Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

Present at the scene, Hua XiYi didn’t want to see the Tenth Mu Tan unleash a slaughter on the Ten Great Alliances.

But on the other hand, she was willing to help Luo yang.

Simply because Luo yang had saved her life once, and she wouldn’t renegade on such an obligation.

Seeing Aunt Thirteen about to make a move, Hua XiYi said: "Hehe, even if you kill him, what’s the point?"

Moreover, Aunt Thirteen wasn’t entirely confident in taking down Luo yang.

She also saw that Hua XiYi would help Luo yang.

"Boy! You might scare others, but you can’t scare Grandma Gu!" Aunt Thirteen suddenly laughed.

She guessed Luo yang just wanted to scare them into revealing the antidote to the Soul Dispersing Pill.

The days of contact with Luo yang may not have been long, but Aunt Thirteen had deeply realized he wasn’t a simple young man.

Luo yang flicked off a bit of ash from his cigarette, coldly saying: "Aunt Thirteen, forget it. Initially, out of respect for the class monitor, I thought of saving your Sheng Palace. But since you don’t need it, there’s nothing to say. I’ll go out and have a big battle with Baxiantang, death is just a death. From now on, your Ten Great Alliances will no longer have good days!"

Let alone the Tenth Mu Tan finding the other nine Mu Tan, its nine brothers.

Just the Tenth Mu Tan alone is enough to make the Ten Great Alliances cough up blood.

At present, the only one able to restrain the Tenth Mu Tan is Luo yang.

In other words, without Luo yang’s help, if he dies, then truly no one can manage the Tenth Mu Tan.

This simple truth is understood even by a three-year-old child, how could Aunt Thirteen not know?

Her breathing became much heavier, clearly extremely angry, yet unable to think of a good way to solve the enormous problem she was about to face.

Biting her red lower lip, Aunt Thirteen surprisingly switched to a smiling face, lightly saying: "Kid, you’ve got guts. What deal do you want to make with Grandma Gu?"

Actually, Luo yang’s idea was simple; he wanted Aunt Thirteen to help him set up a scheme.

Currently, Aunt Thirteen still stood on Baxiantang’s side, so her words were relatively trusted by Baxiantang people.

Luo yang’s approach was straightforward, first trick the Four Great Elders of Baxiantang away, then ask Aunt Thirteen to lead the way to Baxiantang Headquarters.

Only then can a battle be reduced, even stirring trouble when arriving at Baxiantang Headquarters, roughly estimating Hong Jiaxin could hear.

Then she would come out to meet him.

Having been friends for so long, thinking of possibly never having the chance to converse intimately with her again, Luo yang felt slightly regretful.

He wanted to see if she truly wished to stay at Baxiantang, if she didn’t want to leave, he would bless her.

Straining to listen for any movement outside the room door, not a single sound was heard.

Luo yang then softly spoke: "Aunt Thirteen, if you follow my instructions, I can ensure your Sheng Palace survives..."

The dignified Sheng Palace, one of the Ten Great Alliances, was unexpectedly offered protection by a young man, leaving Aunt Thirteen quite embarrassed.

She lifted her delicate brow, glaring at Luo yang with fierceness: "Boy! You can eat nonsense, but don’t talk nonsense! Grandma Gu is not frightened by scare tactics!"

Thinking of the Tenth Mu Tan’s brutality, Aunt Thirteen felt hopeless and fearful.

If not for the Tenth Mu Tan standing between her and Luo yang, she wouldn’t want to care about so much.

Anyway, Hong Jiaxin was already at Baxiantang, this matter was almost certainly assured.

Seeing Aunt Thirteen’s face tighten in anger, Hua XiYi laughed: "Hehe, children speak without filter, children speak without filter."

Knowing Hua XiYi was already on Luo yang’s side, Aunt Thirteen glared at her irritably.

Luo yang laughed it off, continuing: "Aunt Thirteen, I truly want to help your Sheng Palace through the crisis. Come..."

