The Healer Demands Payment

Meng Qi’s heart skipped a beat: “Venomous snakes.” Without wasting time, she took out a porcelain bottle from her storage space and made a circle around her friend in one swift movement, distributing three Qingfeng pills for each of them. She refined these pills after leaving the Grand Tournament barrier, making them fourth-realm pills, each […]

Ji Wujiong snorted with a face full of disdain: “You want to pay me to teach you stuff? Meng Qiqi, what do you think of me?!” “Forget it if you don’t want to.” Meng Qi narrowed her eyes and resolutely turned her gaze away.

Ji Wujiong chuckled in disdain, “Little girl, has your master never told you? The red foxes and the black tortoises are incompatible by nature. No matter how hard you try, at best, you could only learn one-third of his skills.”

Meng Qi turned to Xu Zijun and Xue Chengxuan: “Fellow Daoist Xue, Fellow Daoist Xu, our number one priority is to find Sister Xue.” She then reached out and pulled Sikong Xing’s arm, “Xingxing, we can beat him together after leaving the Starfallen Sea!” “Got it.” Sikong Xing nodded sullenly.

“You…” Xu Zijun’s face turned red with anger, yet he was unable to come up with a rebuttal. The sacred Star Lake, which had been passed down in Xingluo Pavilion for thousands of years, was known to be able to help cultivators break through the cultivation base. For this reason, the disciples of Xingluo Pavilion

Sikong Xing: “…” Meng Qi: “…”

Ji Wujiong?! This name struck like thunder, especially for Xue Chengxuan, Li Che, and Xu Zijun, whose expressions changed drastically. These three could be said to have a grudge against Ji Wujiong. Needless to say for Li Che and Xue Chengxuan, but with all the charades Ji Wujiong made during the Medical Cultivators Conference, Xingluo

Sikong Xing also gave up persuading. She raised her hand, calling the huge black wave to her side, and had it protect Meng Qi tightly inside. Xue Chengxuan flicked his finger and summoned a silver medical knife into his hand. His figure then swayed with a flash, only to appear in front of Meng Qi

Sikong Xing cursed softly as she summoned the black water out from the ground and skilfully manipulated it to form another layer of barrier around Chu Tianfeng’s flame, protecting herself and her friends inside. Su Junmo raised his hand, conjuring a green net in the sky. Compared to last time, the net gleamed coldly, brandishing

“It’s a golden thread beetle.” Meng Qi looked down and said. She then used her foot to gently kick the bee’s severed body and turn it over, revealing a pattern similar to thin gold threads on its back. Meng Qi took out her silk gloves and put them on, then took out a small box