allonlinenovel Chapter 316 Poison
Chapter 316 Poison
The two looked at the dead ice python and breathed a long sigh of relief. Dongfang Wan'er didn't dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly stepped forward to pick the Snow Spirit Grass. She carefully held the Snow Spirit Grass in her hands, as if she were holding the whole world in her hands.
However, fate seemed determined not to let them off so easily. Before they could even leave the ice cave, another wave of danger descended. The ice cave began to shake violently, initially just a slight tremor, like the earth groaning softly, but it quickly escalated into a cataclysmic upheaval. Blocks of ice fell from all around, making a deafening crackling sound, like a torrential downpour of ice. "Oh no, it might collapse!" Lu Muchuan exclaimed, his face turning deathly pale.
Fear filled their hearts, but the will to survive drove them relentlessly. They ran desperately towards the exit, the ice beneath their feet becoming jagged and uneven from the tremors, nearly causing them to fall several times. Ice blocks and pebbles surged behind them like a raging flood, the sound like the roar of death, growing closer and louder. Their breathing was rapid and heavy; every step felt like a race against death.
Just as they were about to be submerged, the exit of the ice cave finally appeared before their eyes. It was a ray of hope, and with their last bit of strength, they shot out of the ice cave like arrows released from a bow.
They dared not linger. Carrying the Snow Spirit Grass, the two hurried back to where Ye Jiuchen was. Along the way, howling winds whipped at their exhausted bodies, but they held only one belief in their hearts: to save Ye Jiuchen.
Finally back at their destination, Dongfang Wan'er immediately used Snow Spirit Grass to detoxify Ye Jiuchen. Her hands moved skillfully and gently, brewing the Snow Spirit Grass into a medicinal broth, which she slowly fed to Ye Jiuchen. Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling incredibly long. Gradually, Ye Jiuchen's complexion began to improve; his previously paper-white face regained a touch of color. His breathing also became steady, no longer as weak as before. Finally, Ye Jiuchen was out of danger.
Having survived this ordeal, the bond between the three became even stronger and more unbreakable, like steel tempered in a fire. They knew that the road ahead was still full of unknowns and challenges, but as long as they stood shoulder to shoulder, nothing could stop them from moving forward. Therefore, they resolutely decided to face all the challenges of the future together, never abandoning each other no matter how fierce the storm.
Time flowed by like a gentle stream, calm and soothing for some time. One day, the morning sun shone softly through the thin clouds into the courtyard where Dongfang Wan'er lived. As usual, she carefully arranged medicinal herbs in the room filled with the fragrance of herbs, her fingertips gently tracing the dry and textured herbs, her expression focused and serene.
Suddenly, a commotion, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, shattered the tranquility. Dongfang Wan'er frowned slightly, put down the herbs in her hand, and moved gracefully towards the sound. She saw a group of haggard villagers gathered outside. Their faces were pale, filled with pain, and their bodies were covered with terrifying red spots, like the marks of a hideous demon, spreading rampantly across their skin—a horrifying sight.
Hearing the commotion, Lu Muchuan and Ye Jiuchen rushed over. Both of them had solemn expressions and immediately joined in examining the patient's condition. They took the pulse and examined the red spots, but as time passed, their expressions grew increasingly grave, because conventional treatments were utterly ineffective against this strange disease, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Dongfang Wan'er frowned, racking her brains for a solution. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her. She seemed to recall glimpsing a similar ailment recorded in a long-forgotten ancient book. The pages of the book were yellowed, and the writing was blurred. She painstakingly recalled the details and finally determined that the treatment required an extremely rare mineral. This mineral was found in remote, inaccessible places and was extremely difficult to mine, requiring overcoming numerous obstacles to obtain.
Driven by their desire to save lives, the three men didn't hesitate and immediately set off on their quest to find the ore. Shouldering their packs and wielding sharp blades, they set off towards the rising sun. Along the way, they traversed mountains and valleys, the paths rugged and treacherous, overgrown with thorns that tore at their clothes; thick, dense mountain fog acted as a barrier, making it difficult to discern directions; howling winds cut like knives across their faces, and icy rain soaked into their collars, stealing warmth from their bodies. But they never wavered, their hearts filled with the unwavering belief in healing and saving lives, a belief that shone like a beacon, illuminating their path forward.
After overcoming countless hardships, they finally entered the mysterious and secluded mountain forest. Ancient trees towered around them, their dense foliage almost completely obscuring the sky, making the forest dim and gloomy. They proceeded cautiously, not overlooking any corner that might conceal minerals. Finally, before a hidden cave, Dongfang Wan'er, guided by her keen intuition, sensed that this might be the place they had been searching for.
However, a guardian beast dwelled within the cave. This enormous beast, with eyes like copper bells, gleamed with ferocity and lunged at them, baring its fangs and claws. The three quickly assumed fighting stances. Lu Muchuan, wielding a longsword, moved with agility and unparalleled skill, each strike whistling through the air as he aimed directly at the beast's vitals. Ye Jiuchen moved with ghostly grace, his dagger flashing coldly as he nimbly weaved around the beast, searching for an opening. Dongfang Wan'er, though not skilled in martial arts, used pebbles and branches to distract the beast, creating opportunities for her companions. The three worked in perfect harmony, engaging in a thrilling and arduous battle with the guardian beast.
Dust billowed in the cave, mingling with shouts and screams. In the fierce battle, the three men sustained wounds, but they gritted their teeth and fought on tenaciously. Finally, the guardian beast, exhausted, collapsed. Before they could even catch their breath, they found the coveted ore deep within the cave. The ore emitted a faint, mysterious light, like a beacon of hope bestowed upon them by heaven to save the villagers.
Carrying the ore, they returned to the village without stopping. Ignoring the fatigue of the journey, Dongfang Wan'er immediately devoted herself to preparing the potion. Her eyes were focused and determined, the weight in her hand precisely measuring each ingredient, carefully adding the ore powder, and then slowly simmering it over a low flame. The potion bubbled and churned in the pot, emitting a rich, bitter aroma—the rising smoke of hope for life.
After the villagers took the medicine, a miraculous thing happened. The red spots on their bodies gradually faded, their painful expressions were replaced by a soothing tranquility, and their conditions gradually improved. This life-or-death struggle ended in victory for the three.