Great Love Is Without Sentiment

"Good medicine tastes bitter, everyone understands that principle, how could I possibly complain? I'm not a child."

After the four people's voices faded into the distance, Ba Shenhuang's face suddenly darkened, revealing the bitterness of someone swallowing a bitter pill.

"... It tastes absolutely awful."

The following day, Si Ming helped Murong Wu absorb the spiritual energy from the remaining half of the Cold Marrow Pill Pearl. After making some preparations, he went to see the Holy Maiden Tu Wangyue.

"Senior, with you and Senior Cang here, there's no need to worry about the safety of the position. Therefore, I plan to go to Medicine King Valley, partly to fulfill my promise to them, and partly to observe the movements of the Demon Beast army and see what the Military God is up to."

Tu Wangyue nodded and said, "Go ahead. Since you've made a promise, you must keep it. You can't break the Mo Mohist School's reputation for keeping its word."

Having received permission, Si Ming turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "Senior, the Mohist School Sacred Sword is truly unparalleled... Are you confident you can kill the Demon Emperor?" In the end, he changed the subject.

"I am confident that I can kill the Demon Emperor, but I still need to create the right opportunity. We must not let him escape, nor can we allow other Demon King to interfere. As things stand, the Demon Race's plan has failed, so I'm afraid they will not launch another attack on Zhenzhou. We still need to wait and see, and remain unchanged in the face of all changes," Tu Wangyue said.

The Cang Baiyi beside him added, "Those Nation of Valor bureaucrats who don't understand the big picture have been removed, and our path into Nation of Valor is now unobstructed. More powerful figures will come to our aid, and I'm afraid your master is among them. Once we have enough manpower, we won't have to passively wait for the enemy to strike first; we can proactively create opportunities. In addition, the countries of the Northern Continent are also planning to re-form an alliance, and they may invite 'Thunder King' to serve as the commander-in-chief of the allied forces again."

Hopefully, this isn't a case of clinging to outdated methods.

Si Ming bid farewell and set off for Medicine King Valley. This time, he was not traveling alone; Ying Zhou and the others followed him. Putting aside everything else, at least Murong Wu was very interested in Medicine King Valley, which was known as the "Holy Land of Medicine."

Unexpectedly, the four of them arrived safely at the Cold Pool in the valley. However, as they descended to the bottom of the lake, Si Ming discovered that the underwater tunnel leading to Medicine King Valley had been blocked by boulders.

"Is this meant to stop the Demon Race's invasion? But it's pointless. Those who are blocked are weaklings who pose no threat to Medicine King Valley. If they encounter a truly powerful opponent, these rocks won't be a match at all."

For example, Si Ming quickly broke through the tunnel, led his three companions through, and then met Valley Master Qin Yueren and many elders again.

As they introduced themselves, when it was Murong Wu's turn, Si Ming clearly sensed that Qin Yueren and the elders were initially puzzled, but then their eyes lit up.

"Could this young hero have cultivated the legendary Hundred-Refinement Medicinal Body?" Qin Yueren asked cautiously.

Murong Wu nodded.

Qin Yueren's face lit up with ecstatic joy. "There really is someone who can cultivate such a physical body! I have a favor to ask. I wonder if you, young hero, could give us some of your blood as a medicinal ingredient?"

The Valley Master wasn't the only one with the same idea; the other elders also showed expressions of interest, looking at Murong Wu as if he were a most precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Ying Zhou stepped forward, blocking everyone's view, drew his sword, and sneered, "Hey, are you all tired of the medicinal soup and want to try the Meng Po instead?"

Xia Guanxue stepped forward, blocking the other direction, and placed her hand on her sword, saying, "Those with improper thoughts will be executed without mercy."

Chapter 819 Great Love Without Mercy

Ying Zhou's rage was like boiling magma, and Xia Guanxue's killing intent was like a steel knife scraping bone. Both of them were practical fighters who had fought their way through Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood, not martial arts contestants who would stop at a point on the stage. As soon as they got angry, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on their hearts, making everyone in Medicine King Valley feel cold to the feet and their bodies stiffen, not daring to move rashly.

