The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 542 - 312 Little Punishment

Fu Yunzhang sighed and said: "We only rob wealth and try to spare lives as much as possible. Otherwise, the cycle of heavenly justice will soday catch up to us, and we will not end well."

The listeners took his words to heart. Qing’er, upon hearing this, suddenly murmured repeatedly, "Cycle... Cycle..." Then with a start, "No wonder she looked familiar to , I finally rember now!"

She clutched Fu Yunzhang’s arm: "Brother Fu, do you rember I went missing three years ago, actually trapped in the Reincarnation Dilemma?"

Fu Yunzhang affectionately stroked the hair hanging over her forehead: "Of course I rember. Everyone was so worried, but we couldn’t find you. What does she have to do with this?"

Qing’er emphasized each word: "She is the woman who broke the Reincarnation Dilemma and saved everyone! But I clearly rember her surna was Ning, not sothing like Tan!"

Fu Yunzhang’s hand paused, his eyes narrowing: "Are you sure it’s her?"

She intensified her tone: "Positive! Just now, the content smile she wore as she left was exactly like her smile in the Reincarnation Land."

Fu Yunzhang’s eyes showed a sharp gleam like that of a hawk, and he stroked his chin: "If she’s not surnad Tan, then perhaps even her identity is fake. No wonder she didn’t have a Pill Furnace with her; turns out she’s not even a disciple of the Xuanji Sect! Ha, a fake eting another fake, she’s even better at disguising than us! Just don’t know what she’s plotting by sneaking into the Xuanji Sect’s vital grounds?"

"Qing’er, if you had rembered sooner, we could have kept her and interrogated her thoroughly." He suddenly furrowed his brow, "Check the Junyang Grass Juice she refined, has it been tampered with?"

Qing’er quickly took out a Jade Bottle from her bosom, opened it, and examined it for a long ti before letting out a slight sigh of relief: "Thankfully, it’s indeed purified, with nothing else inside. Her techniques are highly skilled, indeed better than mine." Saying this, she took out a Pill Furnace from her Storage Ring. Knowing that Fu Yunzhang was concerned about his family’s illness, she planned to start alchemy imdiately.

He Lao, who was quietly listening to the chatter, suddenly said: "Have you guys noticed, there’s a really intense itching on the body?"

The area suddenly fell silent, as if savoring the remark, then soone responded: "Now that you ntion it, my arm is itchy, I scratched once and now I can’t stop wanting to scratch more!"

"Damn it, He Lao Four, why bring that up? My back is itching! I can’t reach it."

"Don’t activate your Spiritual Power! It gets itchier if you do."

"How odd, we are all Golden Core cultivators, why fear insect bites? Surely, we’ve been ddled with by soone! That woman just now! Ah, so itchy."

Once He Lao Four spoke, it was as if he had cast a spell, making everyone feel sothing wrong with their bodies. The place buzzed with discussion, and finally soone, unable to bear the itch through the clothes any longer, rolled up their sleeves.

Everyone focused their gaze, then collectively gasped: wherever the skin had been scratched on this fellow’s arm had swollen high, with white blisters that looked like insect eggs bearing tiny spots on the five claw marks, full and distended as if they would burst any mont. He gently touched one of the blistered areas and imdiately felt an unbearable itching, as if his bones were being dissolved, making him want to scratch it open.

Fu Yunzhang grabbed his hand firmly, his voice stern: "Don’t touch. Nobody reach out to scratch! Don’t allow the poison to mix into the bloodstream." His mouth twitched slightly, clearly his own body was also intensely itchy, but he still managed to say, "Qing’er, how about you? Can you prepare so dicine to detoxify us?"

Qing’er shook her head: "I’m fine." Then she took out a Golden Needle and gently pricked at one of the man’s arm blisters, like a dragonfly touching water. A bit of whitish-yellow fluid seeped out from the egg-shaped formation. After taking a sample, she went off to run tests.

anwhile, a bandit under Fu Yunzhang’s orders rushed into the village to check on others. After a while, he returned and reported: "The villagers are unhard, even the three people from Tianling Sea Pavilion are completely fine."

It turned out that only their own group had been tampered with. At that mont, Qing’er looked up, anxious: "Brother Fu, I can’t analyze this, unable to provide targeted treatnt." In her urgency, her eyes reddened.

Was it poison, or a poisonous insect? Fu Yunzhang suddenly recalled Ning Xiaoxian’s words before she left, grabbed He Lao Four’s collar, and asked: "Where’s the nearest water source?"

"Three... three miles east of the village." He was speaking disjointedly.

"Go, let’s go quickly! Everyone, move out!" He pointed to Qing’er, "Watch the captives from Tianling Sea Pavilion!"

All being cultivators, such a small distance could be reached quickly on foot. The group, despite the severe itching, awkwardly rode their Magic Artifacts and plunged into the river three miles away.