Chapter 44 Still Alive

Lin Du was finally stabbed with several needles. Apart from anything else, his heart, which had been aching because of her anger, felt better now.

But after Du Shao gave the acupuncture, her eyes were filled with worry.

Lin Du's heart condition is very bad.

The person involved didn't look like anything was wrong. The ancient city had been almost searched, and more and more people were rushing in. Lin Du saw that he would run into someone after walking a few steps, so he simply walked away.

She seemed to be born with bad luck and had no affinity with spiritual plants.

It was obvious that the road only went to the left and right sides, so there would definitely be no spiritual plants where she walked, but the direction chosen by Du Shao would always yield one or two plants.

Lin Du felt that this was pure malice from Heaven.

It seemed that she was destined to not be able to collect the spiritual plants that the system had mentioned that could heal her by herself. At most, she could find some materials that could be used to refine instruments or carve arrays, such as resin or deer antlers.

Seven days passed in a flash, the gate slowly opened, and the monks scattered in the small worlds stopped their actions at the same time.

Lin Du stared at the golden gate that appeared on the horizon. Millions of people had sacrificed their lives and spiritual power just to open that gate.

A door is something that makes those inside want to get out and those outside want to get in.

"What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going to leave?" Du Shao called her softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Lin Du instinctively moved away from Du Shao's outstretched hand, "No, I'm healthy and don't need an injection."

She summoned her flying magic weapon and lightly jumped on it, "Let's go."

Hundreds of figures with arcs of spiritual power were all heading in the same direction. From a distance, they looked like countless rising stars, with different spiritual lights, red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, and purple. Hundreds of light and shadows passed through the vast sky and earth like interwoven colorful ribbons, dazzling and mysterious.

The elders of each sect have already left the tea room and are waiting outside for their children.

Behind Ju Yuan stood a female cultivator in white, looking cold and lonely, with only a red mole at the corner of her eye bringing some charm and grace.

Lin Du looked at Xia Tianwu from afar and thought of Wu Xi, whose face was disfigured by her punch. She shouldn't have come today, so why did she come again? What kind of evil fate was this?

"Senior Brother Ju Yuan." Lin Du landed in front of Ju Yuan, but his eyes passed him and looked at Xia Tianwu, "Why is Tianwu here?"

Ju Yuan coughed lightly, "Why else? When you were fighting with the Willow Monster, you used up your Yang Soul Technique, which must have overdrawn a lot of your energy. I told your fifth senior brother that the usual Yang-tonifying pills are too strong for you, so I specially refined a mild-tonifying pill and asked Tian Wu to deliver it to you."

"It will only take a few hours to get back. Why bother asking her to come here in person?"

Lin Du glanced at Wu Xi in the crowd and found that he had punched him too hard. The man's face was still swollen and looked particularly funny.

Then this trip in summer is quite suitable.

"I'm worried about you. Come here and let me take your pulse." Xia Tianwu reached out and held Lin Du's wrist. He took his pulse very skillfully. His fingertips felt like they were touching cold ice. His brows slightly furrowed for a moment.

"Uncle Junior Master, you..."

“Still alive.”

The body temperature of an ordinary person who has been dead for seven days would probably be warmer than Lin Du's current temperature.

If you say that Lin Du has a bad fate, she can still walk freely and live well even though she has very little yang energy left. If you say that Lin Du has a good fate, she has overdrawn almost all the yang energy in her body with just one Yang Soul Technique. Just looking at the condition inside her body, even if she goes straight into the underworld, no ghosts will suspect that she is a living person.

Lin Du looked at his second nephew innocently. This kid really couldn't talk like his master.

"I'm alive, don't be afraid."

Xia Tian rarely had any facial expression. At this moment, apart from a slight frown on his brows and worry in his eyes, his expression was as cold as Lin Du's body temperature.

She took out a jade bottle and said, "Master Junior, these are Yang-boosting pills. Try taking two first."

Lin Du looked at the Yang-boosting pill, which was larger than ordinary pills, suspiciously, "Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"In order to warm and nourish the body, I added some extra ingredients to dilute and delay the release of the medicinal power. Little Master, don't be afraid. This is not the pill I made, but my master made it."

"Ouch." Lin Du swallowed it with gritted teeth, and the coldness that was always flowing in his bones slowly dissipated.

The other three also came out one after another. Their conditions were obviously much better than Lin Du's. They were forced to take a Xun Chang Yang-boosting Pill each, and a little white mist slowly emerged from their heads.

Lin Du thought his eyes were blurry. "Even though it's winter, you guys are steaming hot. Isn't that a bit absurd?"

The three kettles looked at the junior master innocently, "We didn't want to do that either."

After taking the Yang-boosting pill, the Yang energy in his body surged and his whole body became hot. Then, as if a kettle was boiling, hot steam came out from his head.

A few big words emerged in Lin Du's mind: I want to open it.

Xia Tianwu's expression remained calm, only her eyelashes trembling slightly revealed her apology, "I'm sorry, I made your Yang-boosting pills, maybe I was a little too hot, and the medicine was a little too concentrated, so it was a bit strong."

Ju Yuan and Lin Du raised their hands and pressed their temples at the same time, covering their eyes.

Three small kettles of boiling water were holding up the mist above their heads. It was daytime, and the three streaks of white mist became more obvious under the sunlight.

Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed and tried to raise his hand to block it, but found that his outstretched hand was also steaming, so he had to give up.

Lin Du did not forget the important matter, "Senior Brother Ju Yuan, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Ju Yuan put down his hand and glanced at the elders over there, "It's time to check the disciples' harvests. Is it urgent?"

Lin Du thought for a moment and said, "It's not urgent."

"Then I'll tell you later."

"Because it has already happened, it will take a lot of time and effort to undo it. We don't mind spending an hour like that."

Ju Yuan: ...It doesn’t sound like a small matter.

"Let me tell you first. After all, they wouldn't dare to judge unless I was there."

Lin Du pointed to his ears and said, "Please ask Senior Brother to set up a barrier so that at least no one present can hear it."

Ju Yuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to cast a barrier, and said, "Don't worry."

"The willow monster ate a total of 197 people. I checked the age of the bones and found that the oldest one died about 600 years ago. There were sacrifices and a gathering Yin formation in the ancient city, with a total of 217 corpses of high-level monks, 197 of which had no souls left."

Lin Du explained the matter briefly, "So, I suspect that among the people who have entered this secret realm, about 197 people are no longer the original Zhongzhou disciples who entered."

Ju Yuan's expression gradually became serious, "Junior sister, you know that your guess is a bit bold and may stir up trouble among the various sects in Zhongzhou."

Lin Du nodded, "I know, but I'm not just guessing, I have evidence."

As she spoke, two more bones appeared in her hand.

Ju Yuan: ...When did she pick up the bones?

No, why would she bring out two bones for no reason?

The bones spun gracefully in the boy's right hand. Lin Du said in a very steady voice, "This is the corpse of the one who died first."

Ju Yuan's gaze fell on her right hand, and then the white bones of her left hand also turned.

"This is the corpse of a high-ranking monk in the Lanju Realm."

"Of course, I have another piece of evidence, but the power of that residual soul is probably only enough to say it once."

"Brother, you must ensure that the elders of the sect who heard what the remnant soul said can completely believe it."

Ju Yuan's gaze looked up and fell on Lin Du's face.

She was clearly a young woman, with misty eyes that had a faint blue color due to little rest in the past seven days. The corners of her lips still had the nonchalant smile she usually had when talking to her own people, but her words had already clearly arranged the elders of all the sects in Zhongzhou.

Ju Yuan suppressed his surprise and surprise and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."