One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

After finishing the last one, beads of sweat appeared on Chen Qi's forehead.

As he sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing, Grandma Bai came over and asked mysteriously.

"Kid, is your master...?"

Chen Qi raised his index finger and put it to his lips. The old hedgehog immediately understood and chuckled as he changed the subject.

"Children! Bring the spirit fruit!"

The little white fairies got busy again. This time, the fruit platter they brought contained several strange fruits that shimmered with golden light.

Fengping's eyes widened.

"This is... a century-old Vermilion Fruit?"

"Eat yours!"

Bai 623's great-grandmother patted the back of his head with her paw, but turned to Chen Qi with a gentle smile.

"Master Tiantong, try this; it's good for restoring your vitality."

Chen Qi did not refuse and took a red fruit and ate it.

Once the fruit enters the stomach, it transforms into a warm current that travels throughout the body.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Great-Grandma, are there any in the valley...?"

"Shh-"

The old hedgehog looked around nervously.

"I'll take you to see it tonight."

As night fell, the mist in White Fairy Valley glowed with a fluorescent light.

Chen Qi followed Grandma Bai to the depths of the volcanic lake, where there was a hidden cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, he felt the surging energy of heaven and earth.

"Earth vein nodes?"

Chen Qi stared in surprise at the clear spring in the center of the cave.

The spring water shimmered with a jade-like hue, and primordial energy floated on its surface.

Grandma Bai proudly raised her head.

"A secret that the old woman has kept for three hundred years."

It suddenly lowered its voice.

"But recently the spring water has become murky..."

Chapter 285 is a decoy

Chen Qi squatted down and gently touched the water's surface with his fingers.

The spring water suddenly surged, reflecting a blurry image—Tokyo Tower, a crowd of people dressed in hunting robes, and... a bloodstained dagger.

"really."

Chen Qi withdrew his finger.

"They're going to disturb the earth's veins."

Grandma Bai's thorns all stood up.

"Those Japanese?"

"The Grand Palace Chieftain, whose spying I have severed, will surely retaliate."

Chen Qi gazed at the spring water, which had returned to calm.

"The Tokyo Grand Festival... is a front."

The old hedgehog was so anxious that it kept spinning in circles.

"What should we do? Report it to the company?"

Chen Qi shook his head.

"Treat the wounded first."

His eyes sparkled with golden light.

"I need to prepare some things."

Suddenly, a rapid "squeaking" sound came from outside the cave.

A little white fairy rushed in, making complicated gestures with its front paws.

Grandma Bai's expression changed drastically after reading it.

Chang Xian has been attacked!

Chen Qi had already rushed towards the cave entrance.

"I go."

"and many more!"

The old hedgehog threw something over.

"Bring this with you!"

Chen Qi caught it; it was a thorn as white as jade.

The moment he touched it, he felt a strange connection with the entire White Fairy Valley.

Without another word, he disappeared outside the cave.

Grandma Bai gazed in the direction he had left, murmuring to herself.

"So similar... to that Taoist master from back then..."

A thin mist lingered on the island in the middle of the lake, and morning dew rolled on the grass blades, refracting a rainbow of colors.

Chen Qi walked along the wet, mossy path, his boots crushing a few unknown wildflowers, their fragrance mingling with the earthy smell of the soil.

"Young friend Chen, we've been waiting for you!"

A clear, melodious voice pierced through the mist, and three zhang ahead, an old man in white robes stood leaning on a sandalwood cane, facing the wind.

The old man had a rosy complexion like a baby's, with a striking cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. A brass gourd hung from his waist, jingling as he raised his hand.

Chen Qi clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Senior Bai Xian".

"Don't be so polite!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Bai Xian suddenly sent dozens of small hedgehogs darting out of the bushes behind him. They formed two columns, each standing upright with its front paws holding fresh wild fruit and its eyes darting around.

This display of force made Chen Qi raise an eyebrow.

