Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 450 The Tribulation of Lightning Appears, the Pill is About to be Formed!

"Natural truth".

Yue Qinghuan smiled and picked up the conversation, then gracefully approached Elder Hua, squatted down, and said gently:

"Senior, we've traveled to various places over the past two months..."

She began to recount in detail what everyone had experienced during this period.

From my arrival in Zhongzhou to my journey to Yunxi City, from the royal family treasury to the Wanbao Grand Ceremony...

Their footprints covered all corners of the land, all in search of that precious medicinal herb.

When they heard that Li Qingyuan had obtained the 'Nine-Turn Glazed Palace Lamp'.

Finally, a long-lost smile appeared on Hua Lao's face, warm and radiant.

He looked at Li Qingyuan with satisfaction, his eyes filled with pride and joy:

"My disciple is indeed exceptionally talented."

Of course, Yue Qinghuan did not tell Elder Hua and the others about their harrowing experience of being attacked and nearly killed.

After all, when traveling, one should only report good news and not bad news; she didn't want Old Master Hua to worry about their safety anymore.

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However, although Yue Qinghuan did not say it outright, how could Hua Lao, who was so shrewd, not hear the clues in it?

From those snippets of conversation and seemingly insignificant details, he keenly sensed the dangers the group had faced along the way.

In an instant, a cold glint flashed in his bloodshot eyes like a sharp blade, a look of anger and murderous intent toward those who had hurt him.

But this sudden outburst of anger put an unbearable strain on his already weakened body.

Hua Lao felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It felt like a million needles were pricking me at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a violent coughing fit came like a tidal wave, completely uncontrollable.

He coughed until his face turned red, and his body trembled violently.

Each cough seemed to drain all his strength.

A short while later, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The blood trickled down his pale chin, dripping onto his clothes and blooming into shocking flowers of blood.

His breath grew weaker and weaker, and he swayed precariously, his condition extremely critical, as if he would be completely devoured by the disease at any moment.

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Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyang, who had been flirting with Granny Hua, instantly stopped laughing.

Like a gust of wind, he "broke free" from his wife's grasp and quickly approached Old Man Hua.

With a solemn expression, he squatted down, extended two fingers, and gently placed them on Elder Hua's pulse, carefully examining it.

After a moment, he frowned and said in a deep voice:

"This is bad. My anxiety is getting the better of me, and now the 'Netherworld Bone-Eating Worm's' toxin is spreading even faster."

"At this rate, your lifespan is going to be significantly shortened, old man..."

"No, Yue family girl, quickly bring out those powerful medicines like the Blood of the Spirit Rhinoceros and the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus. I need to begin my seclusion to refine pills immediately!"

After saying that, Mu Qingyang quickly took out a yellowish-brown pill from his pocket.

With a flick of his finger, the pill was accurately fed into Elder Hua's mouth.

The pill melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm energy that temporarily suppressed the rampant toxins within Elder Hua's body.

Sure enough, Old Hua's coughing gradually stopped.

However, his face remained deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his condition was still far from optimistic.

Seeing this, Li Qingyuan was extremely anxious. He and Lao Huangniu carefully carried Hua Lao into a side room.

Old Hua lay quietly on the bed, his brows furrowed and his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Clearly, the toxins in his body were causing him great pain.

The group knew that they should not linger, fearing that they would disturb Elder Hua's tenacious fight against the poison with his own willpower.

So they all quietly left the room.

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"What the hell!"

Old Ox has always had a fiery temper, and as soon as he stepped outside, he couldn't help but start cursing.

He had a deep friendship with Hua Lao.

After all, having always been by Li Qingyuan's side, he often witnessed Hua Lao's selfless help to Li Qingyuan and the deep affection between them as teacher and student.

Now, it is heartbreaking to see an old friend, who was once so cheerful and charming, suffering so much from illness.

The old ox felt a burning rage within him, which he could not suppress.

He gritted his teeth in hatred, wishing he could immediately return to the Canglan Continent and slaughter every last member of the Tianwu Dynasty to vent his anger.

If he was this angry, then Li Qingyuan must be even more furious.

At this moment, Li Qingyuan stood to the side, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The fingernails dug deep into the palm, yet the person felt no pain.

His eyes were filled with an intense killing intent that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

He secretly vowed in his heart:

Once his cultivation level reached a certain point, he would meet the Emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty, the Supreme Emperor Yang Lingchun, and the Ancestor of the Yunyin Sect, Xiong Han, and others.

None of them will survive!

He will find these people one by one, settle accounts with them, and resolve all their problems.

Make them pay a heavy price for what they have done!

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Over there, Mu Qingyang had officially entered the alchemy room to cultivate pills in seclusion.

From time to time, a rich fragrance of elixirs wafted from the alchemy room.

That wasn't the unique aura of the "Lingxi Qingshen Dan" (灵犀清神丹), but rather the aura he was carefully refining some auxiliary pills.

These auxiliary pills were all prepared to improve the success rate of the main pill, and each step was infused with his hard work and focus.

However, it was unknown how long this alchemy journey would last.

Therefore, Li Qingyuan and the others were all shrouded in gloom and extremely depressed.

They even neglected their usual solitary retreats and spiritual practices.

He simply stood quietly outside Hua Lao's door all day, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

Inside the door, Hua Lao's suppressed and deep roar could be heard from time to time.

His voice was filled with pain.

That was an endless torment for both body and soul.

One can imagine the pain that Mr. Hua is currently suffering from.

Every time Li Qingyuan heard this sound, she would involuntarily clench her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, her worries intensifying.

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Time flies, and the long five-day wait passed by in the blink of an eye.

On the sixth day, as the first rays of dawn fell, the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere was abruptly shattered.

In the distance, a rumbling thunder sounded, like the roar of an ancient god, deep and awe-inspiring.

Immediately afterwards, the once clear and boundless sky changed color.

Dark clouds gathered rapidly like a surging tide, sweeping in from all directions and shrouding the entire world in darkness.

The dark clouds piled up in layers, a vast expanse of black, like countless enormous black curtains, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

The light shines between heaven and earth, yet it cannot penetrate the thick, dark clouds.

If you look closely, you can see faint flashes of lightning within the dark clouds.

It seems that some terrifying force is quietly brewing—

That was a sign that the tribulation of lightning was about to descend!

"The tribulation of lightning has appeared; the elixir is about to be completed!"

Yue Qinghuan stood quietly, gazing at the ever-changing sky, and murmured softly.

The voice was soft, yet it contained boundless certainty.

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