The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 1384 - 713: Immortal Cave (2)

"Humph!" he thought, "Although quite honest, I’m smart, and that’s a good thing. If he doesn’t use that Reverse Blood Corpse Refining pill, then it doesn’t matter. But if he uses it, then I’ll be able to command his refined corpse!" Yan Xiaobao felt very proud of himself. With just a light press, he turned the Bloodline Master of Corpse Peak into ashes. Raising his chin, he looked at the crowd. As his gaze swept over them, cultivators from the other three peaks all trembled and retreated quickly, clasping their hands in respect to him.

Now, everyone was fearful of Nightcrypt. His alchemical techniques had long gone beyond the realm of divine capabilities. He could even eliminate enemies without touching them.

"Ai Ya. Wherever they go, distinguished individuals are always the center of attention. Even though he felt very proud of himself and sighed inwardly, he suddenly found himself looking into Song Junwan’s eyes. The sneer on her face made his spine chill.

"Um... hey, Big Sis Song...."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, back to calling me Big Sis, huh?"

She sneezed coldly and turned to head back to Middle Peak. Everyone exchanging awkward glances in the area then started to leave.

Soon, Yan Xiaobao was left alone hovering in the air. He began to worry. Song Junwan clearly intended to make him see her expression, and suddenly, he wondered what new strategy she might employ while tormenting him. He sighed.

But now, he had no choice but to return to Middle Peak. He did his best to sneak into his Immortal Cave, sitting silently, anxious and uneasy.

"What should I do...? This Song Junwan really holds grudges! All I did was leave the mountain a bit, right...?" He rubbed his forehead, continuing to try to think of ways to get along with her. Over the next few days, he kept pondering the matter.

The hallucination-induced situation quickly spread to Corpse Peak but ended swiftly. As the cultivators there recovered, they looked around in confusion. Then they started recalling what happened, and soon, angry shouts rang out.

"Nightcrypt! Our hatred is irreconcilable!"

"ARRGGHH! Nightcrypt! I will kill you!!"

The fury of the Bloody Elders was particularly intense, and they all went directly into serene meditation. As for the Elder, once he recovered, he lowered his head, letting out a painful moan. From that day on, no one dared to mention the word "eagle" in front of him. He also chose secluded meditation.

But even more extreme situations arose. For instance, a young man had always believed himself to be a corpse and tried to perfect himself. Upon waking up, he let out harrowing screams that echoed in the distance.

Many of them wanted to kill Nightcrypt, but no one dared to go to Middle Peak. All they could do was gnash their teeth in rage. Of course, meanwhile, Nightcrypt’s nickname "Plaguedevil" dominated throughout the sect.

Eventually, the word of plagues spread worldwide.

As Yan Xiaobao stirred things up, he was actually touched. Although his impression of the cultivators in the Blood Flow Sect only deepened in terms of their violence and irritable tempers, he was also deeply grateful for the leadership’s good treatment of him. Whenever he caused big problems, he never had to handle any consequences.

As for Song Junwan, he finally came up with an idea of how to treat her.

"The only choice is to give her a gift...." he sighed. After careful consideration, he began concocting some medicine. A few days later, he made a green pill, placing it into a pink pill bottle. Then he left his Immortal Cave, nervously heading towards the summit.

Along the way, all the Middle Cultivators of Middle Peak he encountered would greet him respectfully. However, he completely ignored them during his advance.

Of course, the colder his treatment of them, the more things seemed to return to normal in their eyes. If he turned and smiled at them, their hair would stand on end from fear.

Soon, Yan Xiaobao was in Song Junwan’s Blood Pond. After traversing the path to the area behind the Blood Waterfall, he clasped his hands in a bow.

"Nightcrypt requests an audience with Big Sis Song."

