Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 159, pp. 175-176: Self-Salvation by Decapitation, Declining Spiritual Energy, Spine Break and Dragon's Demise (Two Chapters Combined, Please Subscribe)

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Sichen's spine burst forth with blinding blood light and shattered inch by inch.

The spiritual pressure of the Great Perfection of Concentration, along with the spiritual energy and dragon energy emanating from the body, dissipated like a tide.

With the dragon vein shattered, the flawless golden body of the true dragon created by the "Imperial Supreme World-Shaking Skill" was also broken.

In this degenerate age devoid of spirituality, this is a tremendous blow, and spirituality is beginning to be lost.

"cut!"

At this moment, Hua Qingshuang and the other three Nascent Soul experts unleashed their full power, employing all their killing moves!
The Frost Sword suddenly split into nine streaks of cold light, like nine ice dragons devouring Zhang Sichen's throat.

Yan Lan's Blazing Sun Wheels left blazing streaks in the air, and where the blades cut, even the dragon's aura was burned and cracked.

Bai Chengshang's Shadow Sword is even more insidious, with its tip bursting forth with bone-corroding poison that directly targets the opponent's dantian.

"Pfft!"

Three deadly attacks pierced through Zhang Sichen's body simultaneously.

Frost froze his right arm and collarbone, flames burned his left chest, and poison corroded his dantian.

"roll!!"

The founding emperor of the Xuan Kingdom let out a thunderous roar, and the dragon energy around his body suddenly surged and exploded. His true dragon armor shone brightly, and the dragon seal hovered above his head. Suddenly, nine golden dragons flew out and began to strangle him.

The blazing sun wheel wailed and collapsed, the cold tide was torn apart by the dragon claws, and the poisonous energy was purified by the dragon's energy!
"puff!!"

All three coughed up blood and flew backward.

Yan Lan's fiery red robe was torn.

The white robes were stained with blood, and the flowers were covered in frost.

Bai Chengshang's right arm was almost torn off by the dragon's energy!

"boom!!"

The mental storm that had been perfectly concentrated then exploded like a tsunami.

All three suffered severe damage to their spiritual consciousness.

Zhao Wuji, hidden in the shadows, was struck as if by lightning. The barrier of consciousness constructed by the Dream Marriage Technique shattered instantly, and his perfectly concentrated divine sense, like a mountain of immense weight, crushed through his brain.

"cough!"

He instantly coughed up blood from all seven orifices, his vision turned blood red, and his consciousness blurred and went black.

The Thunder Sound Sword, forged from the martial artist's will, offered only slight resistance before letting out a mournful cry of unbearable strain and snapping with a "clang."

He mustered his last bit of clarity, made a hand seal, and used his medical skills.

"Shh!"

A healing, turquoise light bursts from the fingertips, wrapping around the head like a living thing.

The brain, which had suffered severe damage, began to recover under medical intervention.

At this moment, Wu Xiu's powerful self-healing ability was also activated, and his damaged and ruptured blood vessels quickly recovered.

The shattered sea of ​​consciousness was forcibly glued back together, and the chaotic, paste-like thoughts were finally reassembled.

Zhao Wuji suddenly regained consciousness, opened his bloodshot eyes, and bit his tongue hard, spitting blood onto the fragment of the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot Diagram: "Dragon Vein... Explode for me!!"

In an instant, the ancient runes on the fragmented map wriggled as if alive, and the blood-red light seeped into the depths of the scroll, as if it had touched some kind of taboo.

"Boom!"

A rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from underground.

The entire dragon vein writhed wildly like a dying dragon, its dragon energy transforming into tangible golden magma that gushed forth from the cracks.

Finally, the entire mountain range collapsed amidst a deafening explosion, the dragon vein completely disintegrated, and smoke and dust billowed up.

Zhang Sichen's unhealed wound burst open again, and his dragon-like spine snapped with a "crack".

"You dare, you brat?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the ghostly green flame in his right eye suddenly detached from its socket, transforming into a beam of green light that shot towards where Zhao Wuji was hiding.

Wherever the will-o'-the-wisp passed, even the dissipated dragon energy was corroded into a dark green poisonous mist.

"Get out of the way, Wuji!"

Yan Lan's telepathic message exploded in Zhao Wuheng's ears.

A fiery red figure suddenly appeared in front, and the fragments of the Flaming Sun Wheel collided with the ghost fire.

