Chapter 411: The Virgin Boy Altar
Everyone looked at Han Meng.
Qin Wen asked in surprise, "Lanshan is still a virgin?"
Han Meng’s expression turned grim. He nodded, never having imagined this would be the reason Lanshan fell into their clutches.
"Big Brother Lanshan was worried it would affect his physical conditioning, so he never cared for... that sort of thing."
"So what’s the deal with this damn Child Shrine?"
Bai Mo also looked toward the sect brother who had come to help.
The disciple explained, "They’re just a group of people who practice a special technique."
"Once you master this technique, it’s said that even someone in their seventies or eighties will still look like a child. It can’t make you grow younger, though."
"It’s a technique best learned in childhood."
He tried to comfort them, saying, "You don’t need to worry too much."
"When the Child Shrine takes in children, they really do intend to train them."
"Only after a child has cultivated to a certain level will they use the child’s body as a vessel to bring back some... old-timers."
Once it gets to that stage, there’s nothing left of them to find.
Even if they did run into members of the Child Shrine, with their current numbers, they would just be lambs walking into a tiger’s den.
"Let’s go. Back to the city to round up more people."
"This situation is more than we can handle with just a few of us..."
The disciple who had come to help took out the vial of Pills Bai Mo had given him and was about to toss it back.
"I didn’t manage to help you this time, Junior Brother. I can’t bring myself to accept these Pills..."
Bai Mo stopped him.
"Just keep them and use them, Senior Brother. They’ll be a great help to your cultivation."
"I’ve never heard of taking back a Pill I’ve given away."
...
The group hurried back to the city.
The senior brother returned to Mountain View Tower to gather reinforcements, while Bai Mo and the others went to Young Master Wang’s residence.
Instructor Sun was already awake and could barely manage to speak.
The old physician looked at Bai Mo with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped forward to greet him.
"Might you be Alchemist Bai?"
Bai Mo returned the gesture without putting on any airs.
"I am. Thank you for your trouble, honored doctor."
The old physician waved his hands hastily.
"I don’t deserve such words. This brave man survived entirely thanks to Alchemist Bai’s Pills. I merely treated his external wounds."
"This Spirit Beast also helped a great deal."
Ah Er looked on smugly from the side.
The old physician marveled at its intelligence before speaking again.
"When I was young, I also tried to dabble in the Alchemy Dao. Unfortunately, I only scratched the surface before pulling out in time."
"I wonder, might I be so fortunate as to receive a few of Alchemist Bai’s Pills? Your Pills seem to have a miraculous effect on physical injuries. The influence they exert from within is quite marvelous..."
Seeing how Instructor Sun’s injuries had stabilized, he truly wanted to study them.
Bai Mo smiled and took out a pill vial.
"Please, take it, honored doctor. It’s not anything particularly valuable..."
The men of the Demon Hunting Team often dealt with physicians like him.
Bai Mo recognized the man before him.
He was a veteran doctor in the city who ran his own clinic with two apprentices, busy from dawn till dusk.
The Loose Cultivators held his establishment in high regard.
’Giving him the Pills can be considered earning a favor for Lanshan and the others.’
The old physician was pleasantly surprised by Bai Mo’s generosity.
He definitely couldn’t afford the Spirit Stones for this vial of Pills.
Although Bai Mo said it was a gift, the old physician was still rather embarrassed. He didn’t even dare to accept a consultation fee before he left.
Instructor Sun sighed from the bed.
"Young Master Wei... I saved his life when he was a child, so he has always treated me with great respect."
"When he saw me fall with such injuries, I can’t imagine what must have gone through his mind."
"I didn’t die, but if he, in his grief, reacted rashly toward those villains... the consequences..."
Young Master Wang’s throat went dry.
Knowing the background of the perpetrators, he felt utterly powerless.
They were an existence on the same level as the Xuandao Sect.
Now, if they wanted to get the person back, their only hope was to rely on the power of the Xuandao Sect.
Bai Mo comforted him.
"Don’t worry. The Xuandao Sect and the Holy Dao Sect don’t see eye to eye. The disciples won’t just stand by and do nothing."
