Chapter 72 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (37)
The trading market was bustling with people shouting and bargaining.
Feng Ziang endured the pain of his spiritual roots being torn apart and moved lightly among the crowd.
He was in urgent need of finding the "Mysterious Ice Jade Marrow" that could suppress the backlash of his spiritual roots, but after searching the entire market, he still found nothing.
The various spiritual herbs, minerals, and magic weapons on the stall blurred into a blur in his eyes. Only the increasingly severe pain reminded him that time was running out.
He held onto a stall, his fingertips almost digging into the wood, and beads of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
With every passing moment, the restlessness of his spiritual roots intensified, as if it was going to tear him apart.
"My fellow Taoist, do you need any elixir? I have all kinds here, maybe I can help you." A shrill voice sounded.
Fengzi raised his head and saw a short and fat old medicine man with a mustache looking at him with a smile.
Feng Ziang cheered up and described the characteristics and effects of "Xuanbing Jadeite".
After hearing this, Yao Lao stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "This Mysterious Ice Jade is a rare item, and I have only seen it recorded in books. However..." He paused, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "I do have a 'Cold Condensation Dew' here, although it is not as effective as the Mysterious Ice Jade, it can temporarily suppress the backlash of the spirit roots and relieve your pain."
A glimmer of hope ignited in Feng Ziang's heart, and he quickly asked about the price.
Yao Lao held up five fingers: "Fifty high-quality spirit stones." Feng Ziang gritted his teeth. This price was almost all of his assets, but in order to suppress the backlash of his spirit roots, he could not care less.
Just as he was about to take out the spirit stone, a familiar figure appeared in his sight—He Yushu.
He Yushu was secretly observing Feng Ziang, and seeing him in so much pain, he felt extremely troubled.
He once stayed away from Feng Ziang because of a misunderstanding, but now seeing him so helpless, the last bit of grudge in his heart disappeared.
He walked quickly to Feng Ziang's side, his eyes firm: "Ziang, I'll help you."
Feng Ziang looked at He Yushu in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The appearance of He Yushu was like a ray of light that illuminated his despairing heart.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he felt dizzy, his vision went black, and his body fell down softly.
He Yushu quickly supported him and asked with concern: "Zi'ang!"
"He...what happened to him?" Yao Lao asked cautiously from the side.
He Yushu ignored Yao Lao and held Feng Ziang in his arms. He glanced at the people around him with a cold gaze and whispered, "Someone is doing something behind the scenes..."
Wu Gang hid in the dark, staring with a sinister look at the scene where He Yushu supported Feng Ziang.
The fire of jealousy burned fiercely in his chest. He Yushu, what do you rely on?
A waste abandoned by the sect dares to covet the things he likes!
He gritted his teeth, and a vicious plan took shape in his mind.
He quietly slipped into the crowd and pretended to chat with a few drug dealers.
"Hey, have you heard? Feng Ziang has contracted a strange disease, and his spiritual roots are almost destroyed! I heard that this disease is contagious. Tsk tsk, how pitiful." He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.
The rumor spread like a plague.
The drug dealers who originally held out a glimmer of hope for Feng Ziang's condition suddenly changed their expressions and put away the rare medicinal materials on their stalls, fearing that they would be "infected" by Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang heard the whispers around him in a daze. He tried hard to open his heavy eyelids, but he only saw cold and evasive faces.
He struggled to stand up, but felt powerless. The severe pain in his spiritual roots made his vision go black.
"What's going on...why..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"Don't listen to their nonsense!" He Yushu supported him, his tone firm, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.
He looked around, his eyes as sharp as a knife, trying to find the person who spread the rumors.
"Nonsense? Ha, ask everyone here, who dares to sell the elixir to him?" Wu Gang hid in the crowd and shouted in a sinister tone, "Be careful not to be infected by him, it will be too late to cry then!"
A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, and people looked at Feng Ziang with eyes full of fear and disgust.
Feng Ziang felt a suffocation in his chest, and despair overwhelmed him like a tide.
He grasped He Yushu's arm tightly, his knuckles turned white, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.
He Yushu looked at Feng Ziang's painful expression and anger surged in his heart.
He had never hated his own powerlessness as much as he did at that moment.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, supported Feng Ziang and turned away.
"Wait!" An old voice suddenly sounded.
Yao Lao walked out of the crowd, holding an exquisite jade box in his hand, "Han Ning Lu, I'll sell it to you."
He Yushu and Feng Ziang looked at Yao Lao at the same time, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
"Although I am afraid of death, I am more afraid of doing business against my conscience." Yao Lao handed the jade box to He Yushu, "I will accept these fifty high-quality spirit stones."
He Yushu took the jade box and was about to thank him, but he saw Yao Lao looked at him meaningfully and whispered: "Young man, some things can't be judged superficially..." After that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
He Yushu looked at the jade box in his hand with a frown.
He always felt that things were not that simple...
He supported Feng Ziang and his eyes scanned the crowd around them, finally stopping on a furtive figure.
"Wu Gang..." he whispered, his tone as cold as frost.
He Yushu supported Feng Ziang, who was about to fall, and his sharp eyes were directed at Wu Gang who was hiding behind the crowd.
He sneered and said loudly: "Wu Gang, do you think no one knows about the dirty things you did?"
Wu Gang's face changed, and he walked out calmly: "He Yushu, stop spitting blood! What did I do?"
"You spread rumors that Ziang's disease was contagious, causing no one to dare approach him and even refusing to sell him life-saving pills. Do you dare to say it wasn't you who did it?" He Yushu's tone was cold and he dropped his fist to the ground loudly.
Wu Gang avoided He Yushu's gaze with a guilty conscience and said cunningly, "I... I was just kindly reminding everyone, who knows what kind of strange disease he has!"
He Yushu took out a sound transmission talisman from his storage bag. After injecting spiritual power into it, the sound of Wu Gang spreading rumors before came out from the talisman.
The evidence was conclusive. Wu Gang was suddenly speechless and his face turned pale and blue.
The people around him began to point fingers at Wu Gang and talk about him, their contemptuous looks piercing him like needles.
"You...you actually eavesdropped on my conversation!" Wu Gang was furious but unable to refute.
He Yushu ignored him and turned to the crowd, saying, "My fellow Taoists, Ziang's illness is not contagious, but a backlash of his spiritual roots. Please don't believe the rumors."
A thin medicine dealer in the crowd walked timidly to He Yushu and whispered, "My fellow Daoist, I... I know a place that might have the Mysterious Ice Jadeite, but there..." He hesitated to speak, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
He Yushu's heart moved, and he quickly asked, "Where?"
The drug dealer looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before whispering, "Fallen Soul Valley."
Luohun Valley is a place full of dangers and unknowns, but for Feng Ziang, He Yushu did not hesitate at all.
After thanking the drug dealer, he supported Feng Ziang and walked resolutely towards the Valley of Fallen Souls.
Feng Ziang held He Yushu's hand tightly, with hope glittering in his eyes.
Not long after they left, Wu Gang emerged from the crowd, staring at the direction they left with a vicious look.
"The Valley of Fallen Souls? Humph, then you will never come back!" He sneered and followed quietly.
As night falls, outside the Valley of Fallen Souls, the cold wind howls and the shadows of the trees sway.
He Yushu supported Feng Ziang and looked around vigilantly.
"Be careful, there's a lot of yin energy here."
"Yeah." Feng Ziang nodded and tightened the sword in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from behind...
Wu Gang hid behind the tree with a sinister smile on his face.
He held a black stone in his hand and muttered something...
“Go to hell!”
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