As he spoke, he gestured for Aunt Thirteen to come closer, convenient for the two to speak privately.

Walls have ears.

If someone wants to eavesdrop on a regular conversation, they can hear it.

Ordinary Martial Artists aside, cultivators at Baxiantang’s level, their hearing ability isn’t trivial, even the sound of a cockroach walking can be clearly heard.

Aunt Thirteen coldly huffed but stepped forward with her neck stiffened, tilting her ear to listen to what Luo yang had to say.

After all, it’s about the survival plan of Sheng Palace.

If Luo yang’s demands were too excessive, she could refuse.

Without Luo yang’s invitation, Hua XiYi still stood there.

He motioned her to come closer, and she came near.

The three gathered together, Luo yang looked around left and right, a slight smile on his lips.

The two women didn’t know what he was laughing at.

"Kid! Aren’t you going to speak? What are you laughing at?" Aunt Thirteen impatiently urged.

Glancing quickly, Luo yang nodded.

Then, he laid out the plan.

The two women were shocked upon hearing it.

They thought Luo yang wanted to escape using Aunt Thirteen, not expecting he intended to directly attack Baxiantang Headquarters.

What’s the difference from going to die?

Aunt Thirteen wasn’t concerned about Luo yang’s life or death.

The only thing was, without Luo yang, no one could persuade the Tenth Mu Tan.

Thus, even if the Ten Great Alliances had methods to deal with the Tenth Mu Tan, they wouldn’t have time to prepare.

As long as Luo yang is alive, everything is manageable.

Aunt Thirteen coldly said: "Boy, you’ve got the guts of a leopard!"

Hua XiYi also didn’t agree with Luo yang’s approach, going to scare Baxiantang’s people; if they remain unshaken, the consequences are severe.

Even if she and Aunt Thirteen wanted to help Luo yang, they couldn’t contend with Baxiantang.

"Hehe, you could meet Hong Jiaxin another day, is it necessary to do this?" Hua XiYi questioned.

If not poisoned by the Medium Scatter Soul Pill, Luo yang might think rationally.

He was young with a promising future, plenty of time to wait.

But now, with the poison of the Medium Scatter Soul Pill, his life uncertain, who knows if he’d still have the chance to meet Hong Jiaxin?

Thus, while he still had breath, he just wanted to see her and bid farewell.

If she didn’t wish to stay at Baxiantang, he would bring her home.

This anxious yet sorrowful feeling, Hua XiYi and Aunt Thirteen present couldn’t fathom.

Luo yang’s expression listless, he smiled slightly, feeling his Yin Spirit about to scatter again; the sensation seemed like thousands of sharp needles piercing the Yin Spirit, exceptionally torturous.

He immediately fetched a cup of Magical Pond Water from the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting and held it to drink.

Strangely enough, after drinking the pond water, the Yin Spirit wasn’t in pain, and his mind returned to normal.

Aunt Thirteen and Hua XiYi were surprised for the second time seeing Luo yang suddenly holding a disposable plastic cup in his hand.

Conjuring an object out of thin air, if it’s not Immortal Arts, what is?

Even Mo Shuo, let alone Hua XiYi, who had known Luo yang for some time, could not fully grasp the handsome yet enigmatic young man before her.

"Kid, stop doing magic tricks!" Aunt Thirteen coldly said.

Hua XiYi also felt it was a magic trick.

But she couldn’t fathom why Luo yang would show off a magic trick to them, as he didn’t need such means to pursue them.

Luo yang tilted his head up and drank all the Magical Pond Water.

Then he looked around left and right, settling his nerves.

He soon raised the corners of his mouth with a smile: "Drinking a cup of water when thirsty isn’t that big of a deal, is it? Aunt Thirteen, I’ve told you my plan. Have you made up your mind?"

As he spoke, a flick of his hand made the cup disappear.