Five kinds of medicine in another world

"who are you?"

The Dragon Emperor looked at the Immortal Slave Steward who was still standing quietly on the Immortal Slave Altar. He could no longer hold back his curiosity and asked directly.

His eyes were fixed on the Immortal Slave Steward, as if he wanted to see through his appearance to the secrets deep in his heart.

"Does it matter who I am? Isn't it enough as long as I can help you resist the arrival of the gods? Identity? There's no need to know."

The Immortal Slave Manager glanced at the Dragon Emperor and replied softly. His voice was calm and firm, which made people feel awe.

The Dragon Emperor was indeed a great hero. After hearing what the Immortal Slave Manager said, he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he said:

"What do you think we should do next?"

There was a hint of helplessness and confusion in his tone, and he was obviously confused about the current situation.

The Immortal Slave Manager looked at the Dragon Emperor with some doubt, and asked with a slight smile:

"Are you sure you want to ask me?"

He seemed surprised by the question from the Dragon Emperor, but also seemed confident.

The Dragon Emperor also suddenly felt something was wrong, but he still replied with a little self-mockery:

"It's just collecting opinions. Don't be so stingy."

He tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone, but he couldn't act too casual, lest he arouse resistance from the immortal slave steward who didn't know the camp.

So, he chose a relaxed and respectful way to say:

"Stop joking. Just tell me what you want to say. We are in the same camp now."

In this way, he expressed his respect for the Immortal Slave Steward while preventing the atmosphere of the conversation from being too serious.

However, this time the Immortal Slave Steward did not respond with a smile as usual, but instead a look of slight worry appeared on his face.

He replied slowly:

"I guess the next wave of attack may be the last one. Not only that, the earth immortals I have been in contact with have now lost their trace. I am worried... they may have met with an accident."

Hearing this, the Dragon Emperor was shocked and his face turned pale. He widened his eyes and asked again in disbelief:

"You said they were eaten? Are you sure?"

The Immortal Slave Steward shook his head, indicating that he was unsure. But he continued to explain:

"Although I cannot know for sure whether they have been eaten, I can feel that the aura of the earthly immortals is gradually disappearing. At the same time, the power of the heavenly immortals is constantly increasing. Therefore, I suspect that the next attack will be composed of all heavenly immortals, and the number will definitely not be less than three."

"Three celestial beings?"

The Dragon Emperor frowned, somewhat puzzled and questioning. He felt that this number seemed a little unreasonable. If all the earthly immortals had disappeared, then the number of heavenly immortals should be far more than three.

Li Hengdao on the side said calmly:

"Three celestial immortals are too optimistic. I noticed four celestial immortals back then, but there were too many earthly immortals and human immortals descending to the mortal world, blocking the door on the moon and preventing them from descending. Now if the earthly immortals are really eaten, I conservatively estimate that seven celestial immortals may be born."

Li Hengdao's words surprised the Immortal Slave Chief. Five thousand years ago, not a single celestial immortal had died. If there were already four celestial immortals five thousand years ago, then the number of celestial immortals five thousand years later would very likely exceed seven, and that was after all the earthly immortals were exterminated.

"Brother Hengdao, how do you think we can break the impasse now?"

Li Hengdao glanced at the Dragon Emperor and did not reply. He just silently took a few steps back, revealing the figure of Gu Shijiu.

Gu Shijiu glanced at Li Hengdao, understood what Li Hengdao meant, stepped forward a few steps and said:

"Since it is very likely that a celestial being has descended, the existence of others is meaningless. Except for the saint, the battle of everyone else should end."

"I propose that all the troops retreat to a safe location and wait for the arrival of a fairy. If it is found that it is a celestial fairy and there are no other earthly or human fairies, all troops should evacuate in time. County Magistrate Yuwen Nuo, County Magistrate Gongsun Wen, and General Lu Chao and others should be responsible for this."

"It's time for us saints to fight bloody battles."

Gu Shijiu’s words made Emperor Yang Tian feel uncomfortable. After all, his own killing weapon was about to be destroyed, so he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

"The power of Yang Tiandi's Wanbu Tuxian is indeed very powerful, but it is still a little lacking in strength to fight against the Celestial Immortals. If the power of Wanbu Tuxian can be further increased and directly kill all the Celestial Immortals, then we old bones will be really useless, haha."

Jiang Lei obviously noticed Emperor Yang Tian’s disappointment and spoke to comfort him.

Emperor Yangtian looked much better, with a modest smile on his face, and said:

"No, no, on the day of the Immortal's arrival, we all share the same hatred for the enemy. Wanbu Tuxian can only play its role thanks to the saints. Now it is time for it to end."

After Emperor Yang Tian finished speaking, he settled Lu Chao and others around him, ordered all the troops to retreat, and left the real battlefield to these saints.

After all, these people and horses were hard-earned, and it would be best to avoid losing them. These people and horses are the bargaining chips for ruling the dynasty in the future. If they are all lost, the Shenlong Dynasty is likely to change.

Led by several seventh-level warriors, the army slowly dispersed towards the periphery and retreated to a very safe distance. All the men and horses abandoned their baggage. The fifth- and sixth-level warriors all rode on horses, and the seventh-level warriors were all ready to fly away. The entire team was in a state where they could retreat at any time.

The Dragon Emperor looked at the status of the team, nodded with satisfaction, and whispered to the Yangtian Emperor:

"The number of saints is a little small, but the troops are okay. They are still elite and know how to make choices."

Emperor Yangtian agreed with a wry smile, watching the army throw the three thousand Wanbu Tuxian fighters aside without hesitation, and cursed in his heart: "What a bunch of prodigal sons!" They looked like they didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were.

That’s a total of three thousand Wanbu Tuxian!

Emperor Yangtian's heart was bleeding!

He actually wanted to let the troops run away with Wanbu Tuxian, but looking at the approving look of the Dragon Emperor, he finally gritted his teeth and endured it, muttering silently in his heart:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

The Immortal Slave Steward looked up at the sky, then looked at the saints around him, then sat cross-legged quietly on the Immortal Slave Altar again, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Upon seeing this, the other saints followed suit, sitting cross-legged on the ground, adjusting their breathing, and preparing for the final battle with Xian Lin.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. During this period, everyone was waiting nervously, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.