Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Feng Jiu gave him a cursory glance before tapping the major acupoints on Pei Zixuan's body. After Mu Ling and others took over to support him, Feng Jiu glanced at the man on the ground.

"Take out the antidote."

Her voice was soft, but imposing, with an inexplicable aura of authority that made people around them speculate on this person's identity.

Even though the young man in white was wearing the Blue Star Immortal Sect's robe, his imposing Strong Exponent's aura made them hesitate. Were all Blue Star's disciples this powerful? Could a single blow send a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator flying?

"Antidote? There's no antidote!"

The man on the ground answered as he stared at Pei Zixuan coldly. "You will die for sure!"

Guo Ziqi and others could not help but feel anxious after hearing this. There's no antidote? What should they do? Was this poison extremely lethal? Would Senior Brother Zixuan die here?

"No antidote?"

Feng Jiu asked indifferently as she walked slowly and came to the side where the sword had fallen. She stepped on it and then took the sword on the ground into her hand. She turned the sword in her hand, and its icy glint flashed in front of everyone. Before anyone could react, the sharp blade pierced the disciple on the ground in the chest.

"Aaah!"

"Senior Brother He!"

"Senior Brother He!"

There was a scream, and the disciples around him exclaimed in surprise, but no one came. They looked at the young man in white with a sword in his hand who calmly stabbed Brother He's chest. Their hearts couldn't help palpitating. If the sword deviated slightly, it would pierce the heart. Even if there were no poison on the sword, the situation would be hopeless.

The sword pierced the disciple's chest and the poison quickly seeped into his body, which alarmed him and prompted him to quickly extract the antidote. Before the antidote could be administered, however, it was snatched by the sword in his opponent's hand.

"Give me back the antidote!" The disciple cried out. While reaching forward to grab it, the pain was so excruciating that he collapsed to the ground with a groan.

Feng Jiu glanced at him, slowly unscrewed the lid, and smelled it. Her gaze remained fixed on the man sitting on the ground. When she noticed him staring at her, she had an idea.

When she smelled the medicinal scent emanating from the bottle, her lips curled slightly into a smile, but it was as terrible as the devil in the man's eyes.

"This is a good antidote. Why don't you take it first?"

When the man heard this and saw the young man come over with the medicine bottle, he panicked and hurriedly said, "I'll take it out! I'll take the real antidote out! Please don't come here, please don't come here!"

People around him knew as soon as the words came out of his mouth that he pretended to take out the antidote, but it turned out that he had taken out the poison. How could he still want to harm others at this point?

For a time, each disciple's eyes were looking at him with mixed feelings. Many of the disciples who were with him felt apprehensive in their hearts. Would they be duped by him one day without being aware of it? It's worrying to be with such a person.

"Don't you think that if I kill you and search your body, I can find the antidote on my own?" Feng Jiu raised her eyebrow as her icy stare landed on the man.