Sick Doctor (Bonus Chapter for 1,100 Monthly Votes)

More than twenty people present wanted to enter the ruin. Everything had an order to it, yet seeing this group shoving responsibility back and forth and dawdling about, Xiang Yang shook his head and took the lead himself. Ren Xiu and the other members of the Jingxiao Alliance walked beside him.

"Brother Xiang, although this Leaf Blade Minor Formation bears the word 'minor,' its power is still immense. People come every day to gather iron caltrop grass, but new growth soon sprouts again, so the formation's power is slowly recovering as well.

This time, we must proceed along the little path left behind when the eminent monks of Jialan Temple broke the formation. Under no circumstances can we leave the bounds of the path. There was once an expert who refused to believe it and reached his hand beyond the path's boundary. His palm was minced into pulp by blade qi on the spot, leaving him crippled."

As they walked, Ren Xiu explained the taboos to Xiang Yang. The two strode side by side through a gap in the sea of iron caltrop grass, while the others followed behind in pairs.

Xiang Yang's hands hung within his sleeves, his golden hair spilling down like a waterfall. His pace looked slow but was actually swift; in just two or three steps, he often covered a great distance.

Within his spiritual perception, every word Ren Xiu had said was true. Countless minute blade qi filled the air above the formation and along both sides of the path, floating and gathering as densely as a motionless lake.

Should they be disturbed by an outside force, ripples would surely rise upon that still lake. Yet what surged would not be water, but endless blade qi. With his current cultivation, if that vast divine power