Chapter 8: Washing Marrow Dan

  Yang Hao's heart suddenly surged with waves, although he had long guessed that this world would have Qi Refiners, but he didn't expect to encounter one so soon.

  The purple-robed middle-aged man had a stern face, and as he came down from the boat, he glanced at the giant snake that was paralyzed on the ground. He then turned his head to look at Pan Hao, and finally, his gaze stopped at the Snake Gall Grass behind Pan Hao, which had already completely transformed into purple.

  "Viper's saliva grass!" The man in purple clothes was overjoyed at seeing the purple viper's saliva grass.

  "Hey little guy, can you give me this grass?" The man in purple clothes said calmly to Pan Hao.

  The air suddenly solidified, and although the purple-robed man's aura had been retracted, a powerful pressure still spread in Pan Hao's heart.

  "Huh? I, Wu Xun, don't bully ordinary people. This is for you!" Wu Xun saw Pan Hao hesitate.

  He stretched out his hand into the void, and a delicate white jade bottle appeared in his hand. Then he tossed it, drawing a parabola in the air.

  Crash! The jade vase fell into Pan Hao's hands.

  "I wonder if this thing can cure snake venom?" Pan Hao held the object in his hand and asked doubtfully. Although he knew that he was not a match for this suddenly appearing middle-aged man at present, he had to fulfill the trust placed in him and be loyal to the person who entrusted him.

  "Treat snake venom? Haha, you wouldn't think of using washing powder to remove a little snake venom, would you?"

  "Boy, the elixir in your hand is enough to raise your cultivation to what you people in the martial world call the Pre-Heavenly stage!"

  The middle-aged man heard Pan Hao's question and suddenly smiled speechlessly.

  "But you!" A thick, heavy aura burst forth from the purple-robed man's body, causing the air within dozens of meters around him to become stagnant and viscous, rendering people immobile.

  A faint golden light burst out of Wu Zun's eyes, scanning Pan Hao's body from head to toe like a laser.

  "What a pity! Your martial arts talent is not bad, but you don't have a spiritual root, destined to become a handful of yellow earth in the mountains after a hundred years!"

  A sudden "ding" echoed in Pan Hao's mind, and the air became lively again. All things seemed to have suddenly awakened from prohibition. In the dim ancient forest at dusk, the sounds of biological activities came from afar, and the gentle breeze swept by, rustling the leaves.

  Pan Hao was drenched in cold sweat, having just been unable to move, being controlled by others, the feeling of life and death being in someone else's hands was so desperate and helpless!

  But Wu Yun's words still echoed in his ears, without a talent for cultivation, could it be that he would have to linger in the prenatal stage like in his previous life, and never be able to move forward on the path of cultivation again.

  "Never mind, I'll give this to you too!"

  A blue, ancient-looking book was thrown over by Wu Yun, and then a yellowish-brown light shot out from his hand, and the Bao Lian Cao disappeared instantly.

  "May we meet again someday! Young man!"

  One foot stepped out and entered a small silver-white boat. The boat transformed into flowing light and disappeared in the sky dyed red by the sunset.

  Pan Hao stood quietly on the spot, holding a delicate small jade bottle and a blue ancient book.

  "Big Brother Pan!"

  The girl from afar finally arrived in front of Pan Hao, the scene just now had exceeded Qu Zhu's imagination, a man actually flew down from the sky, who was he? Was he an immortal? Thinking of the ancient legend in the village and the people outside who came to explore with relish, could it be that there really was a fairy affinity? Or did Pan big brother encounter one, or was he originally an immortal...

  "Hmm!" Pan Hao responded with a sentence, snapped back to reality, and now let's solve the problem in front of us!

  "Is that an immortal?" Qu Zhu asked timidly.

  "No, he's just a Qi Gong master!" Pan Hao's shock slowly subsided in his heart.

  "What is a Qi Gong master?"

  ……

  The sunset's glow slowly faded away, the evening breeze was cool, and in this ancient mountain, countless insect sounds rose, a white and green mixed figure flew over the treetops, heading down the mountain.

  Darkness has finally descended, a vast black curtain enveloping the sky and earth. The evening breeze stirs, and from the paper windows of the village, the faint yellow glow of candlelight flickers out. Millions of households are like the twinkling stars in the sky, mysterious yet beautiful.

  "Brother Pan, it's just ahead, that's my home!" The girl pointed to a house in the village with dimly lit lamps.

  "Hmm!" Pan Hao stopped in his tracks, the jade bottle placed in the girl's hand.

  "Brother Pan, are you leaving?" the girl asked in surprise.

  Pan Hao nodded and slowly disappeared into the darkness, the girl seeing him off until his distant figure could no longer be seen. Her heart was filled with melancholy, possibly for a long time or even a lifetime they would not have the chance to meet again.

  The girl's eyes wandered aimlessly as she watched Pan Hao leave, then turned and walked back home, where her family was still waiting for her.

  "Sister is back!!" A childish and clear voice rang out.

  The two little guys at the door saw Quzhu walking out of the darkness first.

  "Dead girl, you're finally back! Where have you been running off to for the past two days?"

  Upon hearing the sound, her pale and haggard mother came out from inside, scolding harshly. However, the concern and anxiety in her eyes could not be concealed.

  "Mother." Thinking of the difficulties she had encountered over the past two days, the girl who had been gritting her teeth and persevering couldn't help but burst into tears as she hugged her mother tightly.

  "Don't cry, what's wrong, be good, don't cry!"

  The mother suddenly became tense and kept comforting Quzhu, afraid that her own daughter had suffered some hardship outside.

  "Mother, Father's snake venom has been cured."

  Qiu Zhu took out the jade bottle, didn't have time to talk to her mother in detail, and pulled her mother's hand into the house, to the bedroom. This was a simple bedroom, the walls were made of mud, but it was clean and tidy.

  On the bed in the bedroom, a middle-aged man with a pale face, sunken eyes, and black lips lay unconscious. Qu Zhu's heart ached as soon as she saw him. Her previously robust father, known as the number one hunter in Qujiang Village, was now on his last breath, unable to move.

  In a hurry, a bowl was fetched and filled with clear water. Qu Zhen opened the white jade bottle, and a wisp of fragrance escaped from it, making everyone in the room feel refreshed and invigorated.

  Qu Zhongyue's mother was suddenly filled with confidence, but she didn't know where her daughter had found the miraculous medicine.

  The snow-white dan medicine fell into the clear water, instantly dissolving, and the whole bowl of clear water turned into milky white milk in an instant. A refreshing fragrance was constantly emitted, making people feel refreshed and invigorated, as if all fatigue had disappeared instantly.

  A milky liquid poured into the man lying on the bed, and his pale face suddenly turned rosy, his lips also turned a healthy red. Ptooey! A mouthful of dark black, foul-smelling toxic blood was spat out. His body continued to detoxify, layer after layer of filth being expelled from within, the stench growing even more intense. The dan medicine was cleansing his meridians and marrow, transforming his body.

  The man lying slowly on the bed opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed for several days, and looked around at his surroundings in confusion.

  The composer was overjoyed and wept tears of joy.

  Not far from Qu's house, on top of a thatched cottage, Pan Hao stood alone in white clothes.

  The Master's Dan medicine is indeed extraordinary, I think that after being refined by the Washing Marrow Dan, Qu Father will definitely become light as a swallow, walking with flying steps, and live to be a hundred years old.

  Turned around, a white dress floated away...

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