Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1424 - 1417: Bring Back the Antidote

Chapter 1424: Chapter 1417: Bring Back the Antidote

"Go to Hell and wait for your old man, we’ll take good care of Yichuan Ying," Cheng Ziang whispered in his ear, "and by the way, we’re not from the Shadow Edict, we’re from the Demon Clan."

"The Demon Clan, Zisu’s kin..." Yichuan Yong’s eyes widened, and before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Ziang slashed his throat with a dagger.

The Kedal metal blade was exceedingly sharp; although it was called a slashing of the throat, Cheng Ziang’s cut nearly decapitated him.

Cheng Ziang had no regrets about killing Yichuan Yong. Once he learned that Yichuan Yong was involved in the conspiracy against Yichuan Ying, there was no way he was going to let him go.

Simply because she could not cultivate, Yichuan Ying had no status within her family, something Cheng Ziang couldn’t fathom. What’s more, he could not accept that this was considered the norm in society.

If it weren’t for a flaw in his cognition, it must be that this country had been sick for too long, to the extent that even Yichuan Ying regarded it as normal and indulged in desperate self-abandonment.

Wiping the blood splattered on his face, Cheng Ziang rose and left the Treasure House. Before departing, he turned back for a final glance at the soon-to-be-activated Magic Array, along with the splendid decorations and countless treasures.

Upon reaching the entrance, Feng, seeing him safe, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and with a worried look said, "I heard noise inside, but I didn’t dare enter, because you asked me to stay out here."

"You did well. Yichuan Yong was hiding inside, but I just took care of him," Cheng Ziang said with a smile, comfortingly patting her on the head.

"That’s good." Hearing Cheng Ziang’s reassurance, Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, having been staring at the bloodstains on his body.

"Let’s go, this place will explode soon," Cheng Ziang continued.

"Hmm!" Feng nodded vigorously.

"Has someone been here just now?" As they walked along, Cheng Ziang observed the bodies scattered nearby on the ground and couldn’t help but ask.

"Hmm, a group of people came, but I dealt with them all," Feng replied, following behind him.

"Hmm, very good." Cheng Ziang nodded with satisfaction.

This time, Feng seemed to have restrained herself, not being as brutal as before. Although these people were dead, at least their bodies were intact. Cheng Ziang vividly remembered how ruthless Feng had been previously.

Having walked just over 200 meters, Cheng Ziang suddenly heard a huge explosion behind him. The shockwave, carrying magical fluctuations, swept over him, causing his scalp to tingle.

He turned around to see a mushroom cloud rising above the location of the Treasure House in the distance; unaware people might think it was a nuclear explosion. Cheng Ziang had not expected the magic stored within those four Magic Crystals to be so staggering and to generate such destructive power.

After all, the fluctuation of magic has its patterns; generally, the fluctuation created by absorbing magic is greater than that released. Given that he could distinctly feel the fluctuation produced by this explosion, one can imagine how strong the released magic was.

Taking advantage of the chaos within the city, the two smoothly scaled the city wall and returned to where they had left their horses. At this moment, Liseya also rejoined Cheng Ziang. As the pair watched the thick smoke rise from the city, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but remark, "Who would have thought that just the two of us could cause such chaos in the city. The rules of magic make no sense at all, no wonder so many people are keen on cultivation."

Feng blinked at him, not typically speechless, but in this atmosphere, she didn’t know what to say and merely watched Cheng Ziang silently.

"Tell me, do you think the two of us can take down the remaining cities of the Demon Clan?" Finally, Cheng Ziang turned back and asked Feng.

Feng didn’t speak but nodded forcefully, yet hesitated and shook her head a little upon seeing Cheng Ziang’s warm smile.

"It actually can’t be done. If all matters are decided by force, once we lose our support, we’ll be mercilessly devoured by the enemy," Cheng Ziang explained, almost to himself, "War is the continuation of politics, and disputes that politics cannot solve are resolved through war. Politics, fundamentally, is about a minority dictating the lifestyle for the majority. We could forcibly take over these cities, but what would be the point? We don’t have people to manage them."

