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Qin Shaojie's voice was like a curse, constantly resounding in the ears of the myrtle.

Let alone a mere youngster, even elder-level characters of the Nether Sect wouldn't dare to say that they have experienced much more than the myrtle, but even so, their spending on the myrtle for the past hundred of years was not as important as a few short sentences from Qin Shaojie's disciple, who had an impact on the myrtle.

myrtle s had the blood of a dire beast on them, and that was the blood of an arrogant, unyielding beast. Although he had lived in peace within the Nether Sect for so many years, no one could still remember his might and madness. Other than continuing his life in the swamp of Nether Sect, there seemed to be nothing else that he could do. The days of fighting with the heavens and the earth had also gradually disappeared under the cleansing of time.

However, after entering Qin Shaojie's words, the originally empty eyes of the myrtle, which were now scarlet like flames, began to jump a little. It had been so many years, and if not for Qin Shaojie's words today, perhaps he would have forgotten about the unwillingness that once filled his heart.

He could die, he didn't even care about dying, but what was the point of dying in such a depressed manner?

The myrtle raised its huge body and let out a long roar. Its dense Qi, as if it had fallen from the air above three thousand feet, carried a thousand kilograms of strength and ten thousand kilograms of weight as it wrapped the entire swamp within it. However, Elder Mo Yan was trembling inside, and from his point of view, it was only because the myrtle was truly angered.

One had to know, that back then, the number of people myrtle killed could be said to be countless!

After which, he saw that a crack line had been forcibly torn open beside Elder Mo Yan. Elder Mo Yan did not even have the time to think as he was thrown into the crack in space by a powerful force. In the blink of an eye, his entire body had left the swamp.

If Lord Limitless doesn't mind, I would like to first diagnose your body.

This was the first time he had come into contact with a myrtle, so he was not clear about its nature. If he had truly angered the myrtle, with Qin Shaojie's current strength, it would be practically impossible for him to escape from the myrtle's hands. The reason the myrtle ditched Elder Mo Yan was probably because it knew how old-fashioned the people of Nether Sect were. If it were to allow Qin Shaojie to do as he pleased here, then Qin Shaojie's movements would be restricted.

He no longer cared about whether he lived or died, but he still cherished the memory of the domineering aura that he once exuded …

Regardless of whether or not you can cure the injuries on my body, in Nether Sect, no one can harm you. Just as Qin Shaojie finished speaking, a voice filled with the vicissitudes of life rang beside Qin Shaojie's ears.

The appearance of this voice caused Qin Shaojie to be startled, and immediately after, a glimmer appeared in his eyes that was looking at the myrtle. To be able to become a guardian beast of the Nether Sect for such a long time, he had long since become intelligent and could speak. Although it would be difficult for him to take on human form due to being heavily injured, it did not affect his ability to communicate with his consciousness.

However, with these words from the myrtle, Qin Shaojie took a deep breath and felt a little more at ease. Although he had a certain method to treat the injuries of the myrtle, he was not completely sure about the specific results, and the reason the myrtle was able to save him from having to worry about it later was also so Qin Shaojie could let go of his hand and help him treat it.

Gulp!

With a flip of its huge body, the myrtle's entire body appeared from within the swamp, floating in the air. When Qin Shaojie saw its true appearance, he could not help but suppress the waves in his heart, his eyes filled with shock.

As its three hundred meter long body circled around it, it covered the sky and covered the sun, even the light in the sky. Although its aura was also restrained by the myrtle, it still gave people a huge visual impact, causing Qin Shaojie's pupils to constrict. The current myrtle was no different from the one in his memories.

Rather than calling it a snake body, it was more like a four-legged dragon body. The surface of its body was covered by shiny snake scales, but when these bodies were completely exposed, it was possible to clearly see the injuries on its body!

Although it was already quite faint and was even covered by the snake scales, and if one was not confident that they would not be able to see it clearly, they could still barely sense that the scars on its body were a little different from the body of a myrtle.

The defense of this myrtle was extremely tough. The beasts had a total of nine levels, and when the myrtle was at its peak, it was probably at the sixth or seventh level! The defensive power of a demonic beast below this rank was extremely strong, it was not easy for even life and death realm practitioners to leave scars on its body.

Back then, when the Nether Sect was established, it had experienced countless battles. And every time they fought, they would always receive the contribution of a myrtle. It could be said that if there were no myrtle, perhaps Nether Sect could still be established, but the price they paid was even higher.

The myrtle did not erase the scars formed by these injuries. Based on Nether Sect's methods, it should not be difficult to erase them. He kept it, most likely to remind himself that his life was not easy, and that it was also a badge for the Nether Sect to contribute greatly.