He noticed that the spines on the backs of these little hedgehogs had a metallic sheen, and when they were arranged in a row, they made a metallic clanging sound.

"Taste this."

Bai Xian untied the wine gourd, flicked the mouth of the gourd with his fingertip, and a stream of amber wine flew out and landed precisely in the jade cup that had appeared in front of Chen Qi at some point.

The aroma of the wine exploded instantly, and Chen Qi felt a sense of relief wash over him.

He looked down and saw tiny golden specks floating on the surface of the wine, like fireflies on a summer night.

"Monkey wine?"

Chen Qi recalled the records in ancient books.

"It is said that this wine requires a clever monkey to gather a hundred fruits and brew it in a tree hole for three years before it is ready."

Bai Xian clapped his hands and laughed.

"Good eye! But there's one more step in the process for making this wine—"

He suddenly lowered his voice.

“Each jar has been nurtured by my little hedgehog using its own quills for forty-nine days.”

Chen Qi said no more, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The liquor burned like fire as it entered his throat, but in an instant it transformed into a warm, gentle stream, flowing through his body along his meridians.

A wound on his left arm, corroded by Yin Qi, healed at a visible speed, and the depleted Qi in his dantian was replenished.

"One more cup, please."

Chen Qi handed the jade cup forward.

This time, he deliberately slowed down his movements and discovered that the wine displayed a rainbow halo under the sunlight, and the faint shadowy image of a hedgehog could be seen moving around at the bottom of the glass.

Bai Xian paused while pouring the wine.

"Ordinary people get drunk after three cups and pass out after five."

Chen Xiaoyou drank two cups without changing his expression; truly worthy of being called...

He suddenly stopped there and asked a question instead.

"Is the injury getting better?"

"Thank you, senior. I'm much better now."

As Chen Qi felt the surging vitality within him, he suddenly realized that the effect of the second cup of wine was 30% weaker than that of the first.

He glanced thoughtfully at the gourd at Bai Xian's waist, and (Wang Lehao) vaguely guessed that the production of this wine was probably limited.

As the fog dissipated, the entire island in the middle of the lake was revealed.

The island's buildings are all made of intertwined living trees, and wind chimes woven from snake skins hang from the eaves.

In the southeast corner, there was an open space where a dozen wounded people lay on stretchers woven from vines, each with a hedgehog perched on their head, its quills dripping emerald green liquid.

"Brother Chen!"

Fengping emerged from behind a beech tree, his robe stained with mud.

"Senior Bai Xian's medical skills are amazing! Brother Lü's broken bones have been set!"

Chen Qi nodded and turned to Bai Xian, solemnly clasping his hands in greeting.

"Thank you so much, senior, for saving my brothers."

Chapter 286 Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda

Bai Xian waved his hand and lightly tapped the ground with his wooden staff.

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Besides..."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"I was just looking for a few top disciples."

Seeing Chen Qi's puzzled expression, Bai Xian explained.

"The five great immortal families of Northeast China—Fox, Weasel, White Tiger, Willow, and Gray Fox—each have their own strengths. My Bai family lineage specializes in medicine, but unfortunately..."

He sighed.

"Over the years, the disciples under my tutelage have been of mediocre talent, unable to even perform a decent binding technique."

Upon hearing the words "binding the orifice," Chen Qi's pupils constricted slightly.

He had seen records of this in ancient books from Longhu Mountain, which is a key step for shamanic practitioners to invite spirits to possess them.

"Senior, would you like to forge a good relationship with us?"

Lu Jin's voice suddenly interrupted.

He appeared in the shadows of a tree three meters behind Chen Qi, playing with a copper coin in his hand.

Bai Xian smiled without answering, but her gaze swept over everyone, and she suddenly frowned when she saw Wang Ai.

Wang Ai was secretly reaching for a wounded soldier's storage bag when she suddenly felt a thorn in her back. She looked up and met Bai Xian's gaze, and froze on the spot.