The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 687 - 388 The Real Antidote

Qingluan coughed violently twice, bending her waist as she did. She tried to take an elixir, but she was vomiting blood incessantly, unable to swallow even though the elixir melted as soon as it touched her mouth. She glared at Mou Tan, noticing that since he launched the attack, he had just been standing there with a dull and wooden expression, clearly controlled by someone else, involuntarily. Gasping for air, she said in despair, "There’s no solution to break this, is there?"

Even now, what she desperately longed for was to escape from Ba Snake Mountain Range and regain her freedom. Every Bird Demon innately longs to soar freely between the blue sky and white clouds, and this natural desire for freedom became increasingly urgent the longer they were trapped in the Ba Snake Mountain Range.

Little did she know that Duanmu Yan chuckled and said, "Who said that? If there was no way to break it, how could the Langya Sect Master stand by my side?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The blue-robed man, who was none other than Langya, one of the two Great Chiefs of Hidden Stream, watched Mou Tan critically injuring Qingluan without blinking an eye, clearly already aware. Now he frowned and said, "Cut the nonsense, hurry up and take her away, interrogate her for the planting secrets of the Dragon Elephant Fruit Seed. I’ll go retrieve the seed, and by this time tomorrow, we’ll meet here again."

Qingluan, still in disbelief, stared at him and said with a miserable laugh, "Lord Langya, if you wanted to deal with me, you could just lift a finger, why bother using someone else?"

"You are like a child I watched grow up, I can’t bring myself to harm you," Langya said emotionlessly, heaving a sigh, "Do you think I enjoy seeing my subordinates bullied by outsiders? Like you, I just want to leave this place."

An antidote? Ning Xiaoxian and others were shocked. Could it be some kind of medicine that could counteract the power of Ba Snake? Given her understanding of Yimu Power, it probably was similar to the Heart Oath invented by Yin Jiu You, a method akin to a soul imprint, used to control others’ actions. To think a soul imprint could be offset by mere medicine seemed unbelievable.

But the credibility of this matter was high because who was Langya? He was one of the two Great Chiefs of Hidden Stream; he definitely had the necessary discernment. If he hadn’t verified the authenticity of the antidote in the grey-robed man’s possession, how could he agree to cooperate with him?

Everyone present was in turmoil, a tangled mess that could neither be cut nor sorted.

Ning Xiaoxian wondered aloud, "People influenced by Yimu Power shouldn’t even have thoughts of rebellion. How could Langya be an exception?"

"He has no intentions of rebelling," Changtian explained, "he is only planning to ’leave’. Demons by nature long for freedom, and even the power of Yimu can’t stop that. Whether he will harbor resentment against Hidden Stream and scheme for revenge after he succeeds in fleeing is unknown."

As they conversed enthusiastically, Qi Zai became extremely anxious: "What do we do now? Are we to face three against two?" Not to mention Duanmu Yan, just Langya alone was not necessarily someone they could handle. Within Hidden Stream, anyone who could hold the position of Sect Leader would indeed be as formidable as Bai Qing and Nangong Zhen.

Ning Xiaoxian glared at him: "Concern leads to chaos! We will follow Duanmu Yan — hmph, we all know who he is — and figure out how to rescue your beloved, and then obtain the antidote. As for the Sect Leader, let him be for now." She stealthily released a Ding Ning Bee, let it fly to the bushes outside the arena, slowly move closer to Duanmu Yan, and finally gently land under the hem of his clothing.

Inside the arena, Langya and Duanmu Yan set a time to meet the next day. Duanmu Yan then ordered Mou Tan to carry Qingluan. Yet, as Mou Tan stepped forward, Qingluan on the ground suddenly gave a cold laugh through gritted teeth: "Stay away from me, or else I will self-destruct my Primordial Spirit, and you’ll never get the cultivation method of the Dragon Elephant Fruit!"

For cultivators with cultivation above the Nascent Soul Stage and demons with cultivation above the Wanxiang Stage, they can condense a Primordial Spirit. When the physical body is too severely damaged, the Primordial Spirit can emerge from the body to find a new one or to reincarnate. But once the Primordial Spirit self-destructs, both form and spirit are annihilated, leaving nothing behind. And the deeper the cultivation of the cultivator, the greater the impact of the Primordial Spirit’s self-destruction. If Qingluan were willing to self-destruct her Primordial Spirit, the commotion could be heard for hundreds of miles, and Langya and Duanmu Yan would likely be injured as well.

"Stubborn resistance!" Langya frowned, finding the situation somewhat troublesome.

Still spitting blood, Qingluan stubbornly said, "I just want to know, what exactly is the method to remove the forest’s power!"

Duanmu Yan smiled, "I like stubborn women; they always bring me a lot of pleasure. Alright, a secret known only between two people is too boring. It’s no big deal to tell you." He had solved a puzzle that no one had solved for thirty thousand years, and inside, he was incredibly pleased with himself. But such a secret now had to remain buried deep, unshared and without appreciation or admiration, which made him itch inside.