Chapter 171 (1/2)

Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 171

Chapter 171 – He is Her Ingredient (4)

However, after she ate the ginseng a warm sensation burst out from her stomach and heat circulate throughout her whole body. In a short moment, the cold vanished, and unexpectedly, sweat percolated on her forehead.

She wiped off her sweat. ‘This ginseng is really a 100 years old! If this wasn’t the case, it wouldn’t have shown such potency!’

She shouldn’t have eaten it like a radish. She already ate it though, so she had to circulate its energy and allow it to display its full effects.

She looked at her surroundings. It was quiet without any sounds of movement, except for the wind blowing.

Surprisingly, this place was like a Shangri-la[1]. She went ashore for such a long time, but there were no legendary ferocious magical beasts in sight.

She was after all a lone existence. To stay alone in such a dangerous place wouldn’t make her feel at ease. She got up and began to move around the big stones by the lake.

Currently, the inner force inside of her had built up to a crucial point where moving around some big stone wasn’t strenuous anymore. She moved some to the East and put others to the West, arranging all of them into a certain pattern, forming an array of stones…

She had a bit of skill when it came to setting up arrays, and this was an array created using ancient Chinese divination. The formation is divided into eight gates with unlimited variations and could obstruct an army of 100,000 soldiers.

She sat in the middle of the array so that she would be protected from any magical beasts that wanted to charge inside, keeping them away from her.

When everything was properly arranged, she could finally let out a sigh of relief. She sat on that big stone and entered meditation.

She didn’t notice that not far from her position on a big tree a figure of a small child appeared.

At this moment, the apron he had worn earlier could not be seen. It has been replaced by a chinese gown, white as snow with a faint dark pattern resembling a big moon on his back. As the moonlight shone on him, the pattern seemed to come to life and faintly moved.

In the light breeze, his silver hair danced along with his white gown. The sight created a beautiful picture.

It was a pity that Ning Xuemo didn’t see it. She had already entered a state of meditation.