Chapter 240

The fourth day of entering the Ancient Sect Ruins of the Sword Sea.

"Boom—"

In the dense forest, a "small ruin" weathered into powder.

Ye Hongxue and nine disciples from the fourteen sects, who had tree seedlings growing out of their heads, immediately found the gray medicinal liquid among the spoils and tremblingly divided it to consume.

However, one bottle was simply not enough for ten people to share, so they had to divide it into specific amounts for each person.

When it came to the third person, they glanced at the remaining disciples from other sects, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in Ye Hongxue's eyes.

It had been four days; the gray medicinal liquid was becoming harder and harder to find, and every day they had to be tortured by the "tender buds on their heads" three times. No matter how high their cultivation realm or how good their techniques were, they could not avoid it.

This was enough to wear away anyone's kindness and conscience.

If a man does not look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him!

The blood-red knife had already been slowly drawn out by three inches.

The other sect disciples around who were begging for the gray medicinal liquid had already sensed the murderous intent, and their eyes could not help but turn blood-red, preparing to make a desperate final strike.

"Selling medicine, selling medicine!"

At this moment, a crisp shout suddenly came from not far away.

Ye Hongxue and the group were stunned for a moment and looked over one after another.

They saw a person wearing a conical bamboo hat and a cat-face mask standing at a distance that was neither too near nor too far, holding two bottles of "incredibly precious" gray medicinal liquid in their hands. They opened the bottle caps, releasing the unique scent of the liquid, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"How are you selling it? What should we use to buy it?"

The patience, shrewdness, and caution of the disciples from various sects had all been worn away, and since they lacked the ability to rob, they had to ask.

The man in the bamboo hat took out a "knife coin" and smiled: "Ten for one bottle!"

The group immediately started rummaging, and even Ye Hongxue began searching their storage bag.

Subsequently, the group took out a total of thirty-one knife coins and solemnly handed them to a Condensing Qi Realm disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

That Spirit Sword Sect disciple stepped forward.

Both sides exchanged money and goods, and then the cat-faced man disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh," moving with incredible speed.

Ye Hongxue put away the magic treasure in their arms and sighed: "A bit too late!"

Immediately, the three bottles of medicinal liquid became a hot commodity, and the group began to argue fiercely.

……

The sixth day of entering the Ancient Sect Ruins of the Sword Sea.

The dense forest had already been explored for a radius of one or two thousand li by the disciples of the major sects, and most of the major sect disciples had also found some fellow sect members.

But many people discovered that there was no such thing as a super sect ruin; there was only a continuous, endless dense forest.

In the dense forest, there were only small ruins of a group of ancient immortal worshippers, and in these small ruins, only that kind of gray medicinal liquid was the most precious, because it could cure the strange "tender bud grass poison" in the air.

Every time the tender bud grass disappeared, everyone's cultivation would improve a little.

It was truly painful yet happy.

It was just that the further they went, the harder it was to find "small ruins," and if they couldn't find ruins, people would naturally die.

In six days, at least dozens of people had died from the tender buds on their heads, being used alive as nutrients.

In order to survive, everyone began to scheme against each other, calculate against others, and even went to war to seize the gray medicinal liquid.

For a time, there was fighting and looting everywhere.

The grace of the major sect disciples had vanished completely.

However, what made everyone not feel too desperate was that every time at a critical moment, there was always a mysterious cat-faced man in a bamboo hat coming to sell gray medicinal liquid.

And the supply was very sufficient.

No one knew who this cat-faced man was or which sect they came from; it seemed they were not with anyone.

Ye Hongxue frowned and said: "The meaning is not hard to understand, but I always feel something is strange."

However, this person only accepted knife coins.

Thus, "knife coin ancient money" became the second most precious item after the gray medicinal liquid.

……

The ninth day of entering the Sword Sea Ruins.

The gray medicinal liquid was basically impossible to find, and the frequency of the cat-faced man's appearance had also decreased; it seemed their stock of medicinal liquid was running low.

In the dense forest, more than a hundred disciples from various sects had already died, some poisoned by the tender buds, others killed during conflicts.