"laugh!!"

The fragments of the Fiery Sun Wheel instantly crumbled, and amidst the ear-piercing sound of corrosion, dark green patterns instantly covered Yan Lan's left shoulder and body.

She staggered to her knees, black blood spilling from her red lips, yet she still desperately held on to the remaining flames of the Flaming Sun Wheel.

"Senior sister!"

Hua Qingshuang's white silk ribbons billowed like an inverted Milky Way, and the icy spiritual power formed a barrier to temporarily block the poisonous fog.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Chengshang made a hand seal, and the Shadow Sword suddenly turned its blade. The Poisonous Sword Qi transformed into a black rainbow and pierced into Zhang Sichen's broken dragon spine!

"what!!"

Zhang Sichen let out a howl that sounded inhuman.

Golden and red dragon marrow gushed from the broken spine.

The moment these liquids came into contact with the air, they ignited into a raging fire, the primordial dragon energy that had been cultivated for a hundred years turning back and burning itself!

"boom!!"

Just as Zhang Sichen's dragon marrow self-immolated, an even more violent storm of divine consciousness exploded from the top of his head.

The entire cave ceiling was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The near-death counterattack of the Great Perfection of Concentration completely collapsed the grotto, and the broken stones poured down like a torrential rain.

Bai Chengshang, who was closest to him, was struck as if by lightning, blood spurting from his seven orifices, and his body flew backward like a rag doll.

In an instant, Hua Qingshuang used her divine sense to condense a sword lotus with the Frost Flying Sword, and nine cold rainbow sword lights rotated to protect her.

"Junior sister!"

Yan Lan's consciousness was blurred as she gazed at Hua Qingshuang, who was protecting her.

In a daze, it was as if she had returned to ten years ago, to the time when she was protecting this indifferent little girl.

Now, however, it is Hua Qingshuang who is protecting her.
But in just a moment, cracks appeared on the ice crystal sword, Hua Qingshuang groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, her white sleeves exploding into countless butterflies.

Yan Lan, who was being protected behind her, also coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.

At this critical moment.

"Zheng!"

Inside the grotto, the Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly burst forth from the smoke and dust, its sword light circling the neck three times like a silver dragon.

Zhao Wuji's head shot into the air in an instant, but no blood spurted from the severed neck.

The flying head had wide-open eyes, and between its opening and closing lips, it uttered an obscure incantation: "The gale passes over the neck, and flesh and blood are regenerated!"

"Boom!"

The fallen head gleamed metallically in the smoke and dust.

Three tadpole-shaped runes spread from the hairline to the jawline.

The sweeping storm of spiritual energy crashed into his head, splitting apart like waves crashing against rocks.

Sparks flew as pebbles struck his head, making it seem as if, in those three breaths, his head had truly become indestructible.

"You bastard!!"

Amidst the ruins, the golden-red dragon marrow that spewed from Zhang Sichen's fractured spine transformed into thousands of vengeful dragons that swirled back.

The pupils of the Xuan Kingdom's founding emperor suddenly contracted, and the protective dragon aura around his body was torn to shreds by the vengeful dragon.

These were the essence of the earth veins that had nourished him for three hundred years, but now they had all become the poisonous hand of his fortune backlash.

"My century-long plan, my centuries of painstaking effort, all destroyed in an instant. Destroyed in an instant!!"

Zhang Sichen let out a roar of resentment, his right arm was the first to decay into white bone, and the dragon seal on his head cracked open with a "crack".

He swept his venomous gaze over the crowd in the dust and smoke, and only when he realized that the little rat, the culprit hidden in the shadows, must be dead, did his resentment lessen slightly.

With a furious roar, the ghostly green flames, enveloping his remnant body which was constantly being devoured, transformed into a stream of light and managed to break through the dome and escape.

"Wow--"

The moment the grotto completely collapsed, the figure of the Supreme Cave Master, bearing the shattered Xuan Tian Seal Light, staggered out of the void, his robe now covered with black spots of dragon resentment.

He glanced in alarm at the ruins ravaged by the vengeful dragon, and suddenly flung out three life-saving jade talismans from his sleeve.

The figure had vanished without a trace in the bursting blood mist.

"cough"

Hua Qingshuang, her white robe stained with blood, crawled out from the pile of rubble and immediately dragged the unconscious Yan Lan out as well.

Then, her expression changed.

