Chapter Sixteen: Dragon Snake Orchid

  Ling Wushuang looked in the direction of the sound, his eyes slightly surprised. Fourth Uncle? It should be Ling Moqiu. More than a decade ago, Ling Moqiu's dantian was crippled and he had been drifting outside for many years, trying to find a cure.

  "Fourth Uncle, you're back." Ling Wu Shuang smiled and nodded at the man in front of her.

  When he was young, Ling Moqiu loved and spoiled Ling Wushuang dearly. However, after so many things happened, Ling Moqiu became self-abandoned and depressed, and the emotions between uncle and nephew gradually drifted apart.

  "It's really true that a girl changes completely after turning 18, Fourth Uncle almost can't recognize you." Ling Moqiu walked slowly to Ling Wushuang's side, patted her shoulder with his hand, and spoke with affection and emotion, "I didn't expect that more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."

  "Yes." Ling Wu Shuang hooked his lips into a slight smile, stretched out his hand, and swiftly grasped Ling Mo Qiu's wrist. Two fingers pressed down on his pulse, and a thread of internal energy flowed in through the meridians.

  "Fourth Uncle's meridians are intact and undamaged."

  Seeing Ling Wu Shuang's actions, Ling Mo Qiu was somewhat astonished, and before he could react, he heard this sentence.

  "Is Wú Shuāng's medical skills unmatched?" Líng Mò Qiū was slightly surprised, then self-mockingly said: "Yes, Wú Shuāng is right. Fourth Uncle's meridians are intact, but he can't gather his spiritual energy again. This is indeed strange, what's the difference between this and being crippled? It's better to be completely crippled, that way I can let go of this notion."

  Ling Mo's words were rarely casual, and in the end, he couldn't help but mock himself, perhaps knowing that there was no hope, so he just let it all go.

  "If I say, Fourth Uncle still has a way out?"

  Boom!

  Ling Wushuang's words were light and casual, even with a hint of playfulness, but to Ling Moqiu, they were no less than a thunderclap on a clear day, causing his mind to explode in an instant, leaving him dazed and confused.

  "What did you just say?!" Ling Moqiu snapped back to reality, his eyes wide with excitement, and under the impulse of the moment, he reached out and grasped Ling Wudao's hand, "You...you're saying my dantian can still be saved?"

  Even without his spiritual power, Ling Mo's strength was considerable in his anxious state, and he instantly grabbed Ling Wu's wrist red.

  Ling Wu's eyebrows furrowed in pain, and Ling Moqiu quickly let go of his hand, worriedly saying: "Didn't hurt you, did he? Fourth Uncle was really too excited, lost control of himself for a moment."

  Years have passed and he still hasn't found a way, thinking that this life would just pass by in a daze. Suddenly hearing these words, how could he not be excited? However, he doesn't understand No Pair's situation yet. These words are probably just teasing him.

  Thinking of this, Ling Moqiu couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He must have gone mad to have such a hallucination.

  Ling Wushuang didn't mind, smiled slightly and said with certainty: "Fourth Uncle's body can indeed be cured. Your dantian is not damaged, you just suffered from severe poisoning. As long as the poison is expelled, you will naturally recover."

  "I know it's extremely toxic" Ling Moqiu sighed softly, somewhat helplessly. "All these years, for this poison, Fourth Uncle has already spent countless elixirs and spiritual treasures, yet still can't find a solution."

  Ling Mo's words fell flat, and he felt a sense of despair in his heart.

  "Fourth Uncle, trust me, I have a way to remove the poison from your body," Ling Wu said with certainty. "However, I still need some time, and for now, I don't have anything on hand to antidote it."

  Upon hearing the previous sentence, Ling Moqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, but upon hearing the next sentence, he felt a hint of worry in his heart. This thing that was needed, probably wasn't something ordinary, right? If it was for him, and Wu Shuang were to suffer any more harm, then even if he died, he would have no face to meet Third Brother.

  Ling Moqiu spoke up, "Wu Shuang, don't take it to heart, just do your best. This child, Fourth Uncle never had much hope for him anyway, so many years have passed and there's no need to rush."

  "Fourth Uncle, believe me." Feeling the concern in Ling Moqiu's words, Ling Wushuang became even more determined to cure him. This bit of poison wouldn't be able to hold her back.

  "Good——"

  Ling Moqiu patted Ling Wushuang's shoulder, and the uncle and nephew looked at each other with a smile.

  On the second day, at dawn, Ling Wu Shuang opened her eyes, propped herself up with both hands, and sprang out of bed. She was wearing a tight-fitting white outfit, her hair tied in a ponytail, and carried a medicine basket in one hand. She jumped over the wall and headed straight towards the direction of Luoshen Forest.

  To cure Ling Moqiu, ordinary methods are indeed ineffective, but that doesn't mean she can be difficult to treat. The Purple Bamboo Divine Needle can unblock the body's meridians, and when combined with the Three-Petaled Lotus, Wu Xin Cao, and other detoxifying sacred elixirs, it will take no more than a month to fully cure her!

