Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

At this moment, seeing Luo Yang at a loss and refusing Hua XiYi’s offer to help.

The Blood Devil hidden in the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting couldn’t hold back any longer.

"What’s there to worry about! I can help you!" Mo Ye said coldly.

The Blood Devil still needed Luo Yang’s help to find her husband.

If Luo Yang were gone, the Blood Devil would have to find another host.

After all, if the Blood Devil wandered outside, it would easily attract various forces to hunt her down.

Finding another host as good as Luo Yang would be extremely difficult.

Therefore, the Blood Devil didn’t want to see him killed.

Luo Yang thought to himself, "Miss Mo Ye, don’t be impulsive. Without my order, you can’t just kill at will. Listen to my command; when I say kill, you act."

The Blood Devil sneered, "Why should I listen to you?!"

She was never submissive to Luo Yang.

However, they were mutually using each other, and Luo Yang said coldly, "If you don’t listen to me, then don’t expect me to help you find your husband!"

These words had some effect.

At least the Blood Devil dared not talk back anymore, showing willingness to heed Luo Yang’s request.

Just then, Hua XiYi said, "Haha, Baby still owes you a life; today, I’ll repay it! After this, neither of us owes the other!"

For those who value loyalty, owing someone a favor is a debt owed for a lifetime.

Letting Hua XiYi live on while her benefactor was killed in front of her was something she couldn’t do.

Unless she was dead.

While they were discussing, there was a sudden knock on the door from outside.

Luo Yang and Hua XiYi were both startled and exchanged glances.

Finally, Hua XiYi spoke faintly, "Haha, who?"

A familiar voice replied, "It’s me."

It turned out to be Aunt Thirteen outside the door.

The Shi Sheng Palace had settled Hong Jiaxin’s matter with the Eight Immortals Hall, so Aunt Thirteen naturally supported the Eight Immortals Hall.

As Luo Yang focused on the door, he could glance through and see only Aunt Thirteen outside.

Whether the Eight Immortals Hall had ambushed nearby remained unknown.

Still unsure why Aunt Thirteen suddenly visited, Hua XiYi hesitated.

No response came from inside, and Aunt Thirteen coldly said, "I have something to say to you."

From this, it seemed she knew there were others in the room besides Hua XiYi.

Hua XiYi responded coldly, "Haha, are you here to deal with him?"

Aunt Thirteen’s answer was somewhat implicit; she said, "I’m here to help him."

Reaching this point, Luo Yang had nothing to fear.

Thus, he walked over and opened the door.

Aunt Thirteen sauntered in and directly asked, "How did you offend the young master of the Eight Immortals Hall?"

Talking about this made Luo Yang angry.

"I offended him?"

Briefly recounting his ordeal in a few words, he ended in anger, "If Wang Weiye doesn’t die, I can’t be content!"

Upon hearing that Luo Yang was poisoned with the Soul Dispersing Pill, Aunt Thirteen was very surprised.

"There’s no antidote for the Soul Dispersing Pill’s poison. According to you, you were already in the drug’s active phase, yet you seem fine. What’s going on?"

As she spoke, she scrutinized Luo Yang closely.

Hua XiYi sneered, "Haha, he’s the Little Miracle Doctor!"

This answer made Aunt Thirteen suddenly realize, nodding in admiration, "Rumor has it your medical skills are formidable; it seems you truly live up to your name as the Little Miracle Doctor. Even poisoned with the Soul Dispersing Pill, you managed to endure this long!"

Letting Aunt Thirteen in was mainly to see if she knew any antidote to the Soul Dispersing Pill.

After hearing what she said, Luo Yang didn’t need to ask anymore.

"Did they send you to investigate?" Luo Yang asked coldly.

Aunt Thirteen gently shook her head.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "If you promise not to pursue Hong Jiaxin, I can speak with them, so they stop hunting you."

As the sister of the Palace Master of Shi Sheng Palace, Aunt Thirteen naturally had some influence.

But Luo Yang had no interest in reconciling with the Eight Immortals Hall; if he wasn’t poisoned, perhaps they could sit and talk.

Now that the Soul Dispersing Pill’s poison hadn’t been resolved, the anger in his heart burned through his body.

"First, give me the antidote!" Luo Yang demanded.

Aunt Thirteen was silent.

The Soul Dispersing Pill had no antidote, which meant that even if the Eight Immortals Hall didn’t hunt Luo Yang, he couldn’t survive without an antidote.

After a while, Aunt Thirteen seemed to recall something and said, "Aren’t you fine now?"

Only because he drank the Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting could he prevent his Yin Spirit from dispersing.

But this was treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

While talking with Aunt Thirteen, Luo Yang felt his Yin Spirit drifting, as if leaving his flesh, his mind sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

Seeing Luo Yang occasionally closing his eyes and gently shaking his head, Aunt Thirteen didn’t need his response to know he hadn’t recovered.

"Haha, the Eight Immortals Hall went too far!" Hua XiYi said coldly.

"So what do you plan to do?" Aunt Thirteen asked Luo Yang.

Seeing Luo Yang had once earnestly protected Hong Jiaxin, she was willing to let him go.

But now, Luo Yang and the Eight Immortals Hall had a mortal enmity that no one could resolve.

Luo Yang’s face was stern, and he said resolutely, "Either I or the Eight Immortals Hall! There’s no co-existence!"

After hearing this, Aunt Thirteen laughed.

"Kid, I’m afraid you’re biting off more than you can chew. Forget all the forces of the Eight Immortals Hall; you couldn’t even handle one Elder. I heard all four Great Elders are here to eliminate you."

"I’m not afraid! I might as well use my ultimate move!"

He was referring to summoning the Blood Devil and using the Flying Sword Technique to fight the Eight Immortals Hall to the end.

Under normal circumstances, unless absolutely necessary, Luo Yang didn’t want others to know the Blood Devil resided in him.

Aunt Thirteen laughed even more arrogantly and disdainfully.

After a while, stopping her laughter, she said coldly, "Kid, what other ultimate moves do you have?"

Luo Yang didn’t reply.

He was considering that if he used the Flying Sword Technique, others would know the Blood Devil was with him, which would implicate Hua XiYi.

"Are they here?" Luo Yang stared at Aunt Thirteen.

"I think they’re down below," Aunt Thirteen said.

This indicated she had come first to persuade.

If successful, the Eight Immortals Hall wouldn’t need to come up.

Escape was impossible; only battle remained.

Luo Yang filled a cup with the Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting and drank it all in one go.

Aunt Thirteen and Hua XiYi were astonished by the sudden appearance of a disposable plastic cup in Luo Yang’s hand, not knowing where he had gotten it from.

After drinking the Magical Pond Water, the Yin Spirit gathered more, no longer feeling as if it were about to dissipate.

"Today’s my final battle, Aunt Thirteen. If you don’t want to be my enemy, don’t intervene. If you want to be my foe, go below and join them!"

Luo Yang wasn’t sure if he would survive, his mind racing with thoughts, but his gaze remained fierce.

Had it not been for Luo Yang’s earnest protection of Hong Jiaxin, forging that connection, Aunt Thirteen might have truly become his enemy.

They weren’t exactly close friends now, but Aunt Thirteen felt he was quite pitiful.

A boy who, if he were a wealthy family’s child, would still be enjoying his family’s protection.

But Luo Yang had gone through so many troubles, now poisoned with the Soul Dispersing Pill.

More terrifyingly, this poison had no antidote.