With a leap, Qin Shaojie also leaped to the front of the myrtle. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the scars on their bodies were larger than his own wrist, and just by looking at them, Qin Shaojie could feel how intense the battle had been and his miserable condition. What's more, there were more than one or two scars. Looking at them, there were at least a few hundred of them.

After releasing his consciousness, the consciousness started to slowly examine the injuries of the myrtle. Everywhere his consciousness passed, Qin Shaojie's brows would furrow, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

The myrtle seemed to know what Qin Shaojie was trying to do and restrained its own Qi. It even removed its defenses, allowing Qin Shaojie's consciousness to continuously inspect its body. However, this evaluation caused the scarlet-colored flames in the myrtle's seemingly empty eyes to flicker even more. The power of consciousness of the demonic beasts had always been relatively weak, so even in the face of a human's Earth Origin Stage, the myrtle's consciousness might not be that much stronger than his.

But Qin Shaojie was just at the Spirit Sea Realm, so the myrtle could feel that his spirit power far exceeded the realm he was in now. It was rather strange, but it was a little relieved when it thought that the young man was a core disciple who was raised by the Hall of Medicine.

After all, the consciousness of an alchemist was stronger than that of an ordinary person's.

Seeing the heavy expression on Qin Shaojie's face, the myrtle still did not have much of an emotional fluctuation. He had experienced too many things. Not to mention Qin Shaojie, every single hall master in the Hall of Medicine Palace would personally take care of his own body so he was naturally aware of the severity of his injuries. As for Qin Shaojie, his instincts did not place too much hope on him. After all, what he truly set his eyes on was the matter of Qin Shaojie's few words that had revealed his feelings.

As for the result, the myrtle did not seem to care that much!

If it was any other race or magical beast, they would have already fallen from such an injury. The one that could last for such a long time was most likely the power of the Huang Beast's bloodline.

After a long while, Qin Shaojie retracted his consciousness and spoke as if he was mumbling to himself.

The myrtle's injuries were even more severe than he had imagined. This myrtle had a cold constitution, but every time a wound appeared on its body, it would cause a certain amount of heat energy to accumulate on its body. Most importantly, in order to protect the myrtle, the Nether Sect must have consumed a large amount of high energy pills.

It was likely that the alchemist was clear about the principle of using three parts of the poison. A certain quantity of elixirs would benefit the user more than the user. However, if one had too many elixirs, it would not be a good thing to consume them. Moreover, these pellets were in conflict with the myrtle's physique. If it was any other existence, the internal conflict caused by the clash of these pellets would have probably exploded their bodies to death.

The reason why myrtle could still live in this world, with an imposing manner, was because, in Qin Shaojie's opinion, the myrtle had a powerful bloodline.

This was also the reason why the more powerful a magical beast was, the stronger its bloodline would be. On the contrary, the stronger the magical beast's bloodline, the greater its strength would be.

Moreover, he had analyzed each and every one of these injuries, some of them even moving the bones, they were fatal wounds, but in the eyes of the magical beasts, many of them did not alarm his internal organs, and at that time, the fatal wounds were not even detected by the Nether Sect, they were treated as normal flesh wounds. Little did they know that the injuries on those spots were not only affecting an important part of the body, but most importantly, those injuries had even inadvertently destroyed the healing power of the myrtle's bloodline.

As time passed, the myrtle's ability to heal later injuries greatly decreased.

As a result, with the continuous accumulation of his injuries, and with his bloodline healing abilities reduced, he became more dependent on the treatment of the medicine.

Right now, the biggest problem with the myrtle was the poison that it had accumulated.

As his gaze swept across the swamp area and the profound ice within, Qin Shaojie also let out a low sigh. This swamp area and the power of the profound ice was indeed able to create a good environment for the myrtle to live in, and could even reduce the rate at which the injuries on its body spread.

But the Nether Sect might never have thought that this was the place where they looked so perfect that they had to pay such a huge price to get it out.

Everything in this swamp, Xuan Bing, and even the other pills had caused the Cold Star Poison in his body to spread further. If the poison in his body could not be suppressed, then the injuries on his body would never heal.

But perhaps this couldn't be blamed on Nether Sect.

Without knowledge of the dire beasts' attribute and bloodline's power, it was difficult for them to achieve a corresponding healing process. Even Qin Shaojie himself felt that the fact that the Nether Sect was able to extend the life of the myrtle until now was not a small miracle.

I am prepared to cut some wounds on Lord Vast Expanse's body to help you extract the poison from within.

Qin Shaojie cautiously said this to the myrtle.

After all, the treatment was not a small matter, even the myrtle would have to consider it.

Hahaha, since this body is already like this, you can do whatever you want with it.

When the myrtle's voice sounded again, Qin Shaojie was also surprised, but in the end, he sighed a breath of relief. No matter what, the attitude of the myrtle allowed him to act based on his own experience, and not be too restrained!