Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 241 Herbal Elixir

As Li Qingfeng finished speaking...

Although the statement was brief, it did not offer any words of comfort.

However, given their strength in instantly killing the werewolf, everyone felt a sense of relief.

More importantly, some of the people who had recovered from the life-threatening crisis recognized them.

Before the injured Special Operations Bureau agent could even speak, he started to get closer to his two senior colleagues.

Behind them, a sudden uproar erupted from the previously inconspicuous refugee column.

The dense crowd suddenly split into dozens of people, bypassing the bewildered and clueless injured people, and ran to Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping.

"Master Li! I... I never imagined I would actually meet you in person! It's like a dream..."

"Shit! Let me through! Ah! The God of Slaughter is invincible!"

"Waaah, Mommy, I saw God!"

"The Mad Dragon of the Nation! We adore you!"

"..."

In an instant, Li Qingfeng felt himself being overwhelmed by a cacophony of voices.

In addition to the standard Mandarin, there were also shouts mixed with other languages ​​and with strange pronunciations.

But from the general meaning and the expressions of the people who surrounded him, he was still able to figure out what was going on.

If one ignores the fact that many of the people around are wearing bandages and casts, and the ruins in the background.

This is exactly like the fan meeting you often see on TV.

Even the words they shouted were almost identical.

With a stern face, Li Qingfeng looked at the crowd that had gathered in a circle, but who were all keeping a certain distance from each other.

Turning his head to glance to the other side, Yang Ping, who was also surrounded by a group of people, was already on the verge of losing his composure.

As they looked at each other, they both saw a lot of questions in each other's eyes.

Perhaps it was because the two of them hadn't spoken, or perhaps they noticed the confusion on his face.

A brown-haired European youth who squeezed to the front row because of his tall stature.

With a face full of excitement, he suddenly pulled open his jacket, revealing a brightly colored shirt with colorful patterns underneath.

Li Qingfeng, whose attention was drawn to this action, glanced at it and was immediately stunned.

It looked like some kind of custom design, with the entire front covered in patterns.

In the very center, a figure stands upright, head tilted forward, occupying the prime spot.

It was none other than Li Qingfeng himself.

Surrounding the central image are various colorful texts.

Among the titles he could understand were a whole host of others, such as "Crazy Dragon of the Sin Kingdom," "Peerless Killing God," "Judge of the Human World," and "Killing Tai Sui."

The overall scene looks very characteristic of Yinghua, but to Li Qingfeng, the person involved, it has a feeling that is more eerie than seeing a ghost.

He also noticed that in the image printed in the center of the clothing, although his clothing was not much different, he was carrying a brown wooden box on his back.

It was a sword case he made himself a long time ago, which was damaged in battle several months ago.

The wreckage, which was subsequently restored, is now displayed in the Special Operations Bureau's exhibition hall.

I never imagined that when I saw it again, it would be printed on someone else's clothes...

While feeling a sense of unease, Li Qingfeng was also considering whether the Special Operations Bureau's information security department should be replaced.

Photos taken months ago have been transferred onto the clothes.

He didn't even dare to imagine what the Kingdom of Yinghua would have become if it hadn't collapsed...

While he was pondering when to talk to the relevant departments in the bureau...

Yang Ping, who was standing to the side, had already dispersed the crowd by distributing amulets and approached.

Looking at his cold and invincible fellow Daoist Li, who was frowning and deep in thought, he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, don't think about it anymore~"

"The bureau's secrecy measures can't protect us overseas, and besides, there aren't any countries left. It's only a matter of time before the news gets out, so there's nothing to worry about."

As he spoke, he shook a handful of colorful cards, which looked like they were encased in some kind of hard plastic sheet, and handed them to Li Qingfeng.

"Look, our merchandise is quite exquisite, and yours is even a glitter card."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng looked over and casually took it.

The first thing you see is a picture of yourself facing the camera, raising your sword and pointing it diagonally.

The entire card is outlined with various antique-style border patterns.

