Moreover, how Zhang Wuji found him was also a problem. Wang Yao was still worried about the other members of the inspection team. This guy started practicing without explaining anything, which made Wang Yao very uneasy.
"As a Mahayana practitioner, Director, your resistance is better than mine. Please protect me first, and I will protect you later. I must not be disturbed while I am practicing."
Zhang Wuji's voice sounded rather weak. Wang Yao was surprised to find that little bits of green fluorescence began to appear on the surface of Zhang Wuji's tattered immortal robe. As soon as the green fluorescence touched the surrounding plants, the smaller plants would immediately wither and die.
Even on thicker trees, you can see the green fluorescence attaching to the surface and immediately penetrating deep into the wood, causing the large trees to gradually wither.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yao knew all too well that the poison was exceptionally potent. He could only suppress his curiosity, shut his mouth, and take a few steps back. He then sat down cross-legged like Zhang Wuji, releasing his "sensory perception" to vaguely cover an area of a hundred miles.
At this time, people in the nearby farmhouses had already gotten up and started moving around, and there were also a few vehicles coming and going on the road not far away. But just after Wang Yao released his "sensation", the earth suddenly shook several times, and those early risers in the "sensation" stopped and looked around blankly.
At first, Wang Yao thought it was an earthquake, but then he noticed that the tall buildings in the city in the distance had disappeared and a mushroom cloud was rising there.
"Damn it, it's here again!" Wang Yao was taken aback. Before he could even speak, the hurricane struck again, snapping trees with a crackling sound. Barns outside the forest were instantly torn up, and vehicles traveling on the nearby highway were blown around and rolled on the road.
Zhang Wuji, his hair disheveled and his face filled with bewilderment, opened his eyes.
"Hurry up and go!" Wang Yao grabbed Zhang Wuji's arm and activated teleportation. This time, a large amount of spiritual energy surged out, and in the blink of an eye, they were thousands of miles away. He then deliberately found a snow-covered, deserted mountain to stop at, but unexpectedly, he shivered as soon as he landed.
This was something that hadn't happened in many years. Wang Yao had long been accustomed to being immune to heat and cold, so the fact that he could feel cold at this moment made him suspect that it was caused by erysipelas.
Zhang Wuji's face was already sallow. When Wang Yao teleported him, he felt that his whole body was limp, as if he had no strength left. After landing, he sat down directly on a snow-covered rock and began to practice his internal energy without saying a word.
Seeing the strange green tinge gradually spreading across the snow around Zhang Wuji, Wang Yao quickly swept his sleeves away, brushing the polluted snow far off. He then found a place to sit cross-legged and "sensed" his surroundings. Seeing that the mountain was deserted and no one would come to disturb him, he realized that no one would come to disturb him.
Wang Yao immediately withdrew his "sensation" and carefully examined his own body.
Upon inspection, he was shocked to find that a third of his body, which was entirely composed of energy, had turned green, clearly indicating that it had also been contaminated by the poison, and that the poison was rapidly contaminating the other spiritual energy within his body.
In his haste, Wang Yao quickly cast a spell to expel the poison, but to his surprise, the poison seemed to have taken root in his body. Wang Yao tried all the methods he could think of, but they were all useless against the poison, and even the system was helpless.
As the poison raged, Wang Yao could clearly feel himself weakening rapidly. The spiritual power contaminated by the poison gradually became uncontrollable. Suddenly, a sense of powerlessness struck him, and he felt as if he could no longer sit still.
Despite possessing boundless and unrestrained spiritual power, he was utterly helpless against the poisonous pills… In his anxiety, Wang Yao's eyes suddenly lit up… Wait! There's another way…
"Damn it, disperse!" Wang Yao had experienced the forging process of gods and demons. In the final stage of the forging process, his entire body was transformed into thousands of particles. At this moment, Wang Yao did not know what method to use to expel the poison from his body. In his haste, he simply used the methods he had used during the forging process of gods and demons.
With a soft "pop," Wang Yao instantly split into countless tiny particles. Each particle was an independent Wang Yao, yet each particle was also a part of his whole.
Wang Yao examined the particles and discarded those that were mixed with erysipelas, even those that were partially contaminated with erysipelas. The remaining particles formed a smaller version of Wang Yao, while the particles contaminated with erysipelas formed another, even smaller, greenish-yellow version of Wang Yao.
The little Wang Yao, who was contaminated by erysipelas, collapsed after only a short while, turning into a pool of green pus that remained on the snow like thick snot.
Wang Yao felt a sense of relief, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His strength seemed to have suddenly shrunk considerably, as if he had regressed by more than one realm, and it seemed that he could not even reach the Refinement of Emptiness realm.
He flew into the air, away from the puddle of snot, and was about to check his surroundings when he suddenly realized that he could no longer feel the cold. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Upon further examination, he discovered that his immortal body had shrunk by about a third, resembling that of a half-grown child. He estimated that the power of his immortal arts would likely be greatly diminished. As for how to recover, he feared that the poison from the pills still lingered in the air and dared not inhale large amounts of spiritual energy, so he could only put it aside for the time being.
After a while, Zhang Wuji opened his eyes. His complexion had returned to its normal color. Zhang Wuji looked up at Wang Yao, who was floating in the air, and then leaped to Wang Yao's side.
"Director Wang, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Wuji looked at Wang Yao, who looked like a teenager, in surprise.
"How are you feeling now that the erysipelas has been removed?" Wang Yao asked.
"It's mostly fine now, but there's still some residual poison that can't be completely removed. It'll always be a problem if it stays in my body. I can only go back to the Immortal Realm and find a healer to slowly find a solution," Zhang Wuji said helplessly.
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