"This is the war of the Demon Clan. We just need to look out for our own interests, everything else is not our concern," Cheng Ziang said, shrugging his shoulders as he withdrew his gaze.

Having obtained the antidote, Cheng Ziang checked it repeatedly several times to make sure it was safe. Then, he and Feng mounted their horses and hurried back along the same path they had come from. Driven by an urgent desire to return, they ignored their horses’ exhaustion and galloped wildly, finally reaching their alternative hideout by noon the next day.

When Hu Daoke saw the duo returning, he let out a sigh of relief, put down his gun, and went up to greet them.

"Is Yichuan Ying okay?" Cheng Ziang asked urgently as soon as he dismounted.

"She’s been unconscious the whole time. I gave her some water; otherwise, I reckon she really wouldn’t have made it. There’s no glucose injection in this world," Hu Daoke explained with a shrug.

"I’ve brought back the antidote, as long as she’s fine, that’s what matters," Cheng Ziang said, nodding in relief.

"Wow, bro, how did you guys manage to get the antidote? Tell me about it," Hu Daoke asked excitedly.

"We had to fight our way in, what else?" Cheng Ziang replied dismissively, shrugging his shoulders before walking into the hideout.

"Little Fengye, tell me about it," Hu Daoke, having been brushed off by Cheng Ziang, turned and clung to Feng.

"We entered the city... he... Liseya..." Feng gestured somewhat chaotically as he explained.

"I roughly understand." Although Feng’s account was jumbled, the mention of Liseya’s name made everything clear to Hu Daoke.

In the Otherworld where people fight with magic, whether they are Mages from the Western Continent or Cultivators from the East Continent, how many could stand against demigods? As long as magic exists in this world, demigods are nearly invincible.

Cheng Ziang entered a dimly lit room within the hideout, where a campfire burned and a few candles flickered. It was dim, but not so much that one couldn’t see their own hand.

Yichuan Ying lay quietly on a makeshift woven bed, her breathing smooth, likely due to the suppressive effect of the antidote. If Cheng Ziang hadn’t known she had been poisoned, he might have thought she was merely sleeping peacefully.

"Poor Yichuan Ying..." Cheng Ziang sat beside her bed, pulled out a warm porcelain bottle from his bosom, forcefully removed the stopper, and slowly poured the liquid medicine into Yichuan Ying’s mouth.

According to Shadow Edict, such poison wasn’t something that could be cured in a mere moment; it required at least three doses over time, and it would take at least three to four hours to take effect.

By dusk, Yichuan Ying finally woke up slowly. At this time, Cheng Ziang and his comrades were all hiding in the hideout, gathered around the campfire, cooking boiling stew.

"Add some Sichuan pepper," Cheng Ziang suggested, resting his chin in his hand.

"I’ve finished mine already; use yours," Hu Daoke said with a roll of his eyes as he stirred the stew.

"I’ve run out a long time ago, you jerk, remember? You borrowed it," Cheng Ziang retorted irritably.

"Uh, Little Fengye should still have some," Hu Daoke said, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Yep, I still have!" Feng nodded eagerly and did not hesitate to produce a plastic-wrapped package of Sichuan peppers.

"Feng, don’t give it to him; it’s yours," Cheng Ziang advised.

"What’s yours and mine, we are family, sharing is caring," Hu Daoke said, snatching the bag of Sichuan pepper from Feng’s hands and rolling his eyes.

"You jerk..." Cheng Ziang sighed deeply.

The reason they carried Sichuan peppers was based on their experience from adventures in the Western Continent. In a strange world, carrying a small bag of spices was as good as carrying a small bag of gold. However, the Advance Team hadn’t done well, consuming all the Sichuan peppers midway.

Accustomed to academy life, they didn’t have a sharp sense of value, as most things, including their tuition and living expenses, were free at the academy. So even someone as prudent as Luo’er could sometimes misjudge the value of goods.