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Chapter 1044 The Vicious Truth

"Please wait a moment, two pharmacists. Lord Feng has other plans for you."

Zhou's tone remained as emotionless as ever. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the great gentleman and asked, "Great gentleman, are you willing to sacrifice yourself to save your mother?"

The virtuous man looked at the corpse in the coffin and asked, "Was the Martial Saint Pill, made with seven ingredients, meant to revive Mother?"

"That's right, the Evil Pharmacist Qiwei, he is Fengjun's loyal hound."

Zhou paused here, emphasizing, "Me too."

"The mission is nearing completion. I would like to ask Your Excellency to administer the medicine yourself."

The problem lies in the administration of the medicine. The pharmacist is already 70-80% certain of success with the three- or five-ingredient formula, and the lord is about to sacrifice the great gentleman.

"If it can really save my mother's life, then my life is nothing!"

The great gentleman fondly recalled the past, when his mother held him on her lap and counted the flowers on the trees in the courtyard; back then, she was not the great gentleman.

But in the blink of an eye, these years have passed, and things have changed. She was suspected by many of her brothers and was not happy.

In her southeastern fiefdom, she fought against the demon race and witnessed the fall of Marquis Shen, realizing her own powerlessness.

The vicious plan that Zhou mentioned clearly came from her biological father. Instead of being angry, she felt relieved, as she had finally been freed.

"Great gentleman, if this succeeds, your act of sacrificing yourself to save your mother will become a legendary tale passed down through the ages..."

As Zhou was speaking, a heavy object suddenly struck the back of his neck, breaking his spine and causing his head to slump limply behind him.

The one who made the move was the Five Flavors Pharmacist, whose character remained steadfast despite his age, and he struck without hesitation.

The 'heavy pill' he just produced was formed from the heavy metals he had accumulated throughout his life of alchemy.

This object, nourished by his medicinal power and with its blood and energy fused together, can be thrown and retrieved with lightning speed, capable of shattering a mountain peak in an instant.

People have a prejudice that pharmacists are not good at fighting. In fact, the Three-Flavor Pharmacist is proficient in both boxing and martial arts and has reached the Heavenly Sect level, while the Five-Flavor Pharmacist, although slightly inferior, still has the strength of the peak Earthly Sect.

Zhou is a general of the Imperial Guard, whose cultivation level is roughly between the Human Sect and the Earth Sect, definitely not the Heaven Sect.

The Five Flavors Pharmacist suddenly launched a sneak attack, striking ruthlessly and cutting Zhou in two, his head almost falling off.

"Cough cough cough, why are you in such a hurry to do it, old man!"

Zhou reached up to support his head and straighten his neck, talking incessantly, "Sanwei Pharmacist, you wouldn't be as impulsive as him, would you?"

The ability to regenerate a severed head horrified the two alchemists; this was definitely not a body of flesh and blood.

What exactly is your background?

The Three-Flavored Pharmacist asked in a deep voice, "I am qualified to meet Lord Feng, and I will not allow evil spirits to infiltrate his circle!"

"An evil entity? Me?"

"No, that's not true. I, Zhou, am the most loyal dog of the Lord, just like the evil alchemist Qiwei who gave up everything."

As if he had made up his mind, he revealed his identity, "Before I joined the Sacrificial Palace, I had another identity, which you should all have heard of: Ma Gui."

Ma Gui!

The previous leader of the Evil Martial Arts in Putuo Prefecture, the good brother of Yang Mo, and also a once-famous Evil Martial Arts Grandmaster, at the Heavenly Sect level.

But the Zhou in front of me is at most at the Earth Sect level, his strength has declined too much.

"That's not all. Before becoming a horse demon, I was a personal guard of the feudal lord..."

The young lady's eyes widened as she caught a familiar glimpse of the other person. "Is it you? Uncle Feng!"

Before ascending the throne, the emperor suffered an ambush from all sides, losing most of his personal guards and even his wife.