"Unrestrained!"

He immediately staggered deeper into the cave to search for it.

By this point in the battle, they were not only severely injured, but their spiritual energy was also almost completely depleted.

In this spiritless environment, every extra minute spent there increases the danger, and injuries will rapidly worsen as spiritual energy is depleted.

We must leave as soon as possible and return to the grotto.

"Continued!"

In the ruins of the collapsed grotto, as Zhao Wuji uttered a spell, the headless body suddenly sprang up.

The Frostfire Sword carried the gleaming blue head back to the severed neck, the cut surfaces of the skin and flesh fitting together precisely as if attracted by magnets.

Before a moment had passed, Zhao Wuji had already twisted his perfectly intact neck.

He touched his head, which was now completely sealed up without leaving a trace, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The power of divine sense at the peak of the Concentration Realm is truly terrifying."

Zhao Wuji touched his head, which was still slightly aching and dizzy, and a hint of lingering fear appeared in his eyes.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and decisive enough to sever his head and use the three-breath indestructible time of the head-regeneration technique to avoid damage to his consciousness; otherwise, he might have had to use the Yin-Yang Pearl's only chance to revive.

"Ho ho."

Just then, he suddenly heard a soft panting sound and was startled.

They immediately lifted up the nearby broken rocks and discovered that behind the rocks lay Zhang Zhaoming, who was on the verge of death with only half of his body remaining.

"This guy is still alive? How did he survive?"

Zhao Wuji stepped closer.

"Oh, Zhao, Physician Zhao."

Zhang Zhaoming's face was ashen, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved slightly, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

However, upon seeing Zhao Wuji, his cloudy pupils suddenly lit up with an unusual light, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

Zhao Wuji sensed that the emperor might have some last words to say, so he moved closer.

"The dragon vein exploded, it's destroyed. The Xuan Kingdom is finished, and the Linlang Cave Heaven is almost finished too. Without the dragon vein to continue the spiritual energy, there's no way to maintain the vitality of the spiritual vein."

Zhang Zhaoming's lips trembled. "The spiritual veins will soon dry up, and he'll turn to petrification."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and summoned the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot Diagram. The diagram showed a dragon vein that had been broken into five sections. "The dragon vein was not completely destroyed, but it was broken into five sections."

"Once I use the power of the formation to reconnect the dragon vein, I can still maintain the operation of the grotto-heaven spiritual vein. However, before that is resolved, I will suffer for a long time to come."

A complex look appeared in Zhang Zhaoming's eyes as he said "you".

For a long time, he plotted day and night, seeking only to sever the shackles that the Linglang Cave Heaven placed on the Zhang family's dragon vein.

But after experiencing the incident with the founding emperor, his feelings were complex and difficult to understand.

They were unwilling to let the dragon vein be destroyed in one fell swoop, but they also hoped that even if the dragon vein was destroyed, it would not fall back into the hands of the founding emperor in the future.

He suddenly reached out, and a ball of light appeared in his palm. He said in a trembling voice, "Imperial Physician Zhao, having you by my side before I die makes my death worthwhile."
I now wish to issue a will. I request that you support Consort Li to ascend the throne. Here is a piece of my imperial marrow; you…”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji had already moved his hand away, shook his head and sighed, "Your Majesty, you may not know, but Junior Sister Li, like you, has always wanted to gain freedom."

You don't want to be controlled, and neither does she.

Zhang Zhaoming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately understood.

"Hahahaha." He suddenly burst into laughter, but his laughter was filled with desolation. "So that's how it is."

The dragon marrow in his palm flickered, reflecting off his withered face.

"Then let the Xuan Kingdom... die with me." He slowly closed his eyes, the dragon marrow in his palm slowly condensing, his voice fading, "
"Imperial Physician Zhao, please take good care of Consort Li. I truly owe you a debt."

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was agape, and he was dead. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her," Zhao Wuji said with a sigh.

A wisp of soul flew out and slowly dissipated. The dissipated soul power gradually merged into the dragon marrow, causing the dragon marrow to suddenly emit a ray of light.

"Yang marrow?"

Zhao Wuji noticed that the Yang Pearl was starting to stir. On a whim, he reached out and touched the dragon marrow, only to be absorbed into the Yang Pearl.

On the surface of the second Yang Pearl, a message appeared: "Yang Marrow (1/2)".