And just as Yang Ping just said, all the lines on the entire card surface are printed using some kind of laser printing process.

As it swayed, the light reflecting off the overhead lights was almost blinding...

With a blank expression, Li Qingfeng silently flipped the card over, revealing the pattern on the next card.

Gold Card "The Demon Slayer"

It was Yang Ping, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe embroidered with black Bagua diagrams.

The card shows a character grinning, pointing and holding several talismans, striking a pose.

Turn over again.

Silver Card: The Four Tomb Raiders

The pattern depicted four oddly dressed people; at first glance, Li Qingfeng didn't even recognize who they were.

However, upon seeing the young man on the far left, who was covering his eyes with one hand and had a strange smile, he recognized him as his old acquaintance, Jiang Shengping.

Turn over again.

Bronze Card "The Mischievous Cow"

Turn over again.

……

As Li Qingfeng browsed through the cards, he quickly discovered some commonalities.

Those are the characters on the cards, though I don't recognize most of them.

Judging from their attire, it's easy to deduce that they are either colleagues from the bureau or well-known independent practitioners in China.

So complete.

This made him wonder if it really wasn't an information leak, but rather something deliberately orchestrated by the Special Operations Bureau...

And it was just as he was secretly pondering whether there was any deeper meaning behind this move.

there.

With the assistance of six elite soldiers who accompanied the two.

The Special Operations Bureau agents, whose complexions had improved considerably after being re-bandaged with medication and first aid, walked over, supporting each other.

The old Taoist priest, who was lying on a stretcher and unable to get up, also raised his hands, made a Taoist junior's gesture, and bowed from afar.

"Junior Songming greets senior."

Noticing the commotion, Li Qingfeng, who returned the greeting simply, was somewhat curious.

"Who are you from, and how do you know I am of a higher generation than you?"

After all, in Li Qingfeng's memory, he had never revealed information such as his sect or his seniority.

The old Taoist priest, Songming, who was too badly injured to get up, was not surprised by this.

A smile graced his pale face, and his tone was undeniably humble.

"I am a junior member of no sect or school, wandering the wilderness. I have occasionally learned some unorthodox methods to help people in this chaotic world. I do not know too many profound secrets, but I still understand the principle that the accomplished should come first."

This answer made Li Qingfeng nod in agreement; his words were humble but not self-deprecating.

His idea of ​​prioritizing achievement and being free from constraints actually aligns somewhat with his own.

I felt a greater sense of approval for this person.

Then, during a conversation, the two learned that...

The people in front of him were indeed members of the exploration team who had landed on the island in the same batch as him.

Also because of the sudden spread of the strange purple area, they were included and lost contact with their superiors due to signal interference.

Faced with the unknown situation, the seven teams, which were not far apart, did not hesitate for long before they joined forces.

There were a total of seven elite superhumans and forty-two fully armed soldiers. Although not all of them were dedicated combatants, their strength should not be underestimated.

In the following days, the team gathered information while searching for a way out.

Even with the number of monsters increasing several times over, there were no major mistakes.

However, as time went by, the sun set.

With the increasing number of monsters, the team's progress had to be slowed down.

As the main force of the superhumans, their magical power was the first to run out, and the team's ammunition supplies were also rapidly depleted after the loss of airdrop support.

But in contrast, the monsters emerging from all over the city seem endless.

As the first superhuman fell unconscious due to exhaustion of magical power, the casualties of the entire team began to increase rapidly.

By the time the team realized their decision was wrong, it was too late to change the situation.

They could only passively slow down and begin to move forward by relying on the terrain, collecting supplies nearby for consumption.

And it was at that time that the refugees joined the ranks.

They were international students from a nearby international college who were left to die when the local government of Yeonghua evacuated refugees.

People from countries such as the United States of Salvation, the United States of America, Gaul, Gran, and Grizzly Bear are among them.

The Sin Kingdom exploration team, who had reunited, unexpectedly encountered them during their evacuation.

