around the bonfires, singing and dancing with abandon. Laughter and songs soared straight into the night sky.

The High Priestess personally carried a cup of the finest wine and walked over to Jiang Suisui and Gu Yan.

She no longer needed anyone to support her. Her steps were steady, and her spirit was vigorous, as if she had grown twenty years younger.

“Spring Master, General Gu,” she said solemnly as she raised her cup. “On behalf of the Guardian Clan, I offer this toast to you both. From this day forward, you are not only our Spring Master, but also the benefactors our entire clan will remember for all eternity.”

Jiang Suisui and Gu Yan raised their cups and returned the toast.

“I also have something else to announce publicly,” the High Priestess said after finishing her wine. She turned to face all the clan members and spoke in a loud voice.

“Our ancestor, the Medicine King, left behind a final instruction: the inheritance of Medicine King Valley belongs to the Spring Master. From today onward, everything within Medicine King Valley—including every medicinal herb and every piece of ore—will be completely open to the Spring Master!”

“The mission of our Guardian Clan will also change—from simply guarding to assisting. We will forever follow the Spring Master’s footsteps, obey the Spring Master’s command, and not hesitate even in the face of death!”

“Follow the Spring Master, even unto death!” Wuhuan was the first to kneel on one knee, pounding his chest with his fist as he shouted.

“Follow the Spring Master, even unto death!”

All the clan members knelt down together, their voices rising wave after wave.

Looking at the shocking scene before her, Jiang Suisui felt a flood of emotions.

She knew that from this moment onward, what she had gained was not merely a treasure trove filled with countless rare medicinal herbs—she had also gained a loyal, brave, and powerful force. This force would provide immeasurable help on the road ahead.

She quickly helped the High Priestess and the others to their feet and said sincerely:

“I don’t need your loyalty. I only hope we can become family, supporting each other. Together we can make this valley an even better place—and also help the people outside the valley who are still suffering.”

Her words moved the simple and honest clan members far more deeply than any grand declaration could.

Looking at Jiang Suisui’s sincere face, a warm feeling surged in their hearts.

After the banquet ended, Jiang Suisui and Gu Yan—along with Bai Yutang and Bai Ling’er—were invited by the High Priestess to the central stone house.

“Spring Master, what are your plans next?” the High Priestess asked.

Jiang Suisui pondered for a moment before answering, “We’ve been away for quite a long time. There are still many matters waiting for us at the estate in Woniu Village. We plan to rest here for a few days and then begin our journey back.”

The High Priestess nodded in understanding.

“That’s only natural. However, before you leave, I hope you will take some things with you.”

She clapped her hands. Several young members of the Guardian Clan walked in carrying a few large chests.

When the chests were opened, they were filled with rare medicinal herbs, carefully preserved in jade boxes—herbs that had long since gone extinct in the outside world. Several other chests contained high-quality ores used for forging weapons and crafting intricate mechanisms.

“These are the accumulations of Medicine King Valley over hundreds and thousands of years,” the High Priestess said. “They are also a small token of our gratitude.”

Bai Yutang’s eyes nearly popped out as he stared at the herbs. Any single one of them, if taken outside, would be enough to cause a huge sensation in the medical world.

Meanwhile, Bai Ling’er had all her attention captured by the ores that shimmered with strange, beautiful lusters.

“Besides that,” the High Priestess continued, taking a token from her robe and handing it to Jiang Suisui, “this is the secondary token of the Medicine King Order. With it, you can open the secret passage leading to Medicine King Valley at any time and come and go freely. Medicine King Valley will always be your home.”

Jiang Suisui accepted the token and felt its weight in her palm.

This journey to Medicine King Valley had brought rewards far beyond anything she had imagined.