He was shocked and overjoyed, for his lost yang essence had been regained.

Unfortunately, the remaining slot was taken away by the first emperor, Zhang Sichen.

"Unrestrained."

Just then, calls came from the ruins ahead.

"Peak Master!"

Zhao Wuji quickly responded, turned around and activated his Frost Soul Flying Sword, piercing through the broken rock in front of him and flying out of the bottom of the ruins pit.

"Wuji, are you alright?"

Hua Qingshuang was shocked to see blood flowing from his seven orifices and rushed forward to check on him.

"I'm fine, thankfully I'm far from the battlefield."

Hua Qingshuang carefully checked him over and, seeing that Zhao Wuji was indeed unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief. A trace of lingering fear flashed deep in her eyes.

"Oh no! Your Uncle Yan is seriously injured! Come quickly! Let's go back to the mountain gate first."

After half a cup of tea.

When Zhao Wuji and the others dragged their injured bodies back to Linlang Cave.

They then discovered that the entire mountain gate had fallen into unprecedented chaos.

A sickening "crackling" sound came from the core of the mountain-protecting array, and the array patterns that were originally flowing like a spiritual river now looked like a dried-up riverbed.

Even the concentration of spiritual energy within the entire mountain gate is decreasing and declining, resembling a scene of returning to the degenerate age of the outside world.

"How could this be? It seems there's something wrong with the spiritual veins."

"Could it be that the two new cave masters fought against the old cave master, shaking the spiritual veins?"

"Without spiritual veins, exposed to a spiritually barren environment, how can one cultivate in the future? One's cultivation will even decline, returning to this degenerate world."

Many disciples of the grotto-heavens were panicked, and many elders and deacons were also filled with doubt and uncertainty, with everyone feeling uneasy.

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji, Hua Qingshuang, and the others return from the great battle, several elders and deacons immediately surrounded them to inquire.

The head elder of the Criminal Law Hall trembled with anxiety and apprehension, but since the safety of the cave was at stake, he still stepped forward resolutely and asked with clasped hands.

"Master Hua! Why is the spiritual energy within the cave rapidly declining, the spiritual veins frequently vibrating, and Elder Qian, the head of the Spirit Monitoring Hall, also dead?"

The protective mountain formation is unstable now, so what happened at the dragon vein?

"Elder Feng, please calm down."

Hua Qingshuang's face was pale and haggard, and suddenly she swept her wide sleeves.

A crystal-clear image bead floated in mid-air, projecting Zhang Sichen's ferocious face and the rampant dragon's resentment.

"Everyone, please look carefully!"

Her voice, though weak, was firm and resolute: "The reason for the current situation is a conspiracy meticulously planned and orchestrated by Zhang Sichen, the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom."

This person faked his death over a hundred years ago, secretly manipulating the dragon vein and the cave master. Today, the dragon vein was shattered, affecting the spiritual veins of the cave; this is truly his fault.

"This... Zhang Sichen, the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom?"

"How is this possible? How can he still be alive? And he even controlled the old cave master?"

The video showed a series of images, and the horrifying scene of Zhang Sichen's spine exploding caused all the elders to take a step back.

"The former cave master Cheng Ruiyuan was actually controlled by Zhang Sichen and turned into a puppet, transforming into Zhong Kui to control us again?"

Hou Baichen, the master of Lone Cloud Peak, looked incredulous, his eyes filled with shock and anger, and he clenched his fists.

Former Xuanji Peak Master Lu Liyan suddenly pushed his way to the front, saying sorrowfully, "Peak Master Hua, now that the dragon vein is severed, without its nourishment, the spiritual veins will petrify and wither within a dozen years at most. How can we stabilize the situation? What if we return to the end of the Dharma era?"

Hua Qingshuang frowned and pondered, just about to speak.

Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped forward, opened his hand, and a fragment of the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot Diagram appeared in his palm, rotating.

On the fragmented map, five broken dragon veins writhe like living creatures.

"Everyone, please see!"

Zhao Wuji ran his finger across the incomplete map, and the array patterns lit up like golden threads. "Although the dragon vein is broken, it is not completely severed. It has only split into five segments. If I use this incomplete map of the earth vein spirit core, combined with the Dao of array formations, I will surely be able to reconnect the dragon vein within a year!"

"A fragment of the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot Map!?"