The four guards standing outside the door exchanged glances, then one walked inside to report the situation. Another hurried to tend to Yan Xiaobao. Up to this point, there were various rumors in the sect about the exact nature of Nightcrypt’s relationship with Song Junwan. But no one wanted to offend Nightcrypt and stand on the disadvantaged side. The four guards standing outside the door exchanged glances, then one walked inside to report the situation. Another hurried to tend to Yan Xiaobao. Up to this point, there were various rumors in the sect about the exact nature of Nightcrypt’s relationship with Song Junwan. But no one wanted to offend Nightcrypt and stand on the disadvantaged side.

Yan Xiaobao waited for two hours, during which his internal anger and anxiety began to accumulate. That evening, Song Junwan finally agreed to let him in. The door opened slowly, and Yan Xiaobao strode inside, trying to appear cold and full of steel veins.

Once inside, he glanced at the large hot spring, but Song Junwan was not in it. Instead, she sat behind a desk in the adjacent hall, staring at Yan Xiaobao with no expression. Clearly, she was still angry.

"Didn’t you say you would never come back?" she calmly asked. "But here you are, back again. She wore a long violet gown, her long hair coiled atop her head, adorned with a Phoenix hairpin. Her attire was embroidered with black designs, making her look especially solemn. However, tiny water droplets were visible on her pearl-like neck, indicating she had just taken a bath. Overall, anyone looking at her would find it difficult to avoid embellishing her beauty on the spot.

Yan Xiaobao blinked, then puffed up his chest and waved his sleeve. His expression was cold, and he frowned, saying, "Enough!"

Song Junwan’s eyes widened. She never expected Nightcrypt to speak to her in such a tone. She smacked the arm of her chair, trembling with anger. Yet, this only made her look more captivating.

She seemed on the verge of explosion. Her eyes were icy, and just as she was about to start cursing him, Yan Xiaobao snorted coldly and swung his right arm, sending a pill bottle flying towards her.

Her anger did not abate. She sneered, waved her hand, shattering the pill bottle and sending the pill flying.

As the pill landed on the ground and rolled aside, Yan Xiaobao calmly watched her. Slowly, his eyes seemed to diminish in self-worth.

"I, Nightcrypt, returned for one reason, and that is to give you this pill bottle. I am completely impoverished. All the medicinal herbs the Clan Leader gave me were put into the pills I concocted for the sect. Hence, I had no choice but to go to Corpse Peak to concoct medicine for Winklefield. Only then was I able to gather enough medicinal herbs to make this single pill. I concocted a special spiritual medicine with the sole purpose of giving it to someone special!

"The medicine is out, so I excuse myself. From now on, you are the Elder, and I am Nightcrypt!" His voice seemed pained and filled with anguish, as if the shattered pill bottle reflected his inner state, and the fallen pill transformed his favor into ashes.

He clasped his hands tightly, bowed deeply, then turned around and strode towards the door, appearing completely alone.

Song Junwan looked on in shock. She thought Nightcrypt would become endearing. In fact, the reason she left him waiting outside for so long, besides ensuring he had time to bathe and dress, was to make sure he acknowledged the forefather’s opinion of him mattered not. On Middle Peak, she was the Great Elder, not someone boldly defied.

However, to her surprise, he began mocking her. Given her pride and noble status, she could not help but be incensed. When he threw the pill bottle to her, that fury exploded, and she destroyed the bottle. Of course, she noticed the pill rolling to the side. But how could she predict the next set of words from his mouth?

Song Junwan looked down at the pill, then watched Yan Xiaobao weakly walk out the door. For some reason, her heart suddenly seemed empty, a feeling she had never experienced before.

"Wait a minute!" she blurted out.

Yan Xiaobao stopped in his tracks, then turned around, calmly clasping his hands in a composed manner.

"Do you have orders for me, Great Elder?" His phrasing was courteous, without a hint of warmth or emotion. His expression was cold and detached, almost as if he had severed and buried the memory deep within his heart. More tellingly, he addressed her as "Great Elder" rather than "Big Sis Song."

"You..." Her face turned pale, and for some reason, her heart seemed completely stirred.

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