"Please calm down, everyone. What I said just now was just a slip of the tongue, please don't take it to heart. We have absolutely no ulterior motives!"

Qin Yueren quickly tried to dissuade them, fearing that a fight might actually break out.

Murong Wu also advised, "Don't be impulsive; the other party didn't mean anything by it."

Qin Yueren quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, we didn't mean it. We were just saying it casually. It's like... just like young people screaming when they see their idol. In the eyes of us Medical School of magic, the Hundred-Refinement Medicinal Body is like a king or queen, the idol of idols. So we couldn't help but say it out loud."

Since Murong Wu had spoken, Ying Zhou sheathed his sword, but still warned with a stern face, "Hmph! Be careful next time. Know what to say and what not to say. You're such a grown man, don't you even understand the principle that loose lips sink ships?"

"Yes, yes, yes, young hero's warning is absolutely right. I guarantee it will never happen again."

Some elders of Medicine King Valley felt that their sect leader was being too humble in apologizing to others. Even though they knew they had misspoke, they couldn't help but think it was going too far. They felt that the sect leader had lowered himself too much and worried that if this matter got out, all the disciples of Medicine King Valley would lose face and they themselves would be ridiculed. Therefore, they were dissatisfied.

Elder Yi was one of them. On the one hand, he complained that Qin Yueren was too lacking in self-respect and had lost the dignity that the sect leader should have. On the other hand, he was furious that Ying Zhou was too arrogant. He had already apologized, and the other side had not suffered any losses, yet they still put on a lecturing face and did not know how to give their elders any face.

"Young people should know when to stop, and not take advantage of others..."

The lecture abruptly ended as Qin Yueren used Secret Voice Transmission to stop Elder Yi from continuing. Elder Yi glared at Qin Yueren with a look of disappointment, then angrily flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

"It seems some people are still not convinced. Let's have a fight and see who learns to stop," Ying Zhou sneered.

"That's enough. They've already apologized. What more do you want? You can't force someone to kneel down over a single sentence. Even Long Aotian isn't this domineering," Si Ming said. "Give the host some face. Don't drag us along if you're going to camp out in the wild."

Who is Long Aotian?

"A man whose imposing presence and domineering aura are so powerful that anyone who dares to speak disrespectfully to his woman must bear his boundless wrath and be prepared to be maimed or even have their entire family killed."

"I'm much more humble than him... No, I'm protecting my younger brother, not a woman," Ying Zhou retorted, regaining his composure.

"They're all the same, don't worry about such small details."

After Si Ming intervened to mediate, the tense atmosphere eased considerably, though some tension remained.

Seeing this, Murong Wu said, "Actually, if you only need a little bit of my blood, that's not impossible."

Ying Zhou said, "This isn't just a matter of a little blood; once this starts, it will never end. No matter how much blood you have, can you withstand the bleeding?"

Qin Yueren hurriedly said, "This matter is quite simple. Just like how our Medicine King Valley deals with those who come seeking medicine, we only need to make a fair yet strict requirement, and naturally most people will back down."

It's not that I'm unwilling to help you, it's that you can't afford the consultation fee.

Murong Wu frowned and said, "A doctor should have a compassionate heart. If the other person is truly on the verge of death, how can you stand by and watch them die?"

Qin Yueren said earnestly, "As doctors, we naturally want to save all patients, but we are human, not gods. Human abilities have limits. Even if human abilities were unlimited, medicinal resources are finite. Therefore, we can only save those who deserve to be saved."

Upon hearing this, Xia Guanxue sneered, "Who is the person who should be saved? A rich person who can afford the medical fees?"

Qin Yueren wasn't angry. He said, "In the Records of the Grand Historian of Medicine King Valley, there was once a man who sought medicine for his seventy-year-old mother. He had no money and knelt in front of Medicine King Valley for three days and three nights. The Valley Master at the time, moved by his filial piety, gave him a bottle of Toad-Fishing Life-Extending Pill. He accepted the medicine with great gratitude, went back and cured his mother's illness, and even extended her lifespan."

Si Ming, "It sounds like a story of filial piety that moved Heaven."