Chapter 00283: Strange Liquid
# Strange Liquid
Chapter 283
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 283: Strange Liquid
The next sentence, he whispered, "Otherwise, we’ll have to run tonight!"
Of course, He Chunhua heard him and covered his forehead with his hand.
Lingguang also knew the situation was serious, so he jumped next to the wild cow.
This fellow was frothing at the mouth, struggling with all four limbs.
Lingguang rolled his eyes and took a look, "The red threads in its eyes have faded. It seems that after treating it twice, the effect of the medicine has significantly diminished. That's great news. Hmm, let's draw a bit of blood to see."
He Lingchuan couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"Very little" is a relative concept.
The wild cow's previous performance was clearly over the top; if it took a bit more of the grass juice, would it not end up thrashing around in the camp of Xunren across the river?
If three hundred of these cows behaved like this...
Hmm?
This thought seemed quite remarkable.
At the same time as the hornbill accepted Zhao Pan's request to apologize, assure, and comfort the wild bull leader, Lingguang used a hollow reed pipe to extract a bit of blood from the wild cow on the ground.
It was probably only around two pounds.
Then he began adding ingredients into the cow's blood with vigorous movements.
Including He Lingchuan, the others were caught off guard, unable to keep up with his speed.
The herd of wild cows gathered around, stamping their feet furiously.
He Lingchuan even saw Lingguang dip his finger into the prepared cow's blood and taste it.
"Hey..."
He rushed over and grabbed Lingguang.
If even the medicine monkey became crazy, he really didn’t know how this situation would end.
Fortunately, Lingguang was reliable this time.
After a few seconds of savoring the taste, he bounced with joy, "Alright, it's been tested!"
He's family and subordinates heaved a collective sigh of relief.
Next, Lingguang began to prepare the medicine.
He shook violently, spilling half of the potion in the process.
He Lingchuan was exasperated, "Can’t you stop shaking?"
"I can't!" Lingguang was trembling all over, "I've caught it too, the effects of the drugs haven't passed."
He didn't instinctively scream and rush into the forest to throw branches at the crowd, which was already a lot of restraint.
Zhao Pan's military doctor had been watching for a long time.
He hurried over and said, "Let me handle this."
As Lingguang mouthed, he worked with the doctor, and the coordination between the monkey and the man was surprisingly good.
In the end, the potion was finally prepared.
Under the watchful gaze of hundreds of cow eyes, the military doctor administered the potion to the wild cow on the ground.
After just a few breaths, the wild cow's frenzy calmed down; it let out a few moos, and its limbs stopped flailing.
The hornbill landed on its horn, acting as a translator: "It’s awake now, no need to bind it."
He Lingchuan quickly untied it.
The wild cow stood up slowly, staggered a few steps, and then lay back down, gasping.
"Give it some time to recover," Lingguang suggested, signaling the soldiers to bring a bucket of clean water and place it by the wild cow, "It should be fine now."
"Alright, alright, stop staring!" The commanders stepped forward to disperse the onlookers.
The wild cow leader approached to investigate, confirmed that its companion was alright, and then shook its head, leading its subordinates back to graze.
Zhao Pan’s expression also relaxed as he looked at He Lingchuan and said, "Since you've made amends, I won't punish you this time. In the future, don’t cause any more trouble in my camp!"
He Lingchuan hurriedly nodded, and the medicine monkey also took a dose for itself.
This incident finally subsided.
He Chunhua scolded a few times and then patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder, "Pushing you out earlier to let General Zhao deal with you was because I knew he wouldn't go too far."
Seeing his eldest son pout in impatience, He Chunhua was not angry; he turned and left with Wu Shaoyi and others.
He Lingchuan watched his father's back, feeling that this old man seemed quite pleased and friendlier towards him.
What was he happy about?
Happy that this son caused trouble? Was He Lingchuan still the same He Lingchuan?
It seemed that ever since his reincarnation, He Lingchuan's troubles and mistakes had visibly decreased.
Could it be that He Chunhua had been used to this son causing trouble in the past and felt uncomfortable now that he wasn't?
He Lingchuan shook off his strange thoughts and took Lingguang back to his tent.
The rock wolf was already there, happily gnawing on a tattered leather belt it had found somewhere.
This fellow had hidden very well; it hadn’t appeared while the wild cows were rampaging.
He Lingchuan really wanted to ask, what use was this wolf for guarding?
After taking the medicine, Lingguang also lost his strength, lying lethargically on the table.
"What on earth is going on with Dong Rui's medicine?" He Lingchuan recalled the initial topic.
After causing such a huge uproar, they still hadn’t reached an answer.
Lingguang looked tired as well, almost at the point of only having the strength to talk: "The main medicine in Dong Rui's concoction must have been diluted and prepared before."
He Lingchuan was stunned: "He diluted it first already?" Dong Rui had diluted it once, and Lingguang had diluted it a hundred times more; even after all that, it still made the phoenix tree grow madly.
The wild cow had only ingested a little leaf juice from the phoenix tree and hadn’t even swallowed a few leaves—yet it had become a mad cow?
"How potent must the raw material of this main medicine be?"
"It should be..."
Lingguang paused here, "Although I couldn't definitively identify it, from my observation, it is likely a type of blood."
