Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 1367: Chapter 747: Spiritual Energy_2 Chapter 1367: Chapter 747: Spiritual Energy_2 “Brother Mitchell! How are you doing?” a young man urgently asked, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes revealing unmistakable concern.

“Big brother! You must hang in there!” Another voice responded, belonging to a burly man, his voice slightly hoarse, yet filled with determination.

“Are you alright? Nothing serious, right?” A gentle female voice asked, as she softly stroked Richard Mitchell’s forehead, trying to offer him some comfort.

Everyone was deeply concerned, but could only watch helplessly as the poison rapidly spread through Richard Mitchell’s hand, their hearts filled with helplessness and anxiety. They all knew that the poison was extremely potent, and the consequences of not dealing with it promptly were unimaginable. Official source is novel·fire.net

“My god, it’s just Collecting Spiritual Medicine, why is it this difficult?” A crisp female voice suddenly exclaimed, filled with confusion and complaint, “Sister Abigail had issues, and now big brother you too. What is going on?”

The speaker was a young girl in the team, looking at Richard Mitchell’s pale face, her heart filled with worry. She couldn’t help but recall Abigail’s fall from mid-air earlier, feeling as if everything was like a nightmare.

Abigail stood aside, observing the different ways the team treated Richard and herself, feeling bitter. She admitted that she had been impulsive and willful before, leading to her own injury. But now seeing Richard also in trouble, a surge of inexplicable emotion welled up inside her.

She knew, Richard was now the pillar of their team, their leader. Unlike her who just muddled through, Richard was truly capable and responsible. She herself had to follow Richard, taking him as a guide, not to mention the others.

On their journey, nearly everyone saw Richard as their leader. He always stepped up at crucial moments to solve problems for everyone. Now that he was in trouble, it was natural for everyone to feel lost.

“Brother Mitchell, you must hold on!” A crisp voice rang out again, from a young cultivator in the team, “We will definitely find a way to save you!”

Others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with resolve and determination. They knew they couldn’t give up, they must find a way to save Richard.

“Everyone, don’t panic, let’s think of a solution,” a calm voice said, from a sage in the team, “Although this poison is fierce, there must be an Antidote. As long as we find the Antidote, we can definitely save Brother Mitchell.”

His words stabilized everyone a bit, and they began to brainstorm and think of solutions. Although still filled with anxiety and unease, they knew they could not give up hope. They had to find a way to save Richard and get him back on his feet to lead them forward.

Richard sat cross-legged on the ground, rapidly pressing on several key acupoints on his body, trying to use his own Inner Strength to suppress the rampant poison. Though his movements were quick and precise, his face was still pale and weak, with sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“I’m still okay, not dying yet,” Richard gritted through the pain, managing a weak smile, trying to reassure the worried people around him. Despite his faint voice, it carried an undeniable firmness.

Abigail also chimed in, her eyes shimmering with concern and anxiety, “Yes, the poison has not yet reached the heart meridians, it seems there’s still some time, we should be fine for now.” Her words carried a hint of comfort, but more so concern about Richard’s condition.

However, no one really paid her any attention; everyone’s gaze was tightly fixed on Richard, as if he was their only hope at that moment. A sense of inexplicable sorrow surged in Abigail’s heart, but she also understood, at this critical moment, Richard really was the central figure for everyone.

“Brother Mitchell, what should we do now? How can we collect the Spiritual Medicine?” someone couldn’t help but ask, his voice tinged with confusion and helplessness. This question was also the most pressing concern in everyone’s heart at the moment.

However, Richard Mitchell didn’t immediately give an answer. He was closing his eyes tightly, seemingly deep in thought. Not only him, but everyone else also lowered their heads, feeling utterly dejected. They all knew Richard Mitchell’s silence indicated the severity of the issue; the Spiritual Medicine was crucial for them, and now they couldn’t collect it due to the toxins–how could they not feel desperate?

At this moment, suddenly, a figure dropped by their side. The figure was agile and swift, the force neither light nor heavy, but enough to attract their attention. Everyone followed the sound and saw, to their shock, it was Logan, drenched in blood.

Logan’s figure was somewhat disheveled. His clothes were smeared with blood and mud, but his eyes remained determined and bright. He glanced at Richard Mitchell and then scanned the surrounding people, seemingly understanding the situation instantly.

“Richard, what happened to you?” Logan asked anxiously, his voice filled with concern and worry. He quickly walked over to Richard Mitchell, crouched down, and checked his injuries.

Richard Mitchell barely opened his eyes, looked at Logan, and gave a wry smile: “It’s nothing, just accidentally got pricked by the Spiritual Medicine’s Poison Thorn. What about you? Have you found any clues or an Antidote?”

Logan shook his head, his expression grave, “I’ve looked around, the toxin of this Spiritual Medicine is indeed powerful, and there’s no Antidote nearby. However, I discovered a strange phenomenon that might help us.”

At these words, everyone crowded around, their eyes shimmering with hope. They knew Logan was always extraordinarily intelligent; perhaps he truly could find a solution.

“What phenomenon? Tell us quickly!” someone asked impatiently.

Logan took a deep breath and slowly said, “I noticed that the toxin of this Spiritual Medicine seems to react to a specific type of Spirit Grass. If we can find that Spirit Grass, perhaps we can create an Antidote for this toxin.”

Logan had also observed them, but only gave them a fleeting glance, his eyes not lingering for a moment. His steps were steady; to him, this group appeared just like passersby, not drawing much of his attention. This dismissive attitude made everyone present feel somewhat uncomfortable.

They looked at each other, the atmosphere slightly awkward. After all, in the previous cave, they had been moved by some of Logan’s statements and even developed a slightly inciting camaraderie. However, when Logan had faced danger, none of them had offered help, and now he had extricated himself from danger with his own strength, making them feel somewhat guilty.