itioner was running inside, and the scent of perfume from the vent wafted with the cool breeze. The entire car was filled with a fragrance that was light but inexplicably alluring."Ah-Chao gege, this..."Dare you try"
The man was very calm.
They had snipers positioned at every sniper's nest around them.
Shen Lue naturally also realized that if he were alone, he could shoot this thing to pieces in a few seconds.
But with so many brothers, including Master Fu, he couldn't act recklessly.
Shen Lue calmly retracted his temper, intending to find another way to discipline him.
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, a bullet flew through the air and instantly left a blood hole on the man's forehead.
With his eyes wide open, he fell straight down.
With so many snipers around, Grandpa Fu actually fired directly!
Shen Yue's heart was startled, then quickly regained its composure.
Grandpa Fu was always cautious and composed, he would only fire his gun if he was sure.
As a matter of fact, it is true.
Fu Lingxiao held the golden desert hawk, his cold and stern face shrouded in gloom. He emanated a palpable aura of ferocity.
"Come out here!"
A low voice rippled through the air, a sound that chilled you to the bone.
The next second, a footstep as fine as dust came from behind the group of white-clad people.
The man in white, with a gun at the ready, immediately made way to the sides and bowed his head in welcome.
A man in white walked over, his face handsome and imposing, with an air of majesty.
He stood still and looked at Fu Lingxiao: “The Lord of the Realm has summoned you.”
Fu Lingxiao's cold eyes narrowed slightly, glancing at the man in white robe. He put away his gun and said to Shen Yue, "Wait here," before striding towards the giant peak.
The man in white led Fu Lingxiao to the palace at the peak of the mountain, pushed open the door, and said, "Lord, the person is here."
After respectfully completing his report, he made a gesture of "please" and then stepped aside.
In the vast palace, the decorations were ancient and elegant, but all the furnishings were priceless antique treasures, truly extravagant.
As soon as Fu Lingxiao stepped into the hall, his gaze locked onto the proud figure behind the white crane screen depicting mountains and water.
He pursed his thin lips, his footsteps circling the screen, and he came face to face with a pair of phoenix eyes as deep and mysterious as an abyss.
The man sat on the soft couch, wearing a snow-white long robe, clean and translucent, like a glazed jade statue.
On the side table, there was a delicately crafted enamel double-crane incense burner. Thin smoke slowly wafted out from the crane's beaks, swirling and lingering in the air like a fairyland. This scene further accentuated his ethereal air, making him appear as if he were a celestial being who had descended to earth.
Through the swirling smoke, their eyes met, and a palpable sense of deadly danger hung in the air.
For a moment, Fu Lingxiao coldly lifted his thin lips, "You lured me here to disregard Mu Xing's life and death. If you can't give me a treatment plan for Mu Xing today, I will bloodbath your thirteen realms!"
His obsidian eyes were deep and heavy, like embers dying out, leaving behind a sky full of ash swirling in the gloom.
At first glance, he knew his identity.
He is exactly as Mu Xing described, Qiao Lao. He's just like what Ye Laoye described.
And all the speculations along the way have now been confirmed.
He had set a trap for the night pursuer he sent, knowing Mu Xing's situation was dire yet never revealing himself, all to lure him in.
The purpose was still unclear, but seeing him for who he truly was surprised him.
Qiao Daishan didn't care about his identity being exposed. He leisurely tossed the ancient medical book fragment in his hand to Fu Lingxiao. His phoenix eyes were cold as if they had solidified ten thousand ice layers, and his stunningly handsome face was calm and indifferent, showing no emotion at all.
Fu Lingxiao glanced at the man, opened the ancient medical book, and lowered his eyes to read.
Above is a detailed account of the thirteenth realm's number one heaven-defying forbidden technique, the Art of Apothecaries.
The elixir not only grants immortality to those who consume it, but also possesses the ability to cure any poison when drunk and revive the dead when eaten.
But the process of making yao people is extremely cruel and bloody. Their level of suffering is beyond human comprehension.
Such an overbearing and heaven-defying forbidden technique, the difficulty is naturally extremely high. It requires the creator's superhuman abilities and the creator's extremely powerful mental strength, both of which are indispensable.
Since the creation of the Thirteen Realms, for thousands of years, it has only succeeded once.
This time's success came at a heavy price, nearly bringing the entire Thirteen Realms to ruin. Due to the devastating lessons learned, Alchemy was thereafter classified as a forbidden art, never to be practiced again.
Staring at the perplexing texts in the ancient medical books, Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed.
The other party's meaning was very clear, they wanted to refine him into a medicine person and use him to save Mu Xing.
As long as he could save Mu Xing, he was willing to endure any pain and torment, even if it meant giving up his life.
But, the medicine man, immortality.
Does such fantastical stuff really exist in this world
Fu Lingxiao pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Qiao Daishan, "Hand over Shi Ye, I want to take him back."
Compared to these ethereal things, he still believed more in the time of night.
Qiao Daishan placed his hands on the square table and tapped lightly on the surface with his fingers.
Soon, two people carried someone on a stretcher and walked in.
It was Shi Ye, who had been missing for a year, lying there with his eyes tightly closed, unconscious.
Fu Lingxiao checked on Shi Ye's condition. He was hanging by a thread.
His icy gaze swept towards Qiao Daishan, "You've really put in a lot of effort!"
Qiao Daishan finally spoke, he looked at Fu Lingxiao, his voice as clear and cold as jade colliding, "I only gave you a multiple choice question, the choice is yours."
Fu Lingxiao's sharp gaze fell on his hand, where the tiger's mouth was clean and white.
There was no tattoo of black wings.
However, this didn't dispel his suspicions. For the Thirteen Realms' Divine Physician, removing a tattoo wouldn't be difficult at all.
Even if he wasn't the killer from back then, he was at least an accomplice.
"I'm only here because of Mu Xing. Fu Lingxiao temporarily suppressed his emotions and probed, "If I don't agree, will you just watch Mu Xing die"
Joe Tai Shan faintly lifted his eyelids, looking at him. His eyes were like two clusters of cold, flickering flames, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, “Then let’s see who has a crueler heart.”
“I promise!”
Fu Lingxiao readily agreed.
His blood was cold, his heart was cold, only placing Mu Xing's heart tip, hot and rolling.
He couldn't bear to risk her, nor could he bear to see her suffer any more.
Even if this is a trap, he's willing to jump right in!
Just...
He frowned and said, "The process of making medicine is very lengthy. Mu Xing can't wait that long."
"I have my own way."
Qiao Dai Shan's phoenix eyes were deep and unfathomable, "Since a choice has been made, let's go to the laboratory now."
"I'll go back to the Imperial Palace to bring Mu Xing over."
The little girl repeatedly told him to go back within two days. Estimating the time, it was almost there. She must be eagerly waiting for him now.
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Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a prosperous and fulfilling year ahead.
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