  Herbs can be collected slowly, but to make materials for the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle, the Purple Cloud Divine Bamboo can only be found in places like the Forest of Sunset, where one has to rely on luck.

  One night of heavy rain, washing the mountains and rivers, hundreds of miles outside the capital city, the forest of sunset, the mysterious bird soaring, clouds and mist swirling, spiritual energy overflowing, mountain peaks embroidered with brocade, a wonderful place that nurtures the treasures of heaven and earth. But in the four countries under the sky, no one does not know that the Forest of Sunset is also a place of great danger.

  A white figure, like a spirit monkey, darted through the dense forest, coming and going freely.

  The sun sets in the west, colorful clouds fill the sky

  The thick tree trunk trembled slightly, and a pair of pure white long boots fell on it. Ling Wu Shuang took one step down without stopping, her legs slightly bent, gathering strength for a leap. In the blink of an eye, her petite body flipped over to another tree trunk. Under the tree, a majestic six-stage green wolf with sharp teeth snarled, pacing back and forth, but was helpless.

  "The forest of the setting sun indeed has many spiritual treasures." With a flip, Ling Wu Xiang landed on the ground and squatted down, stretching his hand into the gap at the bottom of the ancient tree with twisted roots, feeling around left and right, and took out a lingzhi mushroom.

  Resembling rotten wood, the entire body is glossy black, with dark clouds and black whiskers.

  This was still in the surrounding area, although no purple cloud divine bamboo was seen, but the unintentional grass, thousand-year-old lingzhi, and fallen leaves flowers were all harvested. On the way, some ferocious mysterious beasts were also encountered, including a seventh-order great earth bear, however, they all ended up as mysterious beast crystal nuclei in Ling Wu's hands.

  "Softly, softly..."

  The surrounding shrubs were trembling and quivering, and the dense grass was pressed out of a large path by a long, giant object, several meters long and over one meter wide.

  "Softly, softly..."

  Ling Wushuang put away the dark cloud and black pearl, shifted his body to one side, held his breath, and hid behind a tree. The sound of a giant snake spitting out its snake letter was heard, judging from the movement, it should be a high-ranking snake-type Xuan beast, the rustling sound almost brushed past his side.

  As night fell, Ling Wusuo had wanted to turn around and leave, but his footsteps paused, and he followed the trail again, quietly and stealthily like a wild cat.

  A moment later, the sound of gurgling water came from beside her ear, and the rustling of bushes gradually subsided. Ling Wushuang raised her eyes to glance at the ancient tree wrapped in vines beside her, turned over and climbed up, brushing aside the branches in front of her eyes. With the help of the hazy moonlight, she finally saw clearly what had been following her all along. Even someone as bold as Ling Wushuang couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

  A gigantic snake, over 6 meters long, with a dark red body and intricate scales as big as a palm, had two sharp horns on its head. The snake's dark red scales stood on end as it coiled around the huge rocks and rotten trees by the stream, making a hissing sound. A meter-long forked tongue darted in and out, dripping with venom, causing any plants that came into contact with it to wither and die.

  The nine-tiered poisonous dragon is the closest existence to the sacred domain of the mysterious beast.

  Ling Wushuang's eyes darted back and forth rapidly, and after a moment, her eyes sparkled. Her breathing couldn't help but quicken, just as she had expected!

  Only a short distance away, the poisonous dragon was coiled, and several stalks of red grass grew tremulously, as thick as fingers, blood-red like carnelian, crystal clear under the clear light. Each stem had a small flower on top, fresh red and dripping with beauty.

  As expected, there is Longshe Orchid, a spiritual herb that can only be born in places where snake-like mysterious beasts appear. A drop of its flower juice is worth ten thousand gold coins and is a treasure for detoxification and alchemy. Ling Moqiu's poison is so severe that it doesn't need other spiritual herbs to cure, just one drop of Longshe Orchid flower juice will do. The preciousness of Longshe Orchid can be seen from this.

  Ling Wushuang's breathing couldn't help but tighten a few points, and Long She Lan was pregnant with one, which was extremely difficult. Looking at that patch, there were even over ten plants, this was truly a treasure.

  At this moment, Ling Wu's eyebrows were furrowed again, but her heart was racing. The Ninth-Order Earth Dragon, known as the dragon-snake existence, was not something she could afford to provoke now. What should she do?

  Just as she was about to leave, the branches around her slightly shook. Ling Wu Shuang looked up in surprise, and the first thing that entered her eyes were a pair of blue boots on a man. Following that, she met a pair of handsome and clear eyes, like a clear moon. However, the person's body suddenly stiffened, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. In an instant, his feet slipped, and he fell off the tree.

  Ling's eyes were swift and her hands were quick, she pulled him back with one move, stretched out her hand and pressed it onto his lips.

  Digression

  Is there passion? Is there a handsome guy? Who cares? (~_~)