The Immortal Medicine

Yang Xizhi and Gu Heng chased for a while but failed to find any trace of Meng Qi, so they slowed their pace.

"Let's wait over there. Anyone going from this cluster of buildings to the other halls is bound to pass through," Yang Xizhi said after a moment's thought.

Gu Heng had always been a man of few words. Though he was the Senior Brother, he often heeded his junior sister's suggestions. He didn't object and immediately changed course.

In the quiet room, Meng Qi had endured the chanting of more than a hundred monks before, so the buzzing sound didn't bother him. He quickly distinguished the different contents and understood their mysteries.

But he didn't dare waste time. Every moment counted. Setting aside the possibility that Dharmakayas might follow the traces of his aura, and setting aside the possibility that the two Grandmasters, a man and a woman, would seize the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the Dharma Body Chapter of the Yuanshi Golden Chapter, the Nine Yuanshi Seals, and the various Divine Weapons and Magic Treasures before he could, the fact that they were already hot on his heels meant he had no chance of quietly comprehending anything here!

He took a deep breath. His mind settled like a calm lake, reflecting the myriad things. Meng Qi set his Primordial Spirit in motion and raised his mind, forcefully committing to memory the characteristics and origins of the great demons and divine beings being chanted about.

Meanwhile, as the medicinal effects took hold and slightly eased his weakness and injuries, he worked his flesh and blood, regrew his left shoulder and arm, stood up again, pushed open the quiet room's door, and strode out.

The moment he left the quiet room, the buzzing vanished. Before him, overlapping eaves and