Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The group boiled the Mountain Frost Lotuses with water. They soon served bowls of the remedy to the patients.

“Damn it, they are only giving it to their own people. These selfish pricks!” Zhao Manyan was displeased when he saw the other teams had received the antidote first.

“Why are those who aren’t sick drinking it too?” Jiang Shaoxu pointed out.

“Apparently they are drinking it as a preventive measure. The disease is pretty odd. It feels like anyone might fall ill at any second. They are afraid they will fall ill next, so they all drank the remedy too,” Mo Fan said.

While they were talking, Kuma finally sent someone over to give them the remedy. She seemed to be pleased with Mo Fan’s contributions at the cliff.

“Do we all have to drink it?” Mo Fan asked.

“Yes for everyone’s sake,” Kuma said.

They brought the remedy to Lingling and Mu Ningxue. Its pleasant aroma was energizing. Mo Fan took a sip before feeding it to them to make sure it did not have any side effects.

Apas was standing beside him. She kept staring into the bowl Mo Fan was holding.

“I think you shouldn’t feed it to them,” Apas said.

“What do you mean?” Mo Fan looked at her.

“Us medusae have a great sense of smell. For example, if something poisonous is placed in front of us, no matter how alluring and delicious it seems, our instincts will stop us from eating it like other brainless creatures. There’s something fishy about its aroma,” Apas said.

“But I didn’t feel anything after drinking it,” Mo Fan said.

“Of course you’re fine. You’re almost immune to poison because of the Black Snake Armor,” Apas pointed out.

The Black Snake Armor was able to protect Mo Fan from most poisons, but it was not necessarily effective against certain Poison Spells. Mo Fan had yet to find himself a new suit of Armor.

“Oh, I almost forgot about that… but the others seem to have recovered after drinking it.” Mo Fan looked at the other patients.

The guy called Parker had been the first to fall ill. His condition was the worst, but he was immediately filled with energy after he drank the remedy.

“They won’t die anytime soon. You better observe them for a little longer. It’s not too late to feed them the medicine if nothing happens to the others,” Apas said.

Mo Fan thought about it. He believed in Apas’ instincts when it was related to nature.

Apas’ ability to predict danger was an innate talent of their species, and more impressive than Mo Fan’s Dark Vein. They had a strong awareness of other creatures and their surroundings.

Mo Fan believed it was necessary to respect a Medusa’s warning.

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“Great, everyone has recovered!”

“This Mountain Frost Lotus is pretty useful. The patients are feeling a lot better after drinking the remedy. They even feel more energetic than before. If the Mountain Frost Locus already has such magical uses, won’t the Sacred Lotus at the top of Tianshan Mountain be able to bring the dead back to life or extend a person’s lifespan?” Gavin blurted out excitedly.

“Yeah, let’s set out right away. We can’t let something so valuable fall into others’ hands.”

“Let’s go, there’s nothing to be afraid of in the Rift Valley!”

The Mailong Private Military Group was suddenly motivated after they found the cure to the disease. They could not wait to venture deeper into the mountain.

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The disease had slowed the group down significantly, but the Mailong Private Military Group finally continued on with its mission. Everyone’s stamina had improved after consuming the remedy. Not a single person complained about fatigue.

“Team nine, send someone to scout this path over here,” Gavin said.

“I’ll do it,” Jiang Yu said.

“I’ll go with you.” Nanyu was worried about Jiang Yu.

The two followed the path Gavin was pointing to. The group soon discovered a few crossroads branching off it. Kuma assigned the other teams to scout the paths.

There were too many forks along the way. The group soon discovered a few more unexplored canyons.

The group was further split up. The ninth team only had a few members left. Some of the patients on the team still had not recovered. Mo Fan had no choice but to ask Zhao Manyan to keep an eye on them.

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“It’s too inconvenient like this. Should we let them drink the medicine too? It doesn’t seem like there’s any problem after so long,” Zhao Manyan asked Apas.

Zhao Manyan and Apas had stayed behind to look after the others.

“Walden, don’t just sit there and do nothing. Go patrol the area with those guys and make sure there isn’t any danger nearby,” the captain of the tenth team said.

“Oh, got it!” Walden nodded. He immediately rose to his feet.

As a rookie, patrolling under someone’s lead was a great way to gain experience. However, Walden noticed the gorgeous girl staring at him in a weird way. He blushed when their eyes met.

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Walden followed four other mercenaries to scout the path that was opposite the direction of the wind. They were soon over a kilometer away from the group.

“Walden, go check out the cave down there,” Li Yu said.

“There’s nothing in it.”

“I said check it again!” Li Yu demanded.

Walden did not dare oppose the old mercenary, and went into the cave. It was pitch-black, even the faintest light devoured by the darkness. Walden purposely looked Li Yu in the eyes. He noticed a strange look in them… Walden immediately recalled the way the little girl was looking at him before he left.

“Was he trying to…” Walden felt a great chill behind him.

Walden turned around and saw black gas rising from Li Yu’s body, whose eyes were glittering like a ferocious beast. Walden immediately felt his hair standing on its end!

The man was trying to kill him!

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Many people had now moved away from the group. Only a few had stayed behind to keep a lookout for demon creatures.

Mu Ningxue was lying in her tent, breathing with difficulty. She had no clue why Mo Fan had not let her drink the medicine, but she believed in his judgment.

She was still fully awake when she heard footsteps outside the tent.

They did not belong to Zhao Manyan or Apas. The footsteps were heavier, and were accompanied by a strong presence.