It was also at this time that the disciples of the major sects figured out the size of the dense forest—

One thousand six hundred li square!

Outside the dense forest, the four directions of southeast, northwest, and south were all endless cliffs, and beneath the cliffs, the evil wind was thick, like a bone-scraping steel knife; even those in the Primordial Dan Realm could not fly through the air to reach another mountain peak.

Thus, the disciples of the various sects had to hurry back.

When they gathered together, the disciples of the various sects discovered a strange and terrifying fact—

The disciples of the various sects added up to only about two hundred people; even counting the more than one hundred who died, it was only about three hundred people.

And the disciples of the fourteen sects who entered were a full three thousand and seventy!

That is to say, the vast majority of people were not in this dense forest.

The wind was a bit strong, blowing through the four sides of the dense forest with a wailing sound.

More than two hundred people put down the hatred of the past few days of fighting, sat on the ground, and their morale was at its lowest point.

Niu Wanli and Liu Yu of the Tianyuan Sect, Shen Qiong of the Luoxia Valley, Ye Hongxue of the Divine Blade Palace, Yu Qiuyi of the Great Expansion Sect, the nun Yuanyao of Lingtai Mountain, Du Qiyue of the Spirit Sword Sect, and other experts on the Earth Ranking of various sects sat in the middle.

"When we came in, I was very sure that all three thousand and seventy people from the fourteen sects entered, because our Spirit Sword Sect was the last to enter the portal, and I was the last person from the Spirit Sword Sect!" Du Qiyue leaned on their magic sword, their face looking very pale because they hadn't taken enough gray medicinal liquid.

Yu Qiuyi had a pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes and a beautiful face, just like a beauty by the autumn water, but at this time they were exhausted: "When we entered, the disciples of the various sects were scattered by a mysterious force. Only about three hundred of us appeared in this forest; the other two thousand plus people are not here!"

"Correct!" Ye Hongxue changed their posture, "Where those people went, let's not mention it for now. Just talk about this forest; there is no such thing as a super sect ruin, and there isn't even a single treasure."

"Moreover, spiritual sense is suppressed, jade slip transmissions are suppressed, and the evil winds on the surrounding cliffs are so cold that one cannot fly. We also have to suffer the poison of the tender buds on our heads!"

The nun Yuanyao said: "The poison of the tender buds seems to have started after the rain on the first day we entered. This tender bud poison can quickly parasitize the human body and grow, absorbing our spiritual power, blood, and essence, but if we have that bottle of gray medicinal liquid to detoxify, that bottle of liquid will disappear and feed back to us."

"I'm not afraid of you fellow brothers and sisters laughing, but in these days, this little nun has increased her cultivation by at least ten years!"

"This might be the only fate opportunity!" Liu Yu smiled bitterly: "It's just that the price is unbearable, and those small ruins of the ancient immortal worshippers' former residences are already gone!"

Ye Hongxue sighed: "That is to say, we currently only have two paths to take: one, wait for death; two, go back!"

Du Qiyue shook their head and laughed: "It seems we can only go back. I really don't know why we came!"

"We can't go back!" Niu Wanli, who had been silent, said with a smile: "I just checked, the portal we came through is gone!"

The surroundings became deathly silent, and everyone looked over.

Ye Hongxue's breathing was heavy, and they jumped up suddenly and said: "Niu the Fool, be serious!"

Niu Wanli was still smiling: "You calling me by my nickname won't change the fact that the portal has disappeared!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Hongxue, Du Qiyue, and Liu Yu had already dashed out at the same time.

A moment later, the three returned, their faces waxen white.

"How is it?" The disciples of the various sects gathered around one after another.

Ye Hongxue shook their head: "It's gone!"

The surroundings became quiet again.

The atmosphere became extremely oppressive; the retreat was gone!

Ye Hongxue sat to the side carelessly: "Fine! Now there is only one path left: wait for death!"

"Not necessarily!" Yu Qiuyi said suddenly.

"That's right!" Niu Wanli folded their hands in their sleeves, "Besides waiting for death, maybe we still have a way!"

(End of this chapter)