Those Whose Ambitions Fell (2)

Northern Biopharmaceutical's Human Dragon faction had never been a monolith. No one understood that better than Xue Mantang.

Fang Mi was cowardly, Xu Huanjun was duplicitous, and the Teeth Brothers were wildly ambitious. They had all gathered for their own interests. If not for their Dragon-class combat power, Xue Mantang would never have given these fools a second glance.

Among them, Wheelcasting Mill was a force Xue Mantang valued greatly.

It possessed the ability to manufacture equipment such as Plague-Slaying Blades. A force like that could serve as a foundation, and it had always worked well with Northern Biopharmaceutical.

"Why?"

Xue Mantang had calmed down by then.

Leaning on her dragon-headed cane, with the enormous Artificial Pestilence No. 2 behind her, she stared fixedly at Xu Xian.

Xu Xian's expression was calm, as though nothing had happened. He tossed the female Parasite's head aside.

From the wreckage, abnormal Parasites of every color crawled out.

"Matriarch Xue, where in this world are there so many whys?"

"Why can the stars be seen so clearly in the deserted depths of the Far North at midnight?"

"Why do precious herbs grow in the depths of the Mother Earth Mountain Range, where snow falls all year round?"

"And why... do people refine Elixirs to preserve their lifespan?"

Xu Xian drew an oddly shaped steel blade from behind his back. "Answers have never been necessary. The only thing Plague Exterminators can truly believe in, truly understand, is their own Plague-Slaying Blade."

Watching Xu Xian slowly approach, Xue Mantang finally understood.

"You! You're from the Chengyun Dynasty!"

The old woman, who had always been composed, finally cracked.

Xu Xian replied blandly, "Strictly speaking, no... I was once the adjutant of Bei Gongru, the [Regenerating Flesh King] of the former Far North Army. But... that was decades