After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

In the pavilion in the backyard of the General's Mansion, the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops could be clearly heard.

Faced with Xiao Wuji's sarcastic remark that he only cared about killing and not burying, the usually arrogant and domineering plague god Lü Yue could only awkwardly rub his hands, his blue-indigo face turning purple, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

He genuinely hadn't considered the antidote. In his view, as long as the poison could get rid of the enemy, that was enough; who would bother researching how to save someone?

Seeing Lü Yue scratching his head in frustration, Xiao Wuji shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, if we rely on our martial uncle, the soldiers of Jiepai Pass will probably be buried with the Xiqi army."

Xiao Wuji stood up, not angry. He casually took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and walked straight to the deep well in the courtyard used for drawing water.

Xiao Wuji pulled out the bottle stopper and tilted his wrist slightly.

A drop of viscous, mercury-like liquid slid down from the bottle opening.

The moment that drop of liquid fell, the originally dim night seemed to be lit up.

Golden sunlight, silver moonlight, and purple starlight—three distinct yet perfectly blended lights—flowed and faded in that single drop of water, exuding a pure and ultimate vitality of creation.

"Tick-tock".

Water droplets fell into the deep well.

In an instant, the water in the well began to boil violently, and the originally clear water was instantly tinged with a faint tri-colored fluorescent light. A refreshing fragrance gushed out from the well and instantly filled the entire General's Mansion.

"Xu Gai," Xiao Wuji said, putting the stopper on the bottle and turning to give the order.

"Take some men and draw water from this well, dilute it in a large vat, and give each of the brothers who have accidentally inhaled the poisonous miasma a bowl."

"And feed the one in the water dungeon, and those prisoners as well."

Although Xu Gai didn't know what kind of divine power this was, just smelling the fragrance made his tired body feel relaxed. He immediately accepted the order and led his guards to fetch water from the sky.

Only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Exclamations erupted from the front yard. The soldiers, who had been dizzy and feverish, had their internal plagues melt away completely after drinking the well water, like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

Moreover, the hidden wounds and scars left on their bodies from past battles were all washed away by this vitality, and new flesh grew, making them full of energy and blood, as if they had been reborn.

Inside the pavilion, Lü Yue paid no attention to the commotion in the front yard.

From the moment that drop of water appeared, this ancestor of poisons seemed to be frozen in place, staring intently at the deep well, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He rushed to the well, disregarding his image, and lay down on the edge, greedily inhaling the lingering scent of creation, his body trembling violently with extreme excitement.

"Gold, silver, and purple... the three waters unite, creating boundless wonders..."

Lu Yue turned around abruptly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Wuji was no longer that of an elder looking at a junior, but was filled with a kind of awe that was almost like that of a pilgrim.

"Nephew, was that the legendary 'Three Lights Divine Water' that you just dripped down, capable of reviving the dead and healing flesh and bone?"

Lü Yue's voice was trembling.

He knew all too well the value of this thing. Everything in the universe has its counterpart; when the Three Lights Divine Water is separated, it is the most potent poison in the world, but when combined, it becomes the absolute nemesis of all poisons.

Not to mention his Hidden Dragon Plague, even a poison pill refined by a sage can be cured by this water!

"Uncle-Master has a good eye." Xiao Wuji played with the jade bottle and smiled noncommittally.

Upon receiving confirmation, Lü Yue gasped in shock.

This is the Divine Water of the Three Lights!

It could only exist in the Eight Treasures Glazed Bottle of the Primordial Celestial Venerable. My own junior disciple just casually dripped a drop into the well to save a few mortal soldiers.

At this moment, Lü Yue was completely convinced by Xiao Wuji. The novel, "A Hundred Years of Guarding the Gates of Godhood, I Driven the Heavenly Sage Mad," is full of classic quotes; come find resonance!

Despite being a third-generation disciple, he possesses exceptional cultivation, ruthless formations, and numerous trump cards, even casually producing such a heaven-defying sacred medicine. This junior disciple is utterly enigmatic.

……

The area inside Jiepai Pass was teeming with life, while the Xiqi camp, thirty miles away, was shrouded in gloom and despair.

A white streak rushed in from the east and crashed heavily outside the gate.

The Old Man of the South Pole held a purple-gold gourd in his hands, with Yang Jian beside him, both of them with joy on their faces.

"The antidote has arrived! The soldiers are saved!"

Before the old man of the South Pole had even dissipated his escape light, he couldn't wait to shout out loud. He had already mentally rehearsed the grand scene of Jiang Ziya leading his generals in gratitude.

However, the smile on his face froze the moment he stepped into the camp.

He was greeted not by a well-organized army, nor by Jiang Ziya's welcoming gesture.

Instead, the ground was a complete mess.

The tattered flags were soaked in the muddy, blood-stained hollows, and countless tents were crushed to pieces by the iron hooves of warhorses.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and rotting corpses, and all that could be heard were the desperate cries of the wounded soldiers with broken arms and legs.

"What... what's going on?"

The Antarctic Immortal's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost dropped the purple-gold gourd in his hand.

He only went to Huoyun Cave to ask for some medicine, and he was only gone for a few days at most. How did this camp turn into a living hell?

"Senior brother..."

A hoarse, mournful voice, as if it had crawled out of a grave, rang out not far away.

The Old Man of the South Pole turned his head to look.

Jiang Ziya was seen with disheveled hair, and his once neat Taoist robe was now covered in mud.

He staggered out of a pile of ruins, leaning on his God-Slaying Whip. His face was ashen, his eyes sunken, making him look like a lonely ghost who had just lost his parents.

"Ziya! What on earth happened?"

The Old Man of the South Pole grabbed Jiang Ziya's shoulder, his voice urgent.

"Where's Dajun? Where's Lei Zhenzi? Where are Li Jing and the others?"

Startled by his sudden movement, Jiang Ziya's eyes welled up with tears, which streamed down his dust-covered cheeks.

"No...it's all gone..."

Jiang Ziya's voice was filled with endless despair and desolation:

"No sooner had you left than Xiao Wuji took advantage of the army's poisoning and inability to resist, opened the city gates, and released 50,000 Jiepai Pass cavalry..."

Antarctic Immortal's mind went blank for a moment, a deeply ominous premonition rising within him: "What about my disciples of the Chan Sect?"

Jiang Ziya swallowed hard, his lips trembling as he reported to his superior:

"Lei Zhenzi's nephew had his wings smashed off by Xiao Wuji's Heaven-Turning Seal, his flesh and bones turned to mud, and his true spirit was listed on the list. Long Xu Hu, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu were all trampled to pieces by the iron hooves of the chaotic army."

"Generals Li Jing, Huang Feihu, and Deng Jiugong were unable to resist due to the plague and were captured alive by the enemy using specially made ropes. They are probably being escorted to Chaoge now."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The Antarctic Immortal stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

He looked down at the antidote in his hand, which he had obtained from Shennong after enduring humiliation, and suddenly felt that it was a huge joke.

The antidote has been obtained, but half of the people who needed to be saved have already been killed and the other half captured.

"Xiao... Wu... Ji..."

With a roar that pierced the sky, the Antarctic Immortal's eyes were about to burst, his white hair stood on end, and his terrifying killing intent, at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level, swept across the entire sky like a tangible force.

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