Young Master Wang nodded.
"Please, Shopkeeper Bai, I’m counting on your help..."
「The next day.」
A disciple from Mountain View Tower came looking for him.
"Is Junior Brother Bai here?"
Bai Mo stepped out and surveyed the eager-looking team of more than ten disciples, all of them in high spirits.
It seemed like all the competent fighters from Mountain View Tower had shown up.
A disciple in green robes smiled and said:
"Will you be joining us, Junior Brother?"
"Those people from the Child Shrine have some strange potions with various effects. It’s nasty if you get splashed."
"Junior Brother, your attainments in the Alchemy Dao are profound. You might be a great help."
Bai Mo quickly walked forward.
"You’re too kind, Senior Brother. This was my personal affair from the start. How could I possibly refuse?"
"Haha." All the disciples laughed.
A few of them brought out their Flying Ships and invited the others to board.
Luckily, it was during the Demon Beast uprising in the Celestial Barrier Mountain range, so the sect had dispatched Inner Sect Disciples to guard the city.
Otherwise, they never would have been able to gather so much combat power on such short notice.
One of the Inner Sect Disciples assigned to Immortal Arrival City said with a laugh:
"I heard that among the disciples who fought their way through the Celestial Barrier Mountains, quite a few of the injured were treated by Junior Brother Bai."
"There are even rumors that after some people recovered from their injuries, they gained a rather formidable constitution."
"Is there any truth to that?"
Bai Mo said humbly:
"It was a minor trick. I actually made quite a few Spirit Stones while my fellow disciples were gravely injured. I feel a bit guilty about it."
"Oh, get out of here..." the disciples laughed.
"If a bit of money can get us a decent constitution, we’d be more than willing."
"You all heard him! When we see those bastards from the Child Shrine, don’t hold back! We’ve got Junior Brother Bai to patch us up!"
The Flying Ships tore through the sky, drawing the gazes of countless people in Immortal Arrival City.
A Spirit Beast from the beast grounds, which was just ascending with a person on its back, was passed by a Flying Ship and could only do its best to stabilize itself.
Don’t be fooled by how they boss around the disciples of Beast Taming Peak, giving them trouble every now and then.
When it came to these Inner Sect Disciples, the beasts knew who they could and couldn’t mess with.
Before they reached Celestial Barrier Mountain, the group joking around on the Flying Ship suddenly grew serious.
In the distance, five-colored lights flared up, and from time to time, bolts of energy shot through the air before vanishing.
"It’s Brother Zheng!"
"He took some men to scout ahead. They’ve already engaged the enemy."
"Hurry!"
The owners of the Flying Ships desperately poured Spiritual Qi into the Array Patterns on their vessels.
The Array Patterns blazed with light, and the ships suddenly accelerated, hurtling toward the mountain range.
As they got closer, Bai Mo craned his neck to look.
He saw a boy in a red belly covering, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wielding a pair of maces and fighting evenly with three disciples from the Xuandao Sect.
"That’s a Cultivator from the Child Shrine!"
The boy’s mouth stretched into a wide grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
His slender arms swung the heavy twin maces as if they were extensions of his own limbs.
Every strike of the mace came down with immense force, knocking the Xuandao Sect disciples back.
That Brother Zheng took out a water flask half the size of a man and poured out streams of multi-colored energy, trying his utmost to overwhelm the boy.
"Oh! Help has arrived!"
The boy noticed Bai Mo’s group arriving. He twirled his twin maces into an impenetrable defense, then waved a hand to unleash a cloud of murky vapor.
After forcing back the three Xuandao Sect disciples, he prepared to escape.
Just then, Bai Mo’s gaze sharpened.
A Pill Furnace materialized out of thin air above the boy’s head and came crashing down.
"Nice trick!"
He struck it with one mace, and the Pill Furnace immediately shattered.
"A pity it’s not quite enough."
The boy was still smiling.
However, in that brief moment of delay, a disciple beside Bai Mo suddenly shot forward, stepping on the air.
He took seven steps through the air and appeared bizarrely in front of the boy. A bamboo pole materialized in his hand, and he brought it down in a single strike.
"Die!!"