Xiao Hongyu and the others looked at each other in confusion. “Miss, that thing is poisonous. It’s not that we dare not go in, but we’re afraid of the poison in there.”
“That’s even easier. The poison, I can neutralize it, but I don’t know what that thing is…” Feng Qingran said cheerfully.
The four sect masters and family heads all stared intently at Feng Qingran.
“Miss, are you serious about this?” Xiao Hongyu asked.
“Of course. As long as you dig the pits according to my requirements first, I can give you the antidote,” Feng Qingran said, her apricot eyes as bright and clear as stars.
Xiao Hongyu declared, “If Miss can neutralize the poison, we will follow your requirements.”
Those injured were the core strength of their sects and must be saved.
“Alright then. I’ll mark out the areas, and you dig one zhang deep according to my instructions. Remember, you cannot use spiritual energy. If you disturb that thing, I can’t guarantee what will happen…”
After Feng Qingran finished speaking, she flicked her hand, and a pile of hoes appeared before everyone.
The big shots of Qingyun Province stared at the hoes in front of them, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
Just then, an elderly man questioned, “Miss hasn’t even seen the poisoned individuals, yet she so confidently claims she can neutralize the poison. How can we trust this?”
Everyone looked at Feng Qingran, waiting for her answer.
“The poisoned individuals have regressed in their cultivation, their internal organs are rotting, they are in excruciating pain, and their blood has turned… black,” Feng Qingran described in detail.
“Completely correct. But does Miss know why they are like this?” the old man asked further.
“Anything that can destroy a person’s cultivation must be related to Qi,” Feng Qingran said seriously, completely making it up.
Upon hearing this, the old man looked surprised. “Miss actually understands Qi. I was being rash.”
Feng Qingran’s eyes held a profound look. “When poison enters the meridians, the first thing to look for is Blood-Transforming Grass…”
The old man suddenly felt enlightened. “Miss, you are truly a divine being! May I ask where Miss studied?”
Everyone perked up their ears, wanting to hear Feng Qingran announce her background.
Feng Qingran’s aura suddenly turned cold. “Are you going to dig or not? If this poison isn’t neutralized within three months, they will become cripples.”
“What!” Rong Zhuofan exclaimed, and he was the first to pick up a hoe.
So what if he had to dig pits?
He’ll dig!
After Rong Zhuofan, everyone else picked up their hoes.
The sword in Feng Qingran’s hand flew out, drawing several circles on the ground. “Dig within the areas I’ve marked. Don’t deviate.”
Feng Qingran resumed her aloof, expert demeanor.
At a small slope in the distance.
Ning Shiyue’s eyes widened. She had come all this way, only to see her little junior sister commanding a group of big shots to dig pits!
Can someone tell her what exactly was happening?
Little junior sister, you are truly amazing!
While everyone had their heads down digging, Feng Qingran waved her hand at Ning Shiyue, signaling for her not to stay there, as she could easily be discovered.
But Ning Shiyue misunderstood.
Her little junior sister wanted her to come over?
If she went over, what should she say?
Just as Ning Shiyue was about to get up, a hand pressed down on her shoulder. “Fifth Senior Sister, we finally found you!”
Baili Wenyue crouched down beside Ning Shiyue.
Mo Jinghong stood behind the two, his dark eyes as brilliant as stars.
Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong locked eyes from a distance for a moment. She inexplicably felt guilty. Did her Seventh Senior Brother seem a little unhappy?
“Excuse me, miss, are you sure it has to be one zhang deep?” Rong Zhuofan looked up and asked.
Feng Qingran snapped back to reality. “Sect Master Rong, the location you are at is very particular. It must be dug one zhang deep.”
Otherwise, when it was time to retrieve the item, things would get exposed.
Fortunately, the divine seedling of the Firmament Tree was a single, slender, long root and hadn’t yet developed a tangled network of roots. Otherwise, Feng Qingran would have definitely beaten Feng Ci to death.
Feng Qingran was thinking, after these pits were dug, how was she supposed to send her Fifth Senior Sister down?
Feng Qingran made a few gestures towards the distant slope.
“Little Junior Sister wants us to go over,” Ning Shiyue said happily.
Mo Jinghong said coldly, “No. She wants us to act according to the situation. She says she will lure the people away. Fifth Senior Sister, don’t forget to get into the pit.”
“So that’s it,” Ning Shiyue nodded, eager to try.
Baili Wenyue held Ning Shiyue back. “No going. Everyone on the other side is a Void God. Going over there is just asking for trouble.”
“Little Junior Sister has already made arrangements. It will definitely be fine,” Ning Shiyue retorted.
“Those Void Gods are doing the digging themselves, which means they definitely don’t want more people to know about what’s happening here,” Baili Wenyue disagreed.
Ning Shiyue knew Baili Wenyue was right, but she had to go over there. What she needed was there!
Ning Shiyue looked at Mo Jinghong. “Seventh Junior Brother, do you think I should go?”
Mo Jinghong’s eyes were clear and cold. He asked in a deep voice, “Fifth Senior Sister, have you ever withstood the pressure of a Void God?”
Ning Shiyue shook her head.
Mo Jinghong continued, “Fifth Senior Sister, how would you describe the pressure of a Spirit Transformation stage expert?”
“Terrifying beyond measure, utterly helpless to resist.” Ning Shiyue recalled her fight with Uncle Zhong. With just a raise of his hand, she was completely powerless.
If it weren’t for the defensive magical artifact her little junior sister gave her, she wouldn’t have survived until now.
“The pressure of a Void God is world-shattering for a Golden Core cultivator. A Void God wouldn’t even need the blink of an eye to kill a Golden Core cultivator,” Mo Jinghong said, his thin lips pressed together lightly.
“I still want to go,” Ning Shiyue said, her gaze firm.
“Fifth Senior Sister, do you really think you can get lucky every single time?” Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes were like stars, mysterious and deep, his entire being radiating an air of supreme, unparalleled nobility.
Ning Shiyue wanted to retort, but Baili Wenyue covered her mouth.
