Chapter 872: The Villain Dies From Talking Too Much

Green clouds gathered from all sides, a fierce wind rose, and soon the green smoke filled the entire Donglin Emperor's Imperial Palace.

The pungent smell was everywhere, making people unable to help but cough violently.

"Cough cough cough, my eyes are about to go blind!"

"Me too! And my throat..."

"I can't breathe anymore! Who will come save me?"

As the people of Wuji Hall said, this plague is highly contagious; not long after, those who inhaled the green smoke began to develop red bumps all over their bodies, extremely itchy. Many scratched themselves raw, unknowingly tearing their skin and causing it to bleed.

Breathing became heavy, eyes started to turn red, strength rapidly drained, and many collapsed on the ground, wailing.

In contrast, the people of Wuji Hall remained calm, standing in the green smoke without any trouble.

"Ye Qingran, you see, right? We didn't lie to you—we've all taken the antidote, so the plague has no effect on us. You're different; look at them, each suffering so much. If they don't get the antidote within a month, they'll all rot away and die."

"Is that so? Look at me—I'm perfectly fine."

Ye Qingran said with a smile.

Upon seeing this, the people of Wuji Hall confirmed that Ye Qingran was indeed unharmed.

"Hmph, that only shows your strength is high enough, but others aren't the same—can you bear to leave them to die?"

Ye Qingran solemnly nodded, "Of course I can't bear to."

The people of Wuji Hall all showed contemptuous smiles; in the end, Ye Qingran still demanded they...

The Nose Ring Holy Son snorted coldly, "If so, then why don't you release our Wuji Hall's Holy Maiden?"

Ye Qingran chuckled, "Why should I release Luo Qingcheng?"

The Nose Ring Holy Son frowned, "What, Ye Qingran, you don't want to save them? I'm giving you one last chance—if you don't cherish it, don't blame us for turning ruthless."

"I'll save the people myself; no need for you to worry."

The Nose Ring Holy Son and the Lip Ring Holy Son exchanged a glance, both seeing contempt for Ye Qingran in each other's eyes, "We'll just wait to see how you plan to save them."

The Holy Lord said that the antidote for this plague is only in the hands of Wuji Hall; even if the Medicine King Gu Gu Master personally came, they absolutely could not develop an antidote in such a short time.

As for Ye Qingran, this action is undoubtedly an act of overreaching.

Ye Qingran looked toward a certain spot in the crowd, "Zhuang Xian, get the medicine."

"Yes!"

Everyone looked at Ye Qingran, then at Zhuang Xian, puzzled as to why Zhuang Xian would obey Ye Qingran's orders.

After all, Zhuang Xian is the manager of the Medicine King Pavilion!

The Medicine King Pavilion is a power of the Yaowang Valley; in other words, Zhuang Xian is a person of the Yaowang Valley.

Zhuang Xian gave a mysterious smile, did not immediately reveal Ye Qingran's identity, and instead turned to go fetch medicine from the Medicine King Pavilion.

Zhuang Xian's reaction, seen by Xia Zhimeng and others, made them seem to understand something.

Xia Zhimeng stared at Han Xing Leng Yue and the others, "Sister Xing Er, could it be what I'm thinking?"

Han Xing smiled faintly, not keeping them in suspense: "Exactly what you thought."

Xia Zhimeng's legs went weak; if not for Ling Shaoyang standing beside her, she would have collapsed.

"Be careful!"

Ling Shaoyang, taking into account Zhuang Xian's behavior, recalled how his grandfather had inexplicably and firmly insisted that he become Ye Qingran's disciple.

"Could it be...?"

His eyes flickered, and he had already realized something.

"Ye Qingran, I'd like to see what medicine you've got in your gourd!"

Soon, Zhuang Xian returned with the medicine, presenting what he had fetched.

"Valley Master, the medicine has been brought!"

"Valley Master?"

Everyone did not miss Zhuang Xian's address.

Zhuang Xian is a person of the Yaowang Valley, addressing Ye Qingran as Valley Master, which means...

