Spirit Hall, Pontiff's Palace.
Within the vast, magnificent hall, Bibi Dong sat alone upon the Pontiff's Throne, the symbol of Supreme Power.
Her fingertips unconsciously tapped against the armrest, producing rhythmic, soft clicks that echoed with unusual clarity through the silent palace.
She wore an exquisite, elaborate Pontiff's robe, golden patterns winding across the fabric and outlining the nearly perfect curves of her body.
Even the voluminous robe could not completely conceal those breathtaking rises and falls.
A high slit ran along the hem of her robe. As she gently crossed her Legs, a pair of slender Beautiful Legs wrapped in Purple Stockings appeared and vanished from view. Their lines were taut and rounded, brimming with strength and beauty, radiating the fatal allure unique to a mature woman.
Yet at this moment, her dignified and breathtakingly beautiful face was filled with gravity.
On the screen in her Sea of Consciousness, Dugu Yan's message of tearful gratitude was like a sharp thorn piercing deep into her proud heart.
This poison.
She had studied it before, even mobilizing Spirit Hall's resources to consult countless ancient texts.
The conclusion was that there was no cure.
At least below the godly realm, no one could eradicate this inherited virulent poison so deeply fused with one's bloodline.
She, Bibi Dong—possessor of Twin Martial Souls, one of the continent's youngest Titled Douluo, and the supreme ruler of Spirit Hall—was helpless before it.
Yet that group master named "Emperor Lu" had merely prepared a bowl of herbal medicine and suppressed it.
And the herbs used were the most ordinary and cheapest ones.
This had already surpassed the realm of medical skill.
This was the Dao, the laws—an area entirely beyond her reach!
"..."
Intense shock and an indescribable trace of frustration intertwined within Bibi Dong's heart.
She took a Deep Breath, the astonishing fullness of her chest rising and falling with it. At last, she slowly exhaled and suppressed the turbulence in her heart.
No matter what, winning over this mysterious group master was the most urgent matter.
Her slender fingers lightly tapped the screen, sending a message.
[Pontiff: Great Group Master, your abilities are truly extraordinary!]
Bibi Dong's words were like a lit fuse.
The previously silent Chat Group instantly erupted.
[Little Witch: Wow! Great Group Master, you're incredible! You're practically an immortal descended to earth!] [My Cat is White and Big: An inconceivable method.] [Fox is Most Pure: I knew Great Group Master could do it! Great Group Master is mighty!] [Gentle Fire Dragon: ...Unfathomable.] [My Son is Not a Bastard: Formidable.]
For a time, the group was filled with lavish praise. Everyone had been completely won over by Lu Ming's heaven-reaching medical skill.
Blue Tyrant Academy, Lu Ming's room.
Watching the flood of praise on the screen, Lu Ming revealed a faint smile.
This was exactly the effect he wanted.
Only by maintaining his lofty image could he ensure that these people continued to hold him in awe.
His fingers moved lightly as he replied at an unhurried pace.
[Emperor Lu: A trivial matter, not worth mentioning.]
It was a simple sentence, yet it carried an air of calm composure that looked down upon the world.
When the people in the group saw those words, their estimation of him rose several degrees higher.
Such a divine skill was merely a "trivial matter" in his eyes.
Just how high had this Great Group Master's realm reached?
At that moment, Dugu Yan sent another message, every word filled with pleading and resolve.
[Poison Fairy: I beg Great Group Master to help Grandfather and me completely resolve the poison! No matter the condition, Yan'er will agree to it!]
Meanwhile.
Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Girls' Dormitory.
Dugu Yan lay on her side atop a soft, large bed. The Sharp pain in her body had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and vitality.
At that moment, she looked expectantly at the screen in her Sea of Consciousness, hope gleaming in her Beautiful Eyes.
The silky blanket had slipped halfway off her body, revealing the graceful lines of her shoulders and neck, as well as the curvaceous contours of her upper body.
She unconsciously curled up her Legs. Her pair of slender Beautiful Legs, now restored to their smooth and lustrous state, overlapped together, outlining alluring curves. Her toes tightened slightly from nervousness, making them appear small and adorable.
Hope!
She saw hope—hope of completely breaking free from this curse that seemed fated to bind her!
At last, the avatar that had haunted her thoughts day and night had sent a new reply.
[Emperor Lu: When I have time another day, I can teleport over and help you deal with it. We can discuss the reward then.]
The moment she saw the four words "help you deal with it," Dugu Yan's breath caught sharply.
The next second, overwhelming joy surged through her heart!
"Ah!"
She couldn't help letting out a cheer. She sprang from the bed and spun around twice in excitement.
The hem of her thin nightgown fluttered as her straight, well-proportioned Beautiful Legs traced graceful arcs through the air, brimming with youthful energy and joy.
It could be cured!
The Group Leader himself had promised it!
The nightmare that had plagued the Dugu Family for generations was finally about to end!
As for the reward...
Dugu Yan's pretty face flushed. As long as he could cure her and Grandfather, let alone a reward—even if he wanted her herself, she would be willing!
After all, this snake venom had tormented her family for far too long. Now that she had finally seen hope, Dugu Yan naturally had to seize it at all costs, whether for herself or for Grandfather.
Lu Ming was her best chance—her salvation, and her lifesaver!
Just as Dugu Yan was immersed in her joy, a notification that no one in the Chat Group had expected suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Ding!]
[System Notification: Activity level has met the requirements. The group member limit has increased by one!]
[System Notification: Please select an invitation target, Group Leader.]
The sudden change instantly silenced the group.
A translucent invitation interface appeared before Lu Ming as well.
His heart leaped with joy.
He could finally invite a newcomer!
If he wanted the Chat Group to become more active and earn richer rewards, inviting more members with stories and strength was an essential step.
Who should he invite?
Lu Ming lightly tapped his fingers against the table, falling into deep thought.
Although the current members of the group were all people of considerable status, there were almost no true top-tier powerhouses aside from Bibi Dong, whose stance remained unclear.
He needed to invite someone powerful enough to hold the fort, someone who could also lay the groundwork for revealing more major events in the future.
One name after another flashed through Lu Ming's mind, only to be rejected one by one.
Then, his gaze sharpened as an ideal candidate surfaced in his thoughts.
She was powerful, held an exalted status, stayed far from human conflicts, and was herself facing an enormous predicament.
There was no more suitable invitation target.
Having made his decision, Lu Ming moved his thoughts and entered that name into the invitation interface.
[Invitation Target: Snow Empress.]
The next moment, a system message quietly appeared in the Chat Group.
[Snow Woman has joined the group chat!]
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