The Fatty Was Stunned

The setting sun slanted westward, while strange blue-violet mist steamed above Medicine King Valley. Three hundred and sixty Medicine Peaks loomed in and out of sight amid the haze.

Hua Qiang and the others had just passed beneath the bluestone archway engraved with the ancient seal-script words "Hundred Herbs Seal Demon" when a piercing whistle tore through the sky. Nearly a hundred burly men in black fitted clothes emerged like ghosts from among the medicine fields, cliff faces, and vines.

The medicine pouches at these Hundred Herbs Guards' waists swayed lightly with their movements, releasing bursts of medicinal fragrance laced with deadly poison.

Wei Changting, their leader, stood with his hands behind his back. The Medicine Cauldron totem embroidered in gold thread upon his black robe glimmered faintly, while the pressure of the Immortal King Realm bore down like something tangible.

"Bold madmen! Everything within a hundred li of Medicine King Valley is forbidden ground. Retreat at once!"

Before his words had even faded, runes suddenly surfaced on the black armor of the guards. More than a hundred phantom vines condensed from true qi burst from the earth, weaving into a cage in midair.

Hua Qiang's expression remained calm, a faint curve touching his lips.

Yet in Wei Changting's eyes, that tiny movement was the greatest possible provocation.

He let out a furious roar. "Take them down!"

The Hundred Herbs Guards answered as one, multicolored medicinal mists appearing in their palms—poisonous green fog, corrosive purple fog, numbing white fog—all surging toward Hua Qiang and the others like a tide.

"Holy shit, save me! What are you people doing?

Are you trying to kill us to silence us?

We only came to ask for medicine, not to kick down your mountain gate! Why are you treating us like this?"

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