Chapter 572: Chapter 246: White Dew Gu and Cold Apple Jade Dew, Hanqiong’s Sinister Smile
"On the day of April 16th, the Minister took a few of us to investigate the situation at the Yanglu Camp, and we discovered Li Xuantiang and Peng Bo’s group of four who were rescuing people. Then he had Yuwen Dao pretend to be from Zhaoyang Forest to mingle among Wu Xiong and Han Jiuli..."
In the uppermost hall of the Hive Main Zone, Xia Hong listened as Yuan Cheng narrated the events that occurred at the Yanglu Camp while he inspected the unconscious Yuwen Dao.
Yuan Cheng was very detailed in his account, especially describing how he was sent by the Xia Chuan Sect to support Yuwen Dao and witnessed the White Dew Gu awakening at Yangyuan Peak, not daring to leave out a single word.
After Yuan Cheng finished speaking, Peng Bo also recounted the origins of Yangyuan Peak, specifically the event from over ninety years ago when heavenly dew descended.
Yuwen Dao’s injuries were severe, not just the penetrating wound on his chest but also the large quantities of fiery red substance within his body. Xia Hong recalled seeing Wu Xiong’s condition at Hanqiong and his expression became somewhat grave.
He turned to look at Yuan Cheng, his left eye flickering with light, particularly scrutinizing Yuan Cheng’s wounds, and his gaze suddenly deepened.
Indeed, Yuan Cheng’s wounds were also filled with that fiery red substance.
"Do any of you have wounds? Show them to me!"
Upon hearing this, Peng Bo and Chen Yingyuan were taken aback and quickly tore open their clothing.
Just moments ago at Hanqiong Station, they had participated in rescuing Xia Hong with Xia Chuan and had developed small wounds on their bodies.
Among the five people present, only Meng Yi, who had not been involved in any battles, had no wounds on his body.
But he clearly already realized the reason behind Xia Hong’s questions and asked with a slight change in tone, "Leader, can the White Dew Plague infiltrate the body?"
No answer was needed; seeing Xia Hong’s heavy expression, everyone already knew the answer.
Though unsure how Xia Hong discerned it, the natural trust in him made their expressions gradually grow anxious.
"The Solidified Fire Oil is not assured. I need to return to Xia City; you all wait here for me. I’ll be back soon."
"Yes, Leader!"
Everyone bowed and looked up, only to find that Xia Hong, who had just been standing in front of them, had disappeared.
Peng Bo and Chen Yingyuan exchanged a glance, their faces first flashed with shock, but quickly, recalling what had just happened at Hanqiong Station, their expressions calmed down significantly.
Just moments ago, the two had seen with their own eyes that even Li Xuanling and more than a thousand Longyou soldiers were unable to successfully exterminate, showcasing the leader’s power far beyond their imagination.
"Anyone who is injured will have the dew infiltrating their body as well. We are at Cold Resistance Level, yet that’s the case. What about ordinary people..."
"The leader must have a way, just wait for him!"
Mon Yi spoke with concern, but before he finished, Yuan Cheng’s confident words interrupted him.
Thinking of Xia Hong’s strength, Meng Yi also relaxed significantly.
...
Xia Hong dashed out of the Beehive and didn’t even pause at Mirror Valley; he bypassed the Arrow Bamboo Forest at the fastest speed on his way back to Xia City.
"Who goes there... Leader... Greetings, Leader!"
"The leader is back?"
"Greetings, Leader!"
...
"No need for formalities. Everyone stand up; I have urgent matters!"
Xia Hong gestured for the guards to rise as he quickly stepped through the city gate, unable to suppress a tinge of surprise on his face.
In four months, the changes in Xia City had indeed been tremendous.
A massive cast-iron city gate, fifteen meters tall and eight meters wide, had been installed, suspended by sixteen chains as thick as a human body, opened halfway. Judging by the pulley and lever mechanism inside the gate, the opening and closing mechanisms were evidently far more advanced than before.
Entering through the gate, a ten-meter-wide open road stretched ahead, leading directly to the old valley entrance. The sides were lined with various trees, and more wooden buildings had appeared closer to the valley.
"The planning is quite good, and the population has increased so much. It seems a lot of progress has been made in these four months!"
Without the heart to examine the settlement’s changes, Xia Hong sped through to the valley’s iron gate, quickly arriving beneath the main building’s hall.
"The reaction in my body is becoming stronger!"
Xia Hong jumped up to the main building, but before entering the hall, he noticed the burning sensation within him growing more intense, a flicker of joy in his eyes.
Yuwen Dao, Yuan Cheng, Peng Bo, and Chen Yingyuan, all with wounds on their bodies, had already been infected by the dew. Being at the Cold Resistance Level himself, he was certainly not an exception.
Previously, applying Solidified Fire Oil to the body resulted in the removal and healing of the white dew, though accompanied by intense burning, and now approaching the main hall, he felt a similar sensation internally. This was self-explanatory.
"The Cold Ruins Tripod is effective against the White Dew Gu-induced plague!"
The remaining Solidified Fire Oil in Great Xia’s stocks had already been sent to Longyou, prompting Xia Hong’s urgent return to see if the Cold Ruins Tripod could eradicate the white dew in his body.
The encounters with Wooden Puppet and Jing Xian have already made it clear that the main building of the camp, that is, the Cold Ruins Tripod, was the perfect weapon against supernatural monsters. With such a beneficial tool, he naturally had to utilize it.
"Returning was the right decision!"
As he contemplated this, Xia Hong quickly stepped into the hall, striding to the front of the Cold Ruins Tripod, reaching out to place his hands on the scorching surface.
"Sizzle..."
A faint sizzling sound immediately came from within him, and Xia Hong’s skin was burned hot, with wisps of white smoke seeping from his pores in an incessant trail.