Green clouds surrounded it from all sides, strong winds blew, and soon the entire Donglin Palace was filled with green smoke.
The pungent smell is everywhere, making people cough violently.
"Ahem, cough, cough, my eyes are going blind!"
"Me too! And my throat..."
"No, I can't breathe! Who will save me?"
...
As the people from Wuji Temple said, this plague is extremely contagious. Soon, people who inhaled the green smoke began to grow red bumps on their bodies, which were extremely itchy. Many people scratched their skin hard and unknowingly
They were all scratched and bleeding.
Breathing also became heavy, eyes began to turn red, and the strength in their bodies was rapidly losing. Many people fell to the ground and wailed.
On the other hand, those people in Wuji Hall were calm and composed, and nothing happened to them in the green smoke.
"Ye Qingran, you saw it, we didn't lie to you, we have all taken the antidote, so the plague has no effect on us, but you are different. You see how painful they are one by one. After a month
If there is no antidote, they will all die of fester!"
"Really? Look at me, why is there nothing wrong?"
Ye Qingran said with a smile.
When the people from Wuji Hall took a look, Ye Qingran was indeed fine at all.
"Huh, that only shows that your strength is high enough, but it's different for others. Do you have the heart to put them to death?"
Ye Qingran nodded seriously, "Of course I can't bear it."
Everyone in Wuji Palace smiled contemptuously, but in the end Ye Qingran still asked them!
The nose-ringed saint snorted coldly, "If that's the case, why don't you let the saint of our Wuji Temple go?"
Ye Qingran said with a smile: "Why should I let Luo Qingcheng go?"
The Nose Ring Saint frowned, "What, Ye Qingran, I think you don't want to save them anymore? I will give you one last chance. If you don't cherish it, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"I can save people myself, so I don't need to worry about you."
The Holy Son with the Nose Ring and the Holy Son with the Lip Ring looked at each other, and they both saw the disdain for Ye Qingran in each other's eyes, "We want to see how you can save him!"
The Holy Lord said that only their Wuji Palace has the antidote to this plague. Others, even if they are the Lord of the Medicine King Valley, come in person, they will never be able to develop the antidote in such a short period of time.
As for Ye Qingran, this behavior is undoubtedly a sign of overestimating his own capabilities!
Ye Qingran looked somewhere in the crowd and said, "Zhuang Xian, get the medicine."
"yes!"
Everyone looked at Ye Qingran and then at Zhuang Xian, wondering why Zhuang Xian would obey Ye Qingran's words.
You know, Zhuang Xian is the shopkeeper of Yaowang Pavilion!
Yaowang Pavilion is the power of Yaowang Valley. In other words, Zhuang Xian is from Yaowang Valley!
Zhuang Xian smiled mysteriously and did not immediately reveal Ye Qingran's identity. Instead, he turned around and went to Yaowang Pavilion to get the medicine.
Looking at Zhuang Xian's reaction, Xia Zhimeng and others seemed to understand something.
Xia Zhimeng stared at Han Xing and Leng Yue and the others, "Sister Xing'er, it couldn't be what I thought."
Han Xing smiled lightly and said, "Yes, it's exactly what you thought."
Xia Zhimeng's legs went weak. If Ling Shaoyang wasn't standing next to her, she would definitely fall.
"careful!"
In view of Zhuang Xian's performance, Ling Shaoyang thought back to the time when his grandfather inexplicably and firmly asked him to become Ye Qingran's disciple.
"Could it be..."
His eyes flashed, as if he had realized something.
"Ye Qingran, I want to see what medicine you bought in the gourd!"
Soon, Zhuang Xian came back from fetching the medicine and presented it to him.
"Valley Master, the medicine is here!"
Valley owner?
Everyone did not miss Zhuang Xian's title.
Zhuang Xian is from Yaowang Valley. If he calls Ye Qingran the owner of the valley, doesn't that mean...
Hong Wu's eyes widened, "Oh my god, is it possible that our Ye Jiaoxi is not only the owner of the Dan Valley, but also the owner of the mysterious Yaowang Valley at that time?!"
Hong Wu’s voice was so loud that many people heard it.
The owner of Yaowang Valley?
Ye Qingran?
For a time, even those who were suffering from the plague temporarily forgot the pain.
Ye Qingran is the master of Yaowang Valley?!
After hearing the news, the faces of the people in Wuji Palace changed.
They never expected that the master of the Medicine King Valley who could not be found by the two top forces of Zhulu Summit and Wuji Palace was actually Ye Qingran!
"So what if she is the Master of the Yaowang Valley? The Holy Master said that even the Master of the Yaowang Valley may not be able to develop an antidote to the plague! Besides, everyone in Xiliang City has been infected with the plague. I don't believe it, Ye Qingran
The antidote can be developed in just one month!"
The nose-ringed saint gritted his teeth and said.
Ye Qingran took inventory of the medicine Zhuang Xian brought.
Just when she asked the Holy Son of Wuji Palace to check the plague, she discovered that this plague was similar to the plague that was prevalent in Europe in the previous life, except that this plague had been upgraded, but it remained unchanged. She
The antidote came to mind almost instantly.
Ye Qingran offered the medicine cauldron and started refining the elixir on the spot.
Everyone looked at her without blinking.
They didn't think it was anything before, but now that they learned that she was the owner of Yaowang Valley, they still found it unrealistic. Especially when they learned that Yaowang Valley mainly made elixirs in front of them, they found it even more incredible.
"I never thought that I would be able to witness the master of the Medicine King Valley refining elixirs with my own eyes in this lifetime!"
"Before this, who would have thought that the extremely mysterious Master of the Medicine King Valley is actually Ye Qingran!"
"I feel that even if I die in this plague, I will have no regrets!"
.......
Hong Wu and others are more excited than the other. They admire Ye Qingran more and more. She always surprises them. Being her student is really a blessing from her previous life!
Especially Gu Wuyou, as one of the few alchemists, he admired the master of Yaowang Valley very much before he met Ye Qingran. In his mind, the master of Yaowang Valley was the strongest in the world.
Great alchemist!
His biggest dream was to be mentored by the Master of the Yaowang Valley. Unexpectedly, not only did his dream come true, the Master of the Yaowang Valley was also the teacher Ye of Renxu Class 108!
From the Alchemy Emperor to the Valley Master of the Dan Valley, and then to the Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley, she almost occupies the pinnacle status of any alchemy world in Xuanmiao Continent.
In the future, if she told him that the leader of the Ziji Dan Sect in the West Extreme Holy Land was her disciple, he would definitely not even blink an eye!
Seeing that Ye Qingran wanted to make alchemy on the spot, the people in Wuji Palace sneered.
They did not think that Ye Qingran could refine an antidote to the plague in a short period of time!
Ye Qingran was focused on nothing. Even though the antidote she was about to refine was very ordinary to her, she was such a person. She took everything seriously. Maybe that's why she had such a high reputation.
One of the wishes for achievement, right?
Not long after, Ye Qingran had finished refining the elixir. She poured out hundreds of elixirs at will and placed them in the large basin that Zhuang Xian had prepared in advance.
Pots full of elixirs were piled into a hill, each one the size of an egg.
Are these the antidotes refined by Ye Qingran to deal with the plague?
A pair of eyes looked at those pills, with excitement in their eyes.
"Ye Qingran, just these pills, not to mention so many people in Xiliang City, even these people present are not enough, right?"
The lip-ringed saint mocked.
"Did you know that villains die from talking too much?"
After Ye Qingran finished speaking, he looked at Xiaochen, or to be precise, he looked at the green caterpillar on Xiaochen's shoulder.