After discussion, it was decided that since the team was already at its limit, they would take these people and hide in a large supermarket with underground floors, which was relatively safe and had plenty of food.

They intend to wait here for possible rescue.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping's team actually arrived...

After hearing the explanation, Li Qingfeng nodded, not surprised at all.

After being engulfed by the suddenly expanding area, he and Yang Ping became more vigilant.

During the exploration, I used my divine sense to scan this place and found a lot of living people, so I rushed here. I didn't expect to run into the werewolf invasion.

The two quickly discussed a plan.

Yang Ping then used a teleportation talisman to enter the underground and stabilize the situation, while Li Qingfeng led the team to cut a path and end the battle.

It proved to be simple and crude, but highly effective.

The conversation between the two sides has come to an end, and the reasons and information along the way have been roughly explained.

And during this period of communication.

The six elite soldiers they brought had already reorganized and, together with the rest of the camp who were able to move, provided emergency treatment and bandaging to the wounded scattered on the ground.

Those with minor injuries joined the team after their bleeding was stopped.

Those whose conditions were more serious, or even critical, were given unified treatment in an open area.

It is evident that the soldiers handled the large number of wounded with great ease.

Clearly, they have relevant training or experience in similar situations.

However, although the two-person team did not suffer any losses along the way, their supplies and medicines were plentiful.

However, for minor external injuries, the existing resources can only provide hemostasis, pain relief, and relief of the injury for cases of severe tendon rupture, fractures, or even more serious injuries.

To achieve a complete cure, at least a professional medical team and several surgeries are required.

Everyone present could naturally understand this principle.

So when they looked at the wounded soldiers scattered across the open space in the distance, each of them had a sorrowful expression on their face.

Among them, the old Taoist priest Songming understood best. He himself was seriously injured and unable to move, so he naturally understood what it meant that most of the team members were now unable to move.

His already pale complexion appeared even more ashen.

Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping naturally noticed all these changes and shifts in atmosphere.

They exchanged a glance, no further words were needed.

The two stepped out from the crowd.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Yang Ping, without saying a word, reached into the talisman pouch at his waist, took out dozens of talismans, and scattered them out.

Then those small yellowish-green pages seemed to have grown eyes.

In an instant, they found the survivors and soldiers who were not seriously injured in the crowd and approached them.

As the incantation was recited, a flash of light appeared, and the pain instantly lessened by more than half.

As for some seriously injured people who were wrapped in bandages or even unconscious and left on the ground, they were not so badly injured.

Li Qingfeng stepped forward and reached into the spatial pocket at his waist, which was embroidered with various exquisite animal patterns.

In an instant, a porcelain-white, exquisitely small medicine bottle appeared in his hand.

He uncorked the bottle and poured out a dozen or so golden pills, slightly larger than beans.

A quick glance.

Among the wounded, they spotted a strange man dressed in a black Special Operations Bureau uniform, with various colored strips of cloth around his neck, dressed like a shaman.

In an instant, he flashed to the other side.

Then, amidst his surprised and uncertain expression, he handed over the pill in his hand.

"Distribute them and feed one to each person."

"This this…"

The selected Special Operations Bureau agent stammered, his expression of surprise completely genuine.

He had indeed heard of Li Qingfeng's great reputation.

As an elite member of the Northern Region Special Operations Bureau, he knew more inside information and understood the prowess of the other party's master.

He knew full well that what they offered was beyond the comprehension of someone as unsophisticated as himself.

So I didn't ask any more questions and tried to suppress my emotions.

With a solemn expression and with great care, he held a dozen or so pills, bowed deeply, and then walked toward the seriously injured person next to the shelf.

He ignored the medical staff who were about to help and personally fed the pills to the patient one by one.

The elixir, once ingested, turned into mist and dissolved into the body, disappearing without a trace, displaying its miraculous power.

It didn't take long.

