Chapter 96: Master Qiao
Seeing over a thousand streams of light rushing toward him, Master Xuantong felt no fear whatsoever. After all, in his eyes, even the most powerful among them had only just reached the level of a True Immortal. If his magic had fallen from the level of Taiyi, leaving him only as a True Immortal, he might have had some reservations. But now, as a dignified Taiyi Master, how could he regard these ants as anything worth his attention?
Yet, once the actual battle began, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Why can't these people be killed?"
With surging emotions, she spoke again, "Let him come up," her heart filled with unease, though she tried to keep her voice steady.
"I've found a substitute medicine, but it can't fully neutralize the poison. It can clear about fifty percent. Luckily, the poison isn't fatal in the short term—it only weakens the body and causes gradual decline. There's still time to find the antidote." Deep within the southern forests, such medicinal herbs are not hard to find; it's just that they cannot grow in the north.
"Stop shouting nonsense! All you know is how to yell all day. Go polish your gear," Seven Kill grumbled, rubbing his ears, thoroughly annoyed as he shouted at the Pillar of Heaven behind him.
But in just a moment, he hurriedly stood up and rushed outside. Sure enough, as he left the house, a sudden blaze erupted in the southeast. He gritted his teeth—how could he almost forget that girl's temperament?
As if it understood what Mu Yi said, the mysterious jade pendant began to tremble, radiating a dazzling white light. The brilliance flowed like water, slowly pouring into the stone Mu Yi held in his other hand.
Beside Zhou Yan stood Zhou Xinyi, dressed in white, her aura cold and detached.
Mu Yi, standing at the end, couldn't help but ponder upon hearing Qing Ling's name. He turned his gaze toward her, eager to see what level of martial skill she had acquired.
"Then isn't it all rather dull for us? All day long we fight monsters, level up, clear dungeons, and never truly experience the thrill of combat with other players. Those nations—why do they keep sending so many spies for no reason?" Seven Kill hung his head, and from his words, it was clear his hands were getting itchy again.
He Xi laughed heartily once more. Though he knew entering these deep mountains could very well be a one-way journey, what did it matter? If one wants to grow stronger, what is a little danger in comparison?
He was one of the candidates carefully chosen by Lou Haoran over two years ago to deal with Lan Rongyue. In those two years, aside from learning various skills, he had thoroughly studied Lan Rongyue.
The two quickly reached a consensus and hung up, preparing to notify the other three. But it was already too late, for the war had officially begun.
"Mo Qingxuan, leave the rest to me." Lin Xiao said, patting Mo Qingxuan's shoulder as he stepped back.
At that moment, Ao Yu suddenly remembered an important question: If the Master of the Heavens was so powerful, how could he have been defeated by the Primal Ones in the War of the Gods tens of thousands of years ago? It was that defeat that left the demons and monsters under the heel of others ever since.
"How did I become a ghost? Brother Feng, why are you up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" He Meng asked Zhang Xiaofeng with curiosity.
As soon as Yamaguchi finished speaking, a smoke bomb exploded in the hall, and by the time everyone reacted, Ichiro Yamaguchi had vanished without a trace.
The hospital staff had surged from the previous one hundred and six to over three hundred. Most were graduate students and doctoral candidates from medical schools. Many, after interning at Changchun Hall, were unwilling to leave and tried every means to secure a position there—even as a temporary worker.
After all, once the clan leader dies, infighting will erupt within the tribe. Such conflict cannot be resolved quickly, and even if a new leader is chosen, whether they'll dare to seek vengeance remains uncertain.