From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

"Ping Yizhi! This man's medical skills are divine; he's known as the 'murderous doctor'..."

Ren Yingying felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, which seemed to devour her, but she forced herself to remain calm and quickly said, "...Perhaps...perhaps he can see the clues to 'Thousand Days of Sleep,' or even find a way to alleviate or break it?"

One finger's width?!

The name struck Meng Fei like a thunderclap, instantly resounding in his mind.

That's right, how could I forget him? "The Murderous Doctor" Ping Yizhi, he is the undisputed number one medical master in the martial arts world.

To say that he could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bones might be an exaggeration, but his understanding of strange poisons and diseases is probably unparalleled in the world.

Instantly, an overwhelming sense of joy welled up inside him, washing away much of the despair and violence of the past few days.

But then, a question arose in my mind again.

"Ping Yizhi isn't dead? He's not...?"

"No," Ren Yingying quickly explained when she saw his expression change.

"He faked his death to avoid worldly troubles and devote himself to the art of medicine. Now he is living in seclusion in a remote valley."

"I see……"

Meng Fei's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He abruptly stood up and decisively ordered, "Send someone to invite... no!"

Then, he turned to Qi Sha and Ji Du, who stood by his side like shadows.

"You two, immediately follow her people and personally go to invite Ping Yizhi here."

"Remember, I want Ping Yizhi alive and unharmed. If anything goes wrong along the way..."

Then, he looked at Ren Yingying again: "Immediately arrange for a reliable person to lead the way to the valley where Ping Yizhi is located as quickly as possible, and inform him to come to Blackwood Cliff immediately. If he doesn't come, what tricks might he try..."

Seeing that things seemed to be turning around, Linghu Chong, who had been on tenterhooks, finally found an opportunity to step forward.

He first comforted Ren Yingying, then turned to Meng Fei, whose emotions had calmed down somewhat, and carefully chose his tone to persuade him: "Brother Meng, since Ping Yizhi has a way to save Miss A Luo, could you... release Yingying first? I guarantee with my life that I will do everything in my power to help you save Miss A Luo!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei's gaze swept over Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, and he pondered for a moment.

The biggest goal of capturing Ren Yingying has already been achieved. Continuing to detain her forcefully would be detrimental to us, so we might as well go with the flow.

"it is good."

Meng Fei said in a deep voice, "Considering that she revealed Ping Yizhi's whereabouts and that Brother Linghu saved Aya and Aya, I can let her go, but..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his sharp gaze fixed on Ren Yingying: "As long as she hands over the formula for the antidote to the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, I can release her immediately."

Upon hearing this, the elders and hall masters in the hall who had been forced to take the Three Corpse Brain God Pill all changed their expressions, their gazes subtly turning towards Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying bit her lower lip tightly, a struggle in her eyes. The Three Corpse Brain God Pill was an important means for the Divine Cult to control the higher-ups. Handing over the antidote would be tantamount to stripping herself of her power.

Linghu Chong grasped her icy hand and gently advised, "Yingying, your life is more important. What's wrong with handing over the antidote and its preparation to him?"

Faced with Linghu Chong's pleas and their current desperate situation, Ren Yingying finally closed her eyes and nodded with difficulty.

Then, she took out a wax pill that she kept close to her body, crushed it, and handed out a piece of silk cloth inside that was covered with tiny characters written in tiny characters.

That's the antidote recipe for the Three Corpse Brain God Pill.

"During this time, I will trouble Brother Linghu to stay at Blackwood Cliff with me. After Ping Yizhi arrives, we can discuss other matters."

His words seemed polite, but in reality, he was temporarily placing Linghu Chong under house arrest as well, both as a hostage and as insurance to ensure that Ren Yingying would not go back on her word or play any tricks.

Linghu Chong gave a wry smile, knowing that this was the best outcome at present, and nodded: "That's how it should be."

Having said that, Meng Fei said no more, waved his hand to dismiss everyone, and slowly sat on the throne that originally belonged to Ren Woxing.

His gaze fell upon the pile of various ancient texts. Although he couldn't find a solution among them, perhaps sacrificing them might yield the antidote.

Immediately, he held his breath and focused his mind on the martial arts wheel in his mind.

"Sacrifice".

With a thought, the phantom of the Martial Arts Wheel quietly appeared, and a soft beam of light shone down, enveloping all the books in front of him.

[Sacrificing a third-rate martial art: "Hundred Victories Whip" grants 1 chance to win a prize.]

[Sacrificing a third-rate martial art: Iron Shirt skill grants 1 chance to win a lottery]

[Sacrificing a second-rate martial art: "Shaoyang Gong" grants 2 chances to win a lottery]

……

The prompts flashed through my mind like a flowing stream, and one manual after another was sacrificed. The skills ranged from third-rate fist and foot techniques to various lightness skills and internal energy techniques, most of which were third-rate, with one or two second-rate manuals occasionally mixed in.

From these manuals, Meng Fei also understood that what he saw before him was not all the manuals of the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

However, even just a part of it was enough to move him.

The moment the beam of light receded, the final number displayed on the Martial Arts Roulette interface caused even Meng Fei, who was already accustomed to sacrificing secret manuals, to be deeply shaken.

Total number of lottery draws: 33!

Thirty-three times!

This is the most chances he's ever had to draw since he acquired the Martial Arts Roulette!

The Sun Moon Cult's centuries of accumulation are indeed extraordinary; even a small portion of it has yielded such an astonishing number of results.

The overwhelming surprise instantly dispelled the gloom and anxiety of the past few days, and at the same time, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart regarding the lottery results.

Without hesitation, he began drawing lots continuously.

On the roulette wheel, the pointer spun rapidly, and the light flashed again and again.

First time: "Damo Sword Technique" (second-rate).

Second dose: Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill (one pill).

Third time: "One-Word Electric Sword" (second-rate).

Fourth time: Great Rejuvenation Pill (one).

Fifth: "The Ice Heart Manual" (second-rate).

Sixth: The Knot of Hearts (a rare object).

Seventh time: The Eight Desolations and the Six Harmonies...

Eighth time: Yuanhong...

The rewards are plentiful and constantly appearing.

The martial arts manuals cover a variety of types, including swords, fists, palms, fingers, lightness skills, and internal energy cultivation, with grades ranging from third-rate to first-rate.

Besides healing and detoxifying pills, there are also various cultivation-aiding pills such as Qi-nourishing pills.

There was even a strange object that had never been seen before.

【The Knot of Unity: A wondrous object (representing unity of mind and strength)】

However, the description of this strange object is vague and brief, leaving one completely unaware of its purpose.

As one lucky draw item after another appeared, Meng Fei's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Secret techniques? Useless!

Elixirs? None can cure this strange poison or awaken someone from a deep slumber!

A strange object? A love knot? They have absolutely nothing to do with each other!

Twenty times... twenty-five times... thirty times...

Almost mechanically, with the last glimmer of hope in his heart, he used up all the remaining lottery draws.

Thirty-first: The Secret Transmission of the Five Poisons - Corrupting Heart Palm (Second-rate).

The thirty-second: A thousand-year-old ginseng plant.

The thirty-third time: the last chance... The radiance flowed and eventually condensed into a book of "Disguise Techniques".

Gone!

Thirty-three chances to win the lottery, all opportunities have been exhausted.

There is no elixir to cure the poison of the Thousand Days of Sleep.

There is no magic cure to "awaken the sleeping".

There weren't even any relevant clues or hints.

Meng Fei sat blankly on the throne, overwhelmed by a huge, indescribable disappointment.