Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

"You think I would run away? The path of a wolf is only forward, never retreat!"

Yanqing made a gesture with two fingers, and several flying swords blocked Hu Lei's steps toward March 7th.

"Why isn't Feixiao here yet? These brats are so boring!" Hu Lei waved his hand to brush aside the flying swords, which he saw as nothing more than hardened willow catkins.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, "If this continues, I'm going to kill them all!"

Yanqing and the others remained silent, focusing solely on their attack.

Hu Lei's strength far exceeded their expectations. Bu Lizhan was indeed not to be underestimated, even after seven hundred years of not eating a drop of water and being subjected to constant torture.

"Wan Jian, come from heaven!"

Yanqing leaped onto the flying sword, moving like a graceful swallow in flight. The icy aura clung to the blade, slicing through Hu Lei's body.

Tiny shards of ice fell from Hu Lei's body, instantly vaporizing in his blood aura.

"Not bad! But it's far from enough!"

"My body is immortal, your swords are as weak as weeds!"

With a kick, he sent Yanqing flying, who was standing close by.

"I'm tired of this... let's stop here!"

Hu Lei stretched out his huge wolf claws and grabbed Yan Qing in his hand. Yan Qing tried to strike with his sword, but only sparks flew.

A moment of dizziness washed over him, his pupils went out of focus, and Hu Lei suddenly felt weak. He unconsciously loosened his grip on Yan Qing's hand.

"…what happened?"

Chapter 203 Martial Arts Demonstration, Recollections

Jiaoqiu lay weakly in the corner, several claw marks tearing through his chest cavity, deep enough to expose the bone.

Even so, he did not utter a cry of anguish, fearing that more people would be caught in the crossfire and die.

Hu Lei looked down at him and said, "For hunting, secrets are an indispensable weapon. Those without secrets are merely prey, torn apart and dying a miserable death."

Jiaoqiu slightly raised her head.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, "So, in your eyes, I'm already a prey with no secrets, waiting to die at any moment?"

Hu Lei said, "I have torn away your disguise and defenses layer by layer. I know all the secrets you and the general you serve are hiding."

You have no value anymore.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, "But Zhan Shou also told me his secret, and I know it all."

“You’ll never need it,” Hure sneered. “You’ll be buried here with it. But you’re still a lucky guy…”

"After all, you don't have to live to witness the tragic future your general will face."

"I think he understands his fate better than you do—"

"One day, he will be suppressed by the Moon Frenzy more and more fiercely in the battle, and finally be torn to pieces in the transformation and rage."

Hu Lei raised his head and looked at the Jingfeng warship.

“Even the god you worship cannot save her from this fate... On the contrary, He can bring her relief.”

He slapped his chest with his right hand, saying, "And the only cure is in my hands."

Jiaoqiu retorted, "So, you're the healer and I'm the healer, aren't you? Are you really that confident in your judgment?"

Hu Lei took two steps forward, his entire body casting a shadow over Jiao Qiu.

"I should go now, fox-man. Before you leave, you know what I need to do, right?"

He certainly knew that "drinking blood wine...the Buli people's war custom was to kill prisoners and drink their blood before going into battle to incite madness..."

Hu Lei looked at him with pity. "You've really put a lot of effort into studying us... but your path ends here."

Sharp wolf claws tore through flesh and blood, lifting the pepper mound like a chick, and a stench wafted over.

Jiaoqiu's collarbone shattered instantly, and rows of teeth, like daggers, embedded themselves deeply into his flesh.

As he sucked, the remaining blood dripped onto the ground through the gaps.

"Ah ah ah..."

Jiaoqiu's body trembled and struggled uncontrollably.

The excruciating pain spread throughout his body, and the loss of blood made him even weaker, and even his moans gradually subsided.

"On the Jingfeng warship, Feixiao was leaning on the railing, looking furious."

"Hurray... I knew I shouldn't have let you die so quickly, my poor Pepper Hill."

"Jiaoqiu smiled and used a feather fan to fan Feixiao."

"General, please calm down. I'm perfectly fine now. Besides, Hu Lei has been executed, and you've cured Yue Kuang. You should be happy."

With a wave of his hand, a transparent interface appeared. "Heh, how about participating in the martial arts ceremony for fun?"

Feixiao quickly waved his hand, "I don't want to bully them. But then I thought, it's quite interesting, why don't I sign up to be a judge?"

"Slide your index finger across the screen, 'Hmm, this will do. Cooking judges… Jiaoqiu, are you participating?'"

"Okay. Hot pot counts as a delicacy, right?" As Jiaoqiu was thinking, Feixiao helped him sign up.

"Uh... I don't need to think about it anymore."

"Ding! Feixiao has sufficient privileges. Judge No. 3 for the cooking competition."

"Ding! Pepper Hill's conditions are met, contestant number 69 in the cooking competition."

"As the video played above the martial arts arena, all the spectators who had already entered were completely absorbed in it."

"Go, Yanqing Xiaowei! Down with Hulei! How dare he treat the physician Jiaoqiu like that!"