Hong Wu widened her eyes, "My goodness, could it be that our Instructor Ye is not only the Valley Master of Dan Valley but also the Valley Master of that mysterious Yaowang Valley?!"

Hong Wu's voice was loud, so many people heard it.

"Medicine King Gu Gu Master?"

"Ye Qingran?"

For a moment, even those tormented by the plague, writhing in pain, temporarily forgot their suffering.

"Ye Qingran is the Medicine King Gu Gu Master?!"

Upon hearing this news, the faces of the Wuji Hall people all changed.

No matter how they thought about it, they never expected that the Medicine King Gu Gu Master, whom even the top powers of the Peak of Contending for Deer and Wuji Hall could not find, would actually be Ye Qingran!

"So what if she's the Medicine King Gu Gu Master? The Holy Lord said that even the Medicine King Gu Gu Master might not be able to produce an antidote for the plague! Moreover, everyone in Xiliang City has been infected with the plague—I just don't believe Ye Qingran can develop an antidote in such a short month!"

The Nose Ring Holy Son gritted his teeth and said,

Ye Qingran counted the medicine Zhuang Xian had brought.

Just now, when she asked the Holy Son of Wuji Hall to examine the plague, she realized this plague is similar to the bubonic plague that ravaged Europe in her previous life, except this plague has been upgraded and transformed, but the essence remains the same. She almost instantly thought of the antidote.

Ye Qingran took out the alchemical cauldron and began to concoct pills on the spot.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on her without blinking.

Before, they hadn't thought much of it, but now that they knew she was the Valley Master of the Yaowang Valley, they still found it unrealistic—especially knowing that the Medicine King Gu Gu Master would personally concoct pills before their eyes, which felt utterly unbelievable.

"I never imagined I'd get to witness the Medicine King Gu Gu Master concocting pills in my lifetime!"

"Before this, who could have imagined that the supremely mysterious Medicine King Gu Gu Master would actually be Ye Qingran!"

"I feel that even if I die in this plague, I would have no regrets!"

Hong Wu and the others grew more and more excited, each one more excited than the last, and they admired Ye Qingran ever more; she always could give them surprises, and to be able to become her student was truly a blessing cultivated in a past life!

Especially Gu Wuyou, being one of the few alchemists, even before meeting Ye Qingran he had greatly admired the Medicine King Gu Gu Master; in his mind, the Medicine King Gu Gu Master was the strongest alchemist in the world!

His greatest wish was to receive guidance from the Medicine King Gu Gu Master; he never expected that his wish would not only come true, but that this Medicine King Gu Gu Master was also their Renxu 108 Class's Instructor Ye!

From Pill Emperor to Valley Master of Dan Valley, and then to Valley Master of Yaowang Valley, she almost occupied every peak identity in the alchemist world of the Xuanmiao Continent.

If you were to tell him later that the sect master of the Purple Extreme Pill Sect in the Xi Ji Shengyu is her disciple, he would definitely not even blink an eye!

Seeing Ye Qingran about to concoct pills on the spot, the people of Wuji Hall all snorted in disdain.

They did not believe that Ye Qingran could, in such a short time, concoct an antidote for the plague!

Ye Qingran was single‑minded; even though the antidote she was about to concoct was very ordinary and commonplace for her, she is just such a person—she approaches any matter with a serious and earnest attitude; perhaps this is one of the reasons she is willing to achieve such high accomplishments.

Not long after, Ye Qingran had finished concocting pills; over a hundred pills were casually poured out by her and placed in the large basin that Zhuang Xian had prepared beforehand.

The basin was full of pills, piled up like a small hill, each pill the size of a chicken egg.

Are these the antidotes for the plague that Ye Qingran has concocted?

Pairs of eyes stared at those pills, excitement flickering in their depths.

"Ye Qingran, with just these pills, not to mention the many citizens of Xiliang, even the people present here aren't enough to share them, are they?"

The lip‑ringed Holy Son sneered.

"Do you know that villains die from talking too much?"

Having said that, Ye Qingran turned her gaze to Xiao Chen, or more precisely, to the green caterpillar on Xiao Chen's shoulder.