Chapter 1187: Treatmen (1/2)

Chapter 1187: Treatment

“Crackle!” The particles resurfaced just a moment later. Moreover, their numbers had greatly increased, as if more had just been produced.

The aghast youth screamed: “Master, save me!”

“Sir, please save my little disciple.” The citadel lord didn’t expect this to happen at all. His soul left his body from fear as he quickly asked Li Qiye for help.

“Don’t move about!” The Sunflower Forefather shouted: “This is an infection. The more you try to resist, the stronger it will become. You are not the ancestral vine, so it can refine you right away!”

After hearing this, Teng Jiwen couldn’t stand straight anymore from fear. He asked Li Qiye to help as well: “Sir, please save me!”

After seeing the boy’s appearance, Li Qiye laughed and shook his head: “You are exaggerating things. With me here, there’s no need to be so alarmed. It is not like I will stand by and watch you die.”

Teng Jiwen heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. With Li Qiye’s assurance, it seemed that his life would be saved.

“Not bad.” Li Qiye glanced at the particles on his body: “Not only is it untouchable as it will disperse right away, it can also spread with extreme speed. Unfortunately, it has met me.”

With a smirk, he took out the Myriad Heavenly Cauldron and easily extracted a bunch of fiery strands.

Li Qiye looked at Teng Jiwen and said: “Don’t move or resist, just let it be.”

He nodded after taking a deep breath: “I’ll keep that in mind—”

Before he could finish, Li Qiye had already begun inserting strands of fire into his body one after another. All of a sudden, he was like a ragdoll with numerous strands of fire going in and out of his body.

As these tiny fire strings drilled into his body, he didn’t feel hot at all. On the contrary, he felt cold lines running through his blood vessels. This chill seemed to be able to freeze his blood.

One would find this difficult to believe, especially if they weren’t personally experiencing it. The scorching fire from Li Qiye’s cauldron was actually cool.

After a while, he had the illusion that blood was no longer running through his body, that a cold fire had replaced it.

At this time, Li Qiye began to recall the strands of fire. In the beginning, Teng Jiwen didn’t feel anything, but shortly afterward, he felt as if very tiny particles were being pulled out along with these strands. These particles latched onto the strands and left his body.

More and more light particles attached themselves to Li Qiye’s fire, as if it was a magnet that was absorbing all of them from the youth’s body.

Teng Jiwen eventually felt his body becoming lighter. There was an indescribable sense of ease. He knew then that all of the particles had been dragged out by Li Qiye.

“Boom!” In a split second, the flame in the cauldron surged and turned vicious. It refined all of the particles taken out of Teng Jiwen’s body.

Although these particles wanted to attack, the cauldron was simply too ferocious. Under Li Qiye’s control, there was no chance for a reversal; they were incinerated right away.

“Thank you for saving my life, Sir.” Teng Jiwen was relieved and prostrated on the ground.

The citadel lord did the same and gratefully said: “Sir, your skill is unrivaled in this world.”

The forefather witnessed Li Qiye’s supreme alchemy and became relieved as well. Their citadel has finally met their savior. The ancestral vine can finally be saved…

In the next couple of days, the disciples of the citadel could feel a change in the atmosphere. The whole place became quite tense. Several days later, their ancestral vine suddenly trembled, as did the citadel. Some palaces and mountains even collapsed…

In this short period of time, all of the disciples became restless and felt that a disaster that could descend at any time was looming over their heads.

In particular, the ancestors knew the gravity of the situation. The entire citadel entered the highest state of alert and was ready to help at any time in case something happens.

These anxiety-filled days eventually came to an end. Although the disciples didn’t know what was going on, they could sense that the clouds had melted along with the dispersing mists. Some even felt that their ancestral vine’s branches were stretching as if the disaster had passed.

The ancestors finally found solace. The citadel was saved.