"Blood?" He Lingchuan was incredulous, "Is this blood from some kind of creature?"
"It doesn't necessarily have to be flowing out; it could also be drawn from..."
Lingguang was weak, "Yes, it should be blood. I can guarantee that with my title as a Dan Master for thirteen years."
"A little bit of blood, after multiple dilutions, still has this much power?" He Lingchuan was confused, "Could it be from an ancient divine beast or true immortal?"
"I’m not sure either. After all, I haven’t experimented with the blood of divine beasts."
Lingguang shook his head, "But every biological specimen I've used for experiments reacted differently. That’s why rabbits can grow three behinds, and the bark of the phoenix tree turned a bluish-purple. These changes, which violate their original characteristics, are because their bodies were invaded and damaged, causing a stressed mutation."
He Lingchuan's eyes flickered, "Just like the ghost monkeys and werewolves under Dong Rui, and that strange bird?"
The ghost monkey could grow an additional pair of eyes at the back of its head and another pair of arms on its back, having four eyes and four arms!
And its astonishing defensive ability was needless to mention.
As for the werewolf, there was no need to say; it had completely transitioned from the wolf form to the human form, directly contradicting the normal laws.
Lingguang thought for a while and said again, "Moreover, because the mutations were so intense, my test subjects couldn't withstand it and died quickly. To put it deeper, it’s toxic to most living beings."
"So it could also be a type of toxin?"
Lingguang thought for a moment: "I still tend to believe this is a kind of blood; it just has an overly strong catalytic effect on living beings. Or conversely, the test subjects were too weak."
"But the wild cow and you survived, which shows that the potency can indeed decrease," He Lingchuan pondered, "Dong Rui might have already figured out the mysteries inside, allowing him to effectively control the transformations of those demon puppets, making them stronger instead of dying. Hmm, where did he get such a thing from?"
This is probably the core secret of the demon puppeteer?
"Just give me a little time," Lingguang blinked, "I feel that the medicine can still be optimized. Perhaps the owner can use it in battles in the future."
"If this thing is used in battle, will the aftermath also be like you?" As if a high-level paralyzed patient.
"... So it needs to be optimized further."
Lingguang was weak, "Right now, my insides feel like they're burning, almost as if I'm being boiled alive."
"Get some water!" He Lingchuan naturally shouted outside the tent, "Mao Tao, bring water..."
Having shouted half a phrase, he suddenly realized.
The rock wolf also lifted its head, staring at him intently.
He Lingchuan fell silent, at this moment, Dan Youjun suddenly poked his head in and asked, "Owner, do you need water?"
He went to fetch hot water, and He Lingchuan slowly fed it to the monkey.
Lingguang also didn’t know what to say.
Once it had finished drinking, He Lingchuan held out a blanket for it to cover, whispering, "Go to sleep."
What a tough day it had been.
He stepped out of the tent, stretched lazily, and upon lifting his head saw the starry sky above.
When he opened the window, a rush of cold air hit him.
He leaned out to look, and a handful of white snow fell from the treetops, "Bang," landing squarely on his forehead.
"Brr, so cold."
Even the frozen earth on the front lines of Xiazhou had thawed, and rivers were rushing again, yet here, the cold was still biting.
By just this, he knew he had returned to the dream of the coil dragon.
He had not dreamed for several days, and the cold winter air was always sharp and clean, one breath felt downright chilling.
For some reason, every time He Lingchuan entered the dream, he felt particularly awake.
Today there was no task; he planned to practice diligently.
In reality, he had been marching for many days, and his training had fallen behind.
He was also thinking about going out to find himself a good knife.
Last time, while chasing a monster in the city, that thing had too tough a hide; he had broken the long sword exchanged from the Pengcheng Office, and until now he didn’t have a weapon he could wield.
But his hand instinctively touched his waist, and he froze.
Wait?
What’s this feeling?
He looked down and was surprised to find the familiar hilt + the familiar sheath, a combination he saw daily in reality.
The treasured knife, Floating Life, was hanging by his waist.
As he slowly drew the knife, its inherent brilliance gradually emerged.
Indeed, it was Floating Life!
He wasn’t dreaming, right?
No, he was indeed in a dream.
He Lingchuan drew the treasured knife in one swift motion, performing a flourish in the air.
Hmm, it felt just as natural as in reality.
The ease of movement, that indescribable connection, wasn’t diminished in the slightest; no weapon used in dreams could bring such feeling.
Was this great treasure suddenly accompanying him into the dream because he had repaired the broken knife and even renamed it? Or was it because he had wished last time to quickly find a replacement weapon in the dream?
Regardless, having the most suitable treasure appear now was indeed like adding wings to a tiger for him.
He flicked the blade and asked the treasured knife, “Do you know I need a good weapon?”
The treasured knife answered with a long, resonating cry.
The cold wind blew fiercely inside, it was too cold.
He Lingchuan was about to close the window when he suddenly heard a strange sound.
Click, click, click, three sounds in a row, like someone pressing down on a sound piece.
I saw someone in the review section calling me "madam".
Uh, that’s a term from outside, a bit more than "big shot".
But here,~~ it's "giant giant".
(The end of this chapter)