"Oh my god... this atmosphere is so awesome! March 7th, go go go... I'm your fan!"

"Damn it! You bastard... Hurry! Give me back my Qiuqiuhu..."

"It seems Hulei has been deceived by Jiaoqiu. He still thinks Jiaoqiu is just a healer and believes he has everything under control."

“Tell me more, and I’ll know Jiaoqiu definitely has a backup plan.”

Xing Xiang waved his fists wildly, completely immersed in the atmosphere, shouting, "March 7th! March 7th! Yun Li! Yan Qing! Down with Hu Lei! Give me back Jiao Qiu!"

"Ahem, Xing. Let's keep a low profile, lots of people are looking for us." March 7th pulled Xing aside.

"Danheng scanned the area and noticed that some die-hard fans were approaching."

"Hurry, let's go to the lounge. Himeko and Welt are waiting for us."

Xingyi took one last look with reluctance, then turned and followed the two away.

"This kind of event is made for me, Galaxy Baseball Man. I have to sign up for the game."

"If my star had not been born, the competition would have remained shrouded in eternal darkness!"

"Martial arts...report! Arm wrestling...report! E-sports...I'm an expert! Cooking...I want to be a judge..."

"This is so lively! Traveler, let's go check it out over there." A floating emergency food ration led the way.

Ying stopped in her tracks. "Wait, I think I saw my brother... but he's gone. Am I seeing things?"

Paimon looked around, "Where? Where... there's nothing there."

"Hey, isn't that the water goddess Funyna, the Traveler?" Paimon grabbed a strand of Luminous's hair and pointed to the side.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Paimon, are you trying to kill me?! Let go of me, let's go find Fou!"

"Walter placed a cup of tea in front of Himeko Murata."

"Himeko, do you remember what happened back then?"

Himeko Murata shook her head. "At the time, I was in a daze. I only vaguely felt that I had entered a strange space, and then I felt very comfortable and fell asleep comfortably."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip. "I woke up on your sofa. I wonder if they're alright."

"She would have had a drink before, but having just gone through a life-or-death experience, she's still not at peace."

"Walter was just about to offer a few words of comfort when suddenly a man with flowing blond hair walked gracefully toward the audience from the window."

“Otto…” Walter blurted out, then thought for a moment. “No, it could also be Rakshasa. But Rakshasa isn’t here… So it must be Otto Apocalypse!”

“Bishop of Destiny!” Walter turned and opened the door to chase after him, but there was no one there, no one there, still no one there.

His hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

"Hi, Uncle Yang, we're back." A clear and pleasant voice rang out, and Walter, his displeasure gone, smiled and welcomed them.

Jiaoqiu, his consciousness fading, was lost in memories.

The young Feixiao's voice asked, "You... are the physician Jiaoqiu?"

Jiaoqiu asked coldly, "What do you want from me?"

"I heard that you were the one who saved me back then?"

Jiaoqiu chuckled lightly, "No need to be so polite."

"If you are a healer, can you cure my Moon Madness?"

The girl's innocent words were filled with expectation.

Jiaoqiu countered and advised, "What good will it do if you're cured? Will you go back to the battlefield to die again? Take my advice, child, your physical condition is not suitable for going to the battlefield."

The young Feixiao asked in a slightly cold tone, "Then, can you cure war?"

"What did you say?" Jiaoqiu asked, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I'm just a healer! All I can do is—"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Feixiao: "So, what you can do is heal us and let us heal the war."

"How arrogant you are, young lady! This war has lasted for thousands of years and will continue! Talking about healing the war is nothing but suicide!"

Feixiao looked intently at Jiaoqiu.

"Just like you doctors who risk your lives to save others, there will still be disease and death in this world. We will continue to fight."

“I cannot speak for those who are no longer here. But I know that General Tsukiyu... and all the warriors who went and never returned did not die in vain.”

The voice grew louder and louder.

"They are doing this so that more people can return to their hometowns alive, just like you did."

Jiaoqiu was lost in thought...

Feixiao's eyes were resolute, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Jiaoqiu, I command you! Heal me!"

The canvas was pitch black, and Jiaoqiu's handwriting slowly emerged.

How can I get a picky eater to eat green peppers?

Chapter 204 Stumbling Powder

How to get a suspicious wolf to take poison?

"I've already told you the answer."

After Hu Lei left, Jiao Qiu crawled slowly and laboriously to the wall.

Bloodstains were left on the ground.

The brief action caused Jiaoqiu to cough painfully.

He has done the best he could.

"...A person without secrets...is merely prey, torn apart and left to die a miserable death."

"Drink my blood to your heart's content... Hurray. Unfortunately, I am not without secrets. I still harbor a trivial secret..."

Jiaoqiu smiled with relief, "The Stagger Powder... I drank it long ago, and the poison has spread throughout my body... Sooner or later... it will take effect on you."

"The most potent poison in the world... if it can save an innocent life, then it can be called a good medicine..."

“I will do my best to heal… Feixiao, I have kept my promise. With this insignificant life…”