The first severely injured and unconscious person who took the elixir experienced a rapid healing of his wounds, which were soaked in blood beneath his bandages, as if a withered tree had come back to life.

At the same time, it also emitted a faint golden mist from the entire body surface.

Soon, the same scene appeared on more than ten people around him.

In an instant, a corner of the dimly lit supermarket was bathed in golden light, becoming exceptionally dazzling.

At the closest point.

A soldier, his body mangled and mostly smashed, quickly regained his rosy complexion, and his pained expression softened.

Under the shocked gaze of the others.

This person, who was so badly injured that he was practically dead, suddenly opened his eyes with trembling eyelids and slowly sat up.

He looked around at his teammates and strangers with a confused expression, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

His actions startled the medical staff who were surrounding him and trying to keep him alive with various medications, causing them to scatter in fright.

The seriously wounded soldier, who had just emerged from a coma, propped himself up.

A festering, broken wound miraculously filled up like a balloon.

In just a few breaths, he stood up unharmed, scratching his head as he looked at the crowd who seemed to have seen a ghost.

"What's going on? Why are you all staring at me like that?"

However, this scene is not an isolated case.

Lying on the open ground, each person was covered in blood and their limbs were twisted. The least injured had more than a dozen fractures and internal bleeding.

And so it went, one after another, just like the person before, standing up unharmed amidst a golden glow.

If you didn't look at the wound, the strips of cloth-like clothing, and the bloodstains, it would seem as if there had never been any injury.

Everyone except Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping stared in disbelief at this scene.

Even the old Taoist priest Songming, who had been seriously injured and lying on a stretcher, was shocked and propped himself up.

The golden light was reflected in his small, old eyes, and his lips murmured as if he were muttering something.

But the next moment, his vision went dark as something blocked the brilliant golden light.

When he came to his senses, he saw Li Qingfeng, dressed in green and carrying a sword box, standing in front of him without him noticing.

He crouched down and handed over a golden pill that was exactly the same as the one he had just used.

"Eat up. I can see your injuries are quite severe. With just ordinary medical treatment, it will probably be difficult to fully recover."

Looking at the dazzling golden pill in the other person's palm, how could the old Taoist Songming, who had already witnessed its effects, not know how precious it was?

He picked it up carefully with trembling hands.

His lips moved, but after a long while, he still couldn't put the pill in his mouth.

Instead, his old eyes turned to Li Qingfeng, whose expression remained unchanged, and he looked somewhat at a loss.

"This... senior, does this pill have a name? What is its value...? I..."

He paused mid-sentence, then awkwardly tugged at his goatee.

He also realized that even if he found out the name and value of such a precious and powerful elixir, he probably couldn't afford even a fraction of it, which would only make things more awkward.

However, Li Qingfeng in front of him didn't think that much about it.

Upon hearing the question, he thought for a moment and then spoke softly.

"Hmm, this is a Herb Rejuvenation Pill. I don't know its value. It was refined by my master and given to me for use..."

What followed was already unclear to the old Taoist priest.

Only the very first three words, "Cao Huan Dan," resonated powerfully, echoing repeatedly in my mind.

As a Taoist priest, although he was an unorthodox one, he still had a rudimentary understanding of various classic texts and legends.

The name of this herbal pill may sound unremarkable, but if he remembers correctly, it is another name for the fruit of the ginseng fruit tree, a primordial spiritual root!
His thoughts raced, and his pale face, tinged with the pain of his injuries, flushed red with excitement.

The old Taoist priest Songming felt as if the golden pill he was holding—no, the Grass Returning Pill—had turned into a hot iron.

The hand movements also quickly changed from pinching and holding to clasping with both hands, as if afraid that the thing would grow legs and run away at any moment.

After doing all this, his chest heaved violently, and his trembling lips met the questioning gaze of the person in front of him once again.

"Then, then, this medicine..."

His words were already stuttering with excitement.

However, seeing his expression, Li Qingfeng realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something, and he also began to explain.

"No, it was my oversight. This herbal elixir is not the same as that herbal elixir."

