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Ye Xiuyuan glared at them with indignation. This group of fickle, self-serving individuals was truly detestable; they even dared to ask Sister Lan for herbs to save them. Did they think they were worthy?
He stepped forward to support Lan Wanyu and gently called out, "Sister."
Lan Wanyu immediately raised her hand to interrupt him. "You don’t need to persuade me; I’ve made my decision."
She wanted to prove that Qi Xiao was wrong! She was not the kind of person who would hesitate over a mere evening primrose; if it had to be sacrificed, then so be it!
"Sister!"
Lan Wanyu ignored him and turned to leave. Ye Xiuyuan felt once again overlooked as he watched her retreating figure, his expression darkening.
Meanwhile, two figures appeared in the southeastern canyon of the Xiaoyao Sect. The two moved gracefully, exuding a powerful aura that frightened the keen-eyed beasts below into fleeing in panic.
"Master Qingxu," one of them said while stroking his beard, "this is the site of the insect plague outbreak. Shall we descend from here?"
Fan Wuyou nodded silently, worry etched across his brow.
Master Qingxu frowned slightly. "Why do you seem so troubled, Sect Leader?"
Fan Wuyou sighed softly. "I’m just concerned that this matter may not be as simple as we think. Brother, do you remember what happened at Xiaonan Mountain?"
"Of course I remember," Master Qingxu replied. "Are you bringing it up now to refer to the stone locust larvae incident?"
Fan Wuyou nodded. "Exactly. The situation at Xiaonan Mountain was full of mysteries, but apart from those traces, there were no other clues, and ultimately that case went unresolved."
"Now that an insect plague has appeared near our Xiaoyao Sect, resembling the situation at Xiaonan Mountain, I can’t help but suspect that someone is targeting us."
"I'm afraid these days will not be peaceful!"
Master Qingxu's expression turned cold as he lightly waved his dust whisk. A gust of wind surged forth, sweeping through several miles and snapping countless trees in half. Even a small group of stone locusts that hadn’t yet left the valley in search of water were shattered by this force.
Master Qingxu landed gracefully, his steps steady.
"When has our Xiaoyao Sect ever feared these demons and monsters?"
Even if there are those with malicious intent aiming to target my Xiaoyao Sect, I will certainly sweep them away myself. Fan Wuyou let out a light sigh and followed along.
As they drew closer to the canyon, the sounds of insects became increasingly clear. Occasionally, a group of blind stone locusts would attempt to rush forward, seeking them as prey. However, before they could get close, they were shattered by a gust of fierce wind.
For those disciples with lower cultivation levels, these stone locusts were a disaster; for cultivators like them in the Transformation Stage, they were merely trifles.
The two strolled leisurely into the depths of the canyon. In the dim light, several blood-colored Linglong plants stood at about human height, their fruits bright red and exceptionally plump. Within them, one could faintly see fist-sized stone locust larvae, pulsating like hearts, as if they were about to break free from their eggs at any moment.
Truly strange.
Fan Wuyou flicked his fingers, unleashing a sharp beam of sword light. Instantly, one of the blood Linglong plants exploded, dust flying everywhere. The root of the plant was still connected to another shriveled blood Linglong seed.
It resembled a blood bag, entwined by the nearby blood Linglong's roots, siphoning its nutrients to nourish itself. The nearby blood Linglong grew taller and taller under its nourishment. Once that seed completely depleted its nutrients, it would signal the end of the blood Linglong's life and the day when the stone locusts would hatch!
This method was strikingly similar; indeed, both were orchestrated by the same person.
After observing for a moment, Master Qingxu suddenly waved his dust brush again, causing that dirt pit to explode once more.
Inside the pit lay numerous black impurities. With a strike of spiritual power from Master Qingxu, those impurities emitted wisps of black mist.
Both men’s expressions changed drastically; they were shocked—this was actually demonic energy!
A thousand years ago, the demon race rampaged across this continent, causing untold suffering. Ultimately, countless cultivators joined forces and paid a tremendous price to seal the demon race in a corner.
Now, signs of their resurgence were appearing!
The emergence of demons was a significant matter! No, I must immediately contact all sects and have them prepare in advance!
At this moment, Fan Wuyou finally understood why there had been an outbreak of insects nearby—it was aimed directly at Xiaoyao Sect!
A thousand years ago, when sealing the demon race, the four major sects had naturally contributed the most effort. If those demons wished to break free from their seal completely, their primary targets would be these four sects.
If it weren't for a disciple accidentally wandering into the depths of the canyon and inadvertently triggering this insect plague, by the time these stone locusts matured, Xiaoyao Sect would undoubtedly face disaster!
Brother, we must quickly destroy these evil creatures!
Master Qingxu nodded in agreement. We must eliminate these evil beings. Upon returning, we should summon all the elders to jointly scour the area around Xiaoyao Sect to prevent any lingering threats!
The senior brother thought the same as I did.
An hour later, Lan Wanyu finally succeeded in refining the antidote. The disciples who had been poisoned rushed over upon hearing the news, but Lan Wanyu stood in front of them. There was only one Moonlight Grass, and it could not be used for many doses; this medicine was only for those in severe condition.
Many disciples were extremely dissatisfied and could not help but murmur among themselves. They were suffering from a deadly poison and received careful attention, while they, the other disciples, were left to be neglected. Being poisoned was worse than death; if only those in severe condition could take the antidote, they might as well let that wretched insect bite them a few more times.
Absurd! Your Senior Sister Lan has worked tirelessly for you all these days, yet you ungrateful people dare to complain? Hurry up and get lost!
Elder Huang stepped forward with a serious expression, his aura radiating authority. Even though the disciples were still unhappy, they did not dare to say anything more and could only leave in disgrace.
Once this group of disciples had dispersed, Elder Huang softened his demeanor and spoke gently. "Don't take their words to heart. I see how hard you have been working these days."
Lan Wanyu's face turned pale as she bit her lip and nodded slightly. She forced a smile and replied, "Elder Huang, please don’t worry. I understand that my fellow disciples are suffering from the poison; it's normal for them to feel resentment. I won’t take it to heart."
Elder Huang paused, looked at her with a complicated expression, shook his head with a sigh, and left with a wave of his sleeve. "Ah, sometimes being a good person is not so easy!"
Lan Wanyu thought that once she delivered the remaining antidotes, she would have accomplished her task and could return to Qingjing Peak to cultivate in peace. However, before she could leave the pharmacy, she was surrounded by those disciples who were in severe condition.
"Senior Sister Lan, is there something wrong with your medicine? Why do I still feel pain and itchiness all over after taking it?"
"Yes! When Sister Ye woke up, she was completely fine—nothing happened to her! Why are we still suffering like this?"
"Senior Sister Lan, you didn’t make a mistake with the antidote, did you?"
Lan Wanyu could only explain herself.
There is only one evening primrose, and in order to treat so many of you, I can only dilute its effects repeatedly.
After taking the medicine, you will no longer have to worry about your lives. However, the aftereffects are difficult to eliminate.
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