Leng Yan was not surprised by this. She loosened her hand and pulled out the silver needle from a disciple beside her. Looking at the blood-colored insect that was still motionless, she felt a little frustrated for the first time.
But at the same time, a subtle sense of pleasure at having met a worthy opponent also welled up in her. This person was pushing her to the limit, wanting to see how she would handle it. This long-lost feeling caused her emotions to fluctuate slightly.
At this time, Zhi Rong sent her a telepathic message: "Master, how about I ask our Wu clan elders?"
Leng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly to show her agreement, and then she saw Zhi Rong shrinking to the side. After all, the current appearance of those disciples really made her feel a little scared. The bloody wounds were still oozing blood from time to time. Leng Yan noticed it but ignored it. The Witch Tribe Saint had not left the Witch Tribe territory many times, so she had never seen such a scene.
It was normal to be scared when seeing something for the first time. She had even thought about putting a silencing spell on Zhirong if she screamed out. Now it seemed that Zhirong's ability to endure was better than she thought.
As for why the disciples were not given the healing pills, if the worms in their bodies were given the healing pills now, new flesh and blood would grow out and the worms would continue to stay in their bodies and gnaw on the disciples' grown flesh and blood again.
By that time, those disciples would probably be living a life worse than death.
She was here to save people, not to torture them. She had no grudge against these people, so she wouldn't harm them like this. Even if she did have a grudge, why would she bother with a bunch of noobs?
Leng Yan continued to feed blood to other disciples while thinking.
After a while, Zhi Rong came over and said to Leng Yan with a guilty look on his face: "Master, the elders of the Wu Clan said they haven't seen it either. They also asked the Clan Leader, but he doesn't know either. They are now looking through ancient books. And..."
Leng Yan kept moving his hands as he turned to look at Zhi Rong and asked, "Anything else?" Zhi Rong closed his eyes and said with a fearless look, "They asked me to say hello to you on their behalf, and they also asked me to repeat their greetings to you word for word."
Leng Yan looked at Zhi Rong's expression and finally said, "Stop talking."
Zhi Rong immediately agreed obediently. She was so happy that she couldn't help but say it. Then Leng Yan looked at her and sent a telepathic message to her: "Take my blood and feed it to the other disciples."
Zhi Rong looked at Leng Yan's pale face and the sweat on his face and hesitated, "This..." Leng Yan: "Do as I say."
Zhi Rong responded honestly with "OK", then fed Leng Yan the pill and began to take her blood to give to others. With his other hand, he began to circulate spiritual power to explore the formation at the bottom of the pool.
The formation was extremely exquisite and seemed to be a formation left over from ancient times. After observing it carefully, she closed her eyes and began to think in her mind how to break it.
At the same time, he was still discussing with Han Qing, who had already begun to think about how to break the formation the moment he saw it. Other elders who were also accomplished in formations also joined the discussion. The ancient formation must be able to hit the target with one strike, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, dare not think about it, and are unwilling to think about it.
Gong Cang and Qingyu had already gone to look through ancient books, and some elders and sect leaders also went to help.
Right now, everyone is busy with their own things. Half of the disciples in the Qingyuan Sect's secret realm and some disciples from other sects are looking for clues in the city, while the other half and the disciples from other sects are lying by the blood pool, half-dead.
The elders of the various sects outside the secret realm who knew how to form formations were trying to figure out how to break the formation at the bottom of the blood pool. Those familiar with alchemy, medicine, and sorcery were rummaging through ancient texts to find out what the red bugs in the secret realm were. Those studying other paths were also pulled in to look through ancient texts.
Finally, an elder excitedly said, "Found it." As soon as these words came out, those who were reading ancient books immediately looked in her direction. She ignored the others and looked at Gong Cang.
Gong Cang waved his spiritual power and the book appeared in his hand. He took a look and found that it was exactly the same as what he saw in the secret realm.
He looked intently and saw the following inscription in the ancient book: "To the north lies a land where the gods fell. There is a bug called 'Red Evil' that resembles sesame and is crimson in color. It lives in groups, enjoys moisture, is of the Yin element, is poisonous, and feeds on flesh and blood. Over time, the flesh and blood are depleted and the victim dies. Initially unconscious, the victim becomes increasingly tired and sleepy. Even as a cultivator, there is nothing they can do. The only solution is to grind shark pearls into powder and add cinnabar. Mix the two together and drink with water. The effect will resolve in half a day."
Gong Cang immediately told Leng Yan everything he had found out. Leng Yan responded and fell silent. The formation practitioners sat aside and pondered how to break the formation.
Meanwhile, the medical practitioners and alchemists were about to start arguing: "What a joke! In the past few hundred years, even the mermaids have never been seen in the cultivation world. Where can we get the mermaid pearls to cure poison? And in the north, isn't that the Divine Dynasty?" "Maybe there's still time to send someone over to ask."
"Not to mention the rarity of the Mermaid Pearl, the cinnabar used today is brightly colored and therefore highly toxic. It's rare to find even a small amount of it. If the Red Evil poison is cured, those disciples will be poisoned by the cinnabar again."
Another medical practitioner replied, "The cinnabar poison is not difficult to cure. A higher-grade detoxification pill can completely eliminate it."
As soon as he said this, the others understood what he meant. Leng Yan might really have a high-grade detoxification pill, but would she give it to those disciples for free? Why would she give it to other sect disciples for free?
Thinking of this, they all sighed, hoping that Leng Yan's nickname "Youlan of the Cultivation World" was not a false rumor. If she really had a noble character like Youlan, and was willing to save those disciples without considering her own interests, they would give her the reward after it was paid.
At this time, an elder sighed and brought the others back to their thoughts: "You are thinking too far ahead. At present, we are not sure whether Master Leng has the mermaid pearl. It is not good to think too far ahead."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone reacted. Several elders spoke up, "We do have one or two mermaid pearls, but we can't send them to Master Leng in the secret realm right now."
At this time, Leng Yan's voice came from the jade slip: "I have the mermaid pearl." Everyone was stunned at first, and then ecstatic.
In the secret realm, when Leng Yan heard about the mermaid pearls, the image of the mermaid pearls suddenly appeared in her mind. Then she remembered that there seemed to be mermaid pearls in her storage space. She swept her spiritual sense and saw the mermaid pearls, and there were quite a few of them, two large boxes.
Suddenly, she remembered that someone seemed to say to her, "These are not valuable. You can use them as decorations to make them quite ornamental." Looking at the two large boxes full of shark pearls, Leng Yan thought: It seems that they are really not valuable.
Then she pulled out half a box of mermaid pearls. Unlike pearls, these were translucent and shimmering, a pale blue like the shallow sea. Leng Yan searched again and found a storage bag of cinnabar in a corner that Qingyu had given her when she first arrived at Qingyuan. She hadn't used much of it then, and after traveling with Wen Shi, she hadn't drawn talismans again.
There is still a lot of cinnabar left. As for cinnabar, it is poisonous, so they can just take antidote pills when the time comes. Anyway, Qingyu gave her a lot of that stuff in the past, but it was useless to her and was always kept in the corner.
At this time, Leng Yan had already used her spiritual power to grind the mermaid pearl into powder and mixed it with cinnabar. Then she asked Zhi Rong to feed it to the disciples.
Zhi Rong glanced at Leng Yan, then scratched his head guiltily: "Master, I didn't bring any water."
Leng Yan: “…! I didn’t bring it either.”
Silence, dead silence.
The most important and hardest to find things were solved, and it turned out that the problem was with the most insignificant things.
Zhirong: Oh my God!
Everyone outside the secret realm: Oh my God!
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