Lu Liyan's eyes widened immediately, clearly having heard of this picture.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm: "The elders should be aware of my array formation methods. If you are still not at ease..."

He turned his gaze to Lu Liyan, "Why not ask Elder Lu and the Array Hall to assist us? Within a year, we will surely be able to restore the dragon vein."

Upon hearing this, the tense expressions of the elders and deacons gradually eased, and their anxiety and fear slowly dissipated.

"But Zhang Sichen, the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom, was so ruthless and cruel that he didn't even spare his own flesh and blood relatives."

Hou Baichang, the master of Lone Cloud Peak, stared at the message in the recording bead and said worriedly, "If this person were to make a comeback in the future, I'm afraid..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hua Qingshuang said, "Why does Peak Master Hou have to boost the morale of others and diminish his own? Zhang Sichen also suffered heavy losses and had to escape."

In the absence of spirits in the outside world, it was extremely difficult for him to recover from his injuries.

Moreover, the dragon vein is broken, and I believe his lifespan is nearing its end; he will not live much longer.

"Since we are in this celestial realm, we can recover from our injuries much faster. The longer this drags on, the more advantageous it will be for us."

Upon hearing this, the elders looked again at Zhang Sichen's disheveled figure fleeing in the image pearl, and their tense faces finally relaxed.

“The Flower Cave Master is right! I think with two cave masters and Peak Master Zhao in charge, there’s no need for you to panic.”

Elder He of the Affairs Hall immediately nodded and stroked his beard in agreement, intending to flatter him and make up for the past misunderstanding.

"All right!"

Hua Qingshuang's slender eyes swept over everyone. "Now is a critical moment for the grotto heaven, and it is necessary for all the elders to take charge of the overall situation and convey my orders!"

She said in a deep voice, "The Spirit Monitoring Hall shall immediately calculate the spiritual energy nodes, maintain and repair the spiritual veins, the Punishment Hall shall maintain order in the grotto-heaven, and dispatch personnel to the outside of the grotto-heaven to stabilize the Xuan Kingdom's royal family. Medicine King Valley shall prepare."

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar of a landslide suddenly came from afar.

“It’s the direction of the B-type mining area,” a deacon whispered.

Zhao Wuji immediately took out the Spirit Monitoring Compass and discovered that a section of the spiritual vein in the Yi-character mining area was trembling, with many spirit-eating insects emerging, and the spiritual vein had begun to slowly petrify.

He suddenly shouted, "No time to lose! Elder He, issue the order immediately, with the Array Hall cooperating, to rush to the major mining areas for disaster relief!"

Remember, unless absolutely necessary, do not exterminate the spirit-eating insects; simply force them back into the spirit vein.

Their presence within the spiritual veins can slow down the rate at which the veins petrify and deplete.

Orders were issued one after another.

The elders exchanged glances, and finally bowed in unison: "We respectfully obey Peak Master Zhao's command!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As the last elder departed in a flash of light, Hua Qingshuang suddenly staggered half a step, and Yan Lan in her arms almost fell over.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly helped the peak master up and found that the blood on her back had already congealed into scabs.

“Peak Master, your injuries and those of Senior Uncle Yan are too severe. I will first use my family’s medical and martial arts techniques to heal you, and then I will go to stabilize the situation in the cave.”

He quickly performed a medical technique by making hand seals.

A bluish-green medicinal aura flowed from her fingertips, encircling Hua Qingshuang like a stream.

Her pale face gradually regained its color, and the hideous wound on her back quickly scabbed over and fell off under the nourishment of the spiritual light, revealing new skin.

"Wuji, your family's medical skills are truly remarkable."

Hua Qingshuang let out a soft sigh, the weariness in her eyes lessening slightly.

But when his gaze turned to Yan Lan, it became serious again. The dark green dragon-like patterns on the latter's shoulders and neck writhed as if they were alive, and even faintly hissed.

The medicinal light cast by Zhao Wuji was corroded and dissipated as soon as it approached.

"The backlash from the dragon's vengeance mixed with the putrid poison is so troublesome. This is no longer a simple toxin, but a poisonous curse."

Zhao Wuji frowned.

"Let's go back to Cold Moon Peak first!" He grabbed Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword carried the three of them as they sped through the air.

Inside the cave on Cold Moon Peak
As the young apprentice Xiaoyue was pounding medicinal herbs, she suddenly saw the cave's array open.

