Chapter 63: The Battle Royale of Transmigrators (Part 4)

At the exact moment of the explosion, the floor beneath An Miaotong's feet was entirely blown away. Leveraging the force of the blast, she was instantly propelled far from the center of the explosion, successfully evading the shrapnel of the landmine.

Catching a glimpse of An Miaotong gracefully leaving the plaza, Elder Wen nearly frothed with rage.

*(From the very beginning, this bastard deliberately lured us into this trap, even willing to let herself be struck by Madam Gan’s crossbow bolt to paralyze us.)*

At this point, he no longer cared about being assimilated by Gan Zhixuan.

*(As for the injuries sustained by the bastard, Yun Zheng naturally deduced that within the illusion, as long as one didn't die, no matter how severe the injuries, they would not affect reality.)*

*(And the spot where the bastard stood did not contain a landmine, but ordinary explosives. Those upstart miners have no shortage of such contraband; they must have rehearsed this many times over the past period to ensure they could escape with their lives.)*

*(Damn it, outwitted by that scoundrel surnamed Yun again! It’s a pity, though, that you still underestimated us. Neither Wen Er nor I fell into your trap, and this kind of trap isn't quite lethal enough to kill Cui Xuanliang and Gan Zhixuan.)*

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the plaza had long since become unrecognizable. The cratered, scorched earth was littered with sharp shrapnel and shattered stones.

Amidst the ruins, Cui Xuanliang stood in tattered clothes, his body covered in blood and dirt.

Countless sharp stone and metallic shrapnel fragments tore rapidly through the area, tantamount to subjecting everyone present to a slow death by a thousand cuts.

Elder Wen thought to himself, "Why can't I see Zhixuan? Oh no!"

Covered in bloody wounds, Gan Zhixuan looked like a yaksha just returned from hell as she pursued An Miaotong.

Just as Yun Zheng was luring the Four Beasts of Xishui into his meticulously arranged death trap, Ye Xi, on the other end, was achieving ultimate victory in the Medicine King Trials.

Chuckling like wind chimes, Ye Xi knocked the Great Elder and his illegitimate son to the ground, while Song Yiyi promptly bound the two together with ropes.

Not only had Ye Xi smoothly passed the various trials of the Medicine King Valley, avoiding several meticulously designed consecutive death traps, but she had also solved the headless murder cases that had occurred in the valley over the past few days.

Ye Xi's airtight, meticulous analysis left everyone utterly prostrate in admiration and won over completely.

The Great Elder had deliberately incited several disciplinary elders to become enemies with the Medicine King candidates, then plotted to murder them. Finally, he attempted to fabricate a scenario where the candidates died accidentally during the trials, shifting all the blame onto them.

By doing so, he eliminated dissidents, pushed his illegitimate son onto the throne of the Medicine King, and seized the essence of the external medical knowledge brought by the candidates for the Medicine King Valley.

However, only Ye Xi knew that all of this had been deduced through supreme wisdom by her grandfather back then, who had braved nine deaths to figure it out. Her ability to effortlessly unravel this massive conspiracy was essentially cheating by copying the answers. Everything that was about to happen was already clear in her mind.

"Young Master Ye has eliminated the hidden traitor who lurked in our Medicine King Valley for years, rendering a contribution of immeasurable magnitude. This act not only demonstrates peerless skill but also reflects extraordinary resourcefulness," praised the Elder of Scripture Transmission.

"Yay! Young Master Ye is just this amazing!" Song Yiyi cheered, jumping up and down with undisguised joy shining in her eyes.

"The Elder flatters me," Ye Xi replied with a composed expression.

"Now, the crown of the Medicine King undoubtedly falls upon Young Master Ye," the Elder of Scripture Transmission said. "However, there is one more matter."

"What matter?" Ye Xi asked calmly.

"Young Master Ye must know that the founder of our sect, Sun Simiao, possessed not only peerless medical skills but also petitioned the imperial court to establish the Curse-Prohibition Department, compiling *Twenty-Two Chapters on Prohibition* as a textbook to teach students the art of curse prohibition to exorcise evil spirits and ghosts."

"I naturally know. Later, True Persons Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, who managed the Curse-Prohibition Department in the early Tang Dynasty, both had ties to the first-generation Medicine King."

"Therefore, our sect wishes to test Young Master Ye's cultivation in the art of curse prohibition. If you are unwilling to be tested, it matters not and will not hinder your succession to the Medicine King's throne. We only fear that some disciples below might 'comply in appearance while dissenting in heart'..."

"This young master understands. Please set up the formation, Elders."

The elders stepped back as instructed, and shortly after, retrieved various boxes from hidden places. Unfolding them revealed all sorts of cursed objects: withered and greenish dead human hands, rotting wolf claws, bloody eyeballs suspended in mid-air spinning incessantly, and black Buddhist prayer beads radiating an eerie glow—all