"This was made by my master. It is named after the main medicinal material used, which is a golden tree fruit and spiritual herbs. It is not to be confused with the mythical legends you have."

He paused for a moment, thinking for a moment, before continuing.

“I heard my master mention that if you feel this name is inappropriate, you can also call him Jin Yudan based on his appearance, which would also be fitting.”

After this explanation, it took a while for the old Taoist priest Songming to catch his breath and for the flush on his face to subside slightly.

However, due to this excitement, his already severely injured body suddenly erupted, and a trickle of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the old man's eyes widen, she was about to go straight over.

Li Qingfeng reacted extremely quickly, instantly taking out another pill from his hand and shoving it into the other person's mouth.

With a slap of his palm, he made the other person swallow it whole.

"Gudong~"

As the sound of swallowing rang out, the old Taoist priest lying on the stretcher was quickly enveloped in golden mist, just like the wounded soldiers before him.

At the same time, her face quickly turned rosy, but compared to the rush of blood to her head just now, it was now a healthy flesh color.

As the medicine took effect, the old Taoist priest's dying consciousness quickly returned.

She sat up abruptly, feeling something strange in her lower body. She immediately ripped off the sheet covering her, revealing her bare legs.

All that could be seen were thick clumps of bandages, soaked in blood and tied around the waist, now wriggling and pushing the large clumps of bandages aside.

Muscles and bones grew visibly, and in just a few breaths, a pair of old legs covered in hair had returned to normal.

After a moment of stunned silence, the old Taoist priest Songming braced himself with one hand and nimbly stood up, then knelt down with a thud.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, senior!! I, I..."

Before he could even utter any emotional vows, Li Qingfeng raised his hands, and an immense force that the other party could not resist lifted him up completely.

"No need for further words, I already understand your words and actions. You are willing to bring them along even in a city fraught with danger."

As he spoke, he pointed to the young men who were weaving among the soldiers, helping to move various supplies and organize things.

"I could tell that they were all volunteers, and that while half the soldiers were wounded, they only had a few minor injuries."

After saying that, he turned his head again to meet the old Taoist's gaze.

“Although you practice unorthodox methods, you follow the righteous path. Since we are both on the righteous path, I should lend a helping hand.”

His words were not particularly dramatic, but to the ears of the old Taoist priest Songming at this moment, they sounded completely different.

It was an excitement filled with awe and the recognition of a powerful senior.

However, remembering what the other party had just said, Songming Daoist steadied himself and said no more.

His wide eyes shone with unwavering determination as he clasped his hands in a deep bow.

"Songming will remember this!"

Seeing that the other party had calmed down again, Li Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction and responded.

Then he turned around and prepared to walk in the other direction.

However, he was quickly stopped again.

"senior…"

Turning around in confusion, he saw the old Taoist priest Songming gritting his teeth as he handed over a golden pill from his palm.

"...This is the pill that was just given to me, but you have already personally fed me one. I will return this pill to you."

Seeing the reluctance in the other person's furrowed brow, Li Qingfeng did not reach out to take it, but shook his head slightly and spoke softly.

“You seemed hesitant earlier, which means you were planning to leave the pills behind. I don’t know who you want to save, but it’s probably not someone you’re very close to, so you wouldn’t abandon yourself.”

As he spoke, under the somewhat stunned gaze of the old Taoist priest, he turned and walked away into the distance.

"I have many of these kinds of pills, take them."

The sound dissipated, leaving only the old Taoist priest, Songming, frozen in place, lost in thought…

And not far away.

Yang Ping, who had watched the whole thing, blinked twice.

In a daze, the other person's turning motion overlapped with a much taller, moon-white figure.

In his hand, a talisman folded into a triangle paused in the motion of tossing it up and down before landing back on his fingertips.

After a moment, he muttered to himself.

"This guy, after his cultivation level increased, his speech and behavior are starting to resemble that immortal master's..."

(End of this chapter)