Three blood-stained figures stumbled and fell in, with Zhao Wuji holding two beauties in his arms.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, she slammed the pestle in her hand to the ground in shock: "Cave Master Hua?! Cave Master Yan, how could you..."

"Don't be stunned!"

Zhao Wuji immediately placed Yan Lanping on the jade couch, and flicked out dozens of golden needles from his sleeve, inserting them into the major acupoints all over Yan Lanping's body. "Take my token and go to the Ziyun Palace immediately to fetch the three-hundred-year-old Snow Spirit Mushroom and bring it here."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yue hurriedly took the token that Zhao Wuji tossed to her and left the cave in a flurry.

"Uh"

Hua Qingshuang, despite her injuries, used a hand seal to transform her icy spiritual energy into threads that wrapped around the golden needles, temporarily freezing the spread of her injuries.

"Wuji, you treat your senior master first, I can wait a bit."

"Peak Master, don't panic! Let me first use acupuncture to stabilize your condition and prevent it from worsening!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly reached out his hand, "Excuse me!"

Hua Qingshuang nodded slightly. Having received so many acupuncture treatments from Zhao Wuji, she had tacitly agreed.

Zhao Wuji suddenly pulled off Hua Qingshuang's blood-stained robe, revealing her blood-stained body.

He quickly made a hand seal, summoned the golden needles, and the needles, like bursting golden rays, swiftly pierced the numerous acupoints near Hua Qingshuang's wound to prevent it from spreading and worsening.

He then followed suit, helping the unconscious Yan Lan to sit up and removing her tattered robe.

Then he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, from which ancient tadpole-shaped runes appeared.

"Medicine and Talismanic Arts, Suppress!"

With a low shout, Zhao Wuji used his fingers as a brush, quickly dipping them in his own powerful martial arts essence, and began to draw talismans on Yan Lan's body.

"Uh"

While Yan Lan was unconscious, she seemed to feel a sudden discomfort, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her graceful waist twisted.

Zhao Wuji was also helpless; his senior brother was unconscious but still wriggling around so restlessly.

He could only move his fingers rapidly, and wherever his own essence and blood passed, the patterns drawn by the dragon's resentment and poison would vanish upon touch, as if they were being devoured and corroded.

Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

The secret passage was alright.

His essence and blood share the same origin as the blood demon spiritual energy, and it is ultimately tainted with a trace of the calamity turbidity of the Heavenly Dao blood.

Although the poison curse on Yan Lan's body was extremely vicious, it was ultimately no match for the turbidity of the Heavenly Blood and was easily devoured and corroded.

Not long after, Yan Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she had vaguely regained some consciousness.

At this moment, the young apprentice Xiaoyue hurriedly returned with the centuries-old snow lingzhi mushroom.

Upon seeing the sight of the two cave masters inside the cave, their upper bodies almost entirely covered only by their undergarments and purple robes, they were stunned and their bodies trembled.

"My lord, the Snow Lingzhi has been retrieved."

"Alright!" Zhao Wuji collapsed as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, his fingers twitching slightly from rapidly drawing talismans.

But his eyes were bright and piercing, as if he had encountered a divine doctor treating some difficult and complicated disease, full of a desire to study, staring intently at the stubborn dark green lesions deep in the wounds on Yan Lan's shoulder and collarbone.

"Seventy percent of the curse has been removed, but the remaining ones are deeply ingrained. It must be..."

He frowned, staring at Yan Lan's wound, then looked at Hua Qingshuang beside him, and pondered.

"Peak Master, the toxins in Senior Sister Yan's body are like a bone-deep infection; I might have to use my mouth to suck them out for her."

Hua Qingshuang's expression changed slightly, her eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes, and she said with a worried look.

"Then you're going to put the poison in your mouth, and what if it takes effect?"

Zhao Wuji calmly replied, "It's alright. The way of the Martial Immortal is to use one's own small world as a furnace to refine all things in the world. This is the way of humanity, taking from the insufficient to give to the abundant."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Among the medical and martial arts traditions of my family, there is a technique of refining poison by taking it. It was created in imitation of the spirit of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs and Li Shizhen tasting poison when he wrote the Compendium of Materia Medica!"
A small amount of toxin can be neutralized as soon as it reaches the tip of the tongue!

Seeing her confidence, Hua Qingshuang immediately nodded after a moment's thought, "Alright! But don't be reckless!"

(End of this chapter)