The few surviving guards vanished without a trace. Even after the lord ascended the throne and his entire family rose to prominence, with even his former acquaintances receiving promotions, those guards disappeared without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea. Zhou introduced himself as one of the former guards, and even received testimony from the great lord.

"It's me! Not only me, but also your Uncle Ram!"

"The ram, he's the Sheep Demon! So the Sheep Demon was him!"

The Great Gentleman has come to another significant conclusion: the current leader of the Evil Martial Clan, the Sheep Demon, is actually one of the personal guards.

So all those evil martial arts leaders who stirred up trouble in Putuo Prefecture throughout the ages were once the loyal followers of the feudal lord?
The two alchemists, Sanwei and Wuwei, exchanged glances, wondering if the Lord of Feng had sent them to silence them.

The evil medicine master Qiwei is Fengjun's man, as are Ma Gui and Yang Mo. Who else in Putuo Prefecture is not Fengjun's subordinate?
Under the azure sky.

The Sheep Demon exhaled softly as his wounds slowly healed from the combined attack of Uncle Wang and Princess Mianzhu.

He knew he was nearing the end of his life, but death was not the end, but the beginning of the next chapter.

My old friend Feng... no, the current Imperial Guard General Zhou has already told him that after his death, his body will be transported back to the capital and resurrected using a secret technique as a member of the 'Zhonglang Zhou' family.

From then on, he was no longer the Ram Guard, nor the Ram Demon, but had a completely new name: Zhou...

I haven't thought of a name yet.

Zhou's name is too crude; he's used that to make fun of the other party for fifty years. We can't let the old guys retaliate.

Sheep Demon, what are you still struggling for?
Uncle Wang roared, "Hand over the Seven Flavors of the Evil Pharmacist and surrender to be killed!"

"Ha, shouldn't they have surrendered? Why didn't you just kill them instead of arresting them!"

The Sheep Demon was so angry he wanted to laugh. What could he say about Feng Jun's younger brother?

If it were my own younger brother, he should have been drowned in a chamber pot at birth; he's such a good-for-nothing.

He was only loyal to his lord, and looked down on all the other royal nobles.

……

Without a word, the Princess of Sleeping Bamboo shot out a beam of emerald light that struck the Sheep Demon's forehead, splitting his skull and causing a mixture of bone marrow and blood to flow down, further exacerbating his injury.

The sheep demon spat out a mouthful of broken teeth, but still didn't fall down. "So only the two of you came. Where are the others?"

"As far as I know, the Heavenly Sect from Dijing has a full set of skills. Do you think the two of you can kill me?"

Wang Shuye exchanged a glance with the Empress Mianzhu, "You wicked creature, you're quite shrewd, you've gathered quite a bit of information!"

"The Great Gentleman and the two Pharmacists have gone to destroy your secret base. All your and the Evil Pharmacist's conspiracies will surely vanish!"

"What? She's gone?"

The sheep demon's body trembled violently. He had fought the two of them before and suffered several serious injuries, but he had never reacted so violently.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were filled with ferocity and bloodlust. "Since that's how it is, let everything be destroyed! Putuo Prefecture deserves to be destroyed, and I deserve to be punished by heaven and earth!"

I could almost hear that girl's soft voice again, "Uncle Ram!"

The basin for alchemy...

The evil pharmacist Qiwei solemnly said to Kutang, "We can begin now. Please lend me your help."

"Hmm, which is your main alchemy furnace?"
The bitter soup pharmacist's gaze swept over the countless medicine furnaces and cauldrons present, and he felt that none of them resembled the medicine.

"Not here. Have you heard of a strange sight in the area called... the Frozen Polar Lung Palace?"

The Bitter Soup Pharmacist wondered if this place was deep underground, and asked, "Oh, could the main cauldron be there?"

"That's right, that place is the furnace for the Martial Saint Pill!"

(End of this chapter)