Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

Leng Hua spoke in a gentle voice and looked at him. "It's just that the mistress asked about Immortal Lord just now."

"Where is she?" Mo Chen asked.

"Mistress has gone back to the mansion, but she has to take care of things. I'm afraid she doesn't have time to see Immortal Lord. Please come back in a few days. "

Mo Chen asked again. "Is she occupied with the Black Market Master's matter?"

"Yes." Leng Hua was surprised that he knew about this but could only nod.

He said nothing more about this. "In that case, I'll come back in a few days." With this, he turned around and left.

After a visit to the Ling Mansion to see the Master of the Black Market, since all the medicinal herbs to be used were ready, she switched on the Aurora Teleportation Device and looked over carefully, looking for a suitable place to refine medicinal pills.

She couldn't find any place to her liking, so she put the Aurora Teleportation Device away. After entering the room, she went straight into the space.

If it's for refining pills, no place could compare to her space. No one would disturb her inside. It was also a world of its own and had a rich spirit energy breath.

It's just that the seventh-grade medicinal pill was not so easy to refine. Although she had studied it for some days, the key herb was in a limited supply, so she couldn't afford to fail.

At the same time, at the base of the Five Poison Sect, the middle-aged man whose arm was chopped off by Guan Xilin came to the great hall with a pale face. He knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.

"Sect Master, Subordinate failed to fulfil his duty!"

Even he himself didn't expect that he would lose an arm after a trip to the Heavenly Pill Tower. Losing an arm with his Immortal Sacred's strength - how hateful!

The man wearing a mask with only a pair of cruel eyes showing squinted at the middle-aged man kneeling below. "Your arm was cut off by Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man went even lower. "It's not Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu, but a man named Guan Xilin! When my subordinates went to the Heavenly Pill Tower today, Feng Jiu didn't even show her face."

"Oh?"

The man sitting on the throne spoke with a drawl. It seemed he was surprised, but soon afterwards he was relieved. "From my understanding, Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu is surrounded by capable people. But, you're not weak. Your arm was unexpectedly cut off, so you must have been belittling the enemy."

The middle-aged man hung his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, this Guan Xilin has the strength of a Mystical Martial Divine rank!"

The man sitting on the throne was stunned. "Martial Divine rank? It turns out that he's a Mystical Cultivator?"

"Yes, Subordinate has followed Sect Master for many years. But, at the thought that he was defeated by a Mystical Cultivator, Subordinate can't tolerate this. Please, Sect Master, grant justice for Subordinate!" He knocked his head severely on the ground because he knew that if he wanted to deal with Guan Xilin, Feng Jiu and others, he had to ask the Sect Master to do it himself. Otherwise, it would be useless for anyone else to go!

His hand should not have been chopped off in vain! Regardless whether it's Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu, Guan Xilin or the Master of the Black Market! He wouldn't let any one of them go as long as he had a chance!

When he heard his plea, the man on the throne extended his left hand that was covered in a black glove and looked at him. His low chuckle contained gloom and coldness. "Withdraw first! In a few days, I will finish cultivating my Myriad Poison Hand. At that time, we will slowly deal with them one by one!" As he spoke, he twisted his hand slowly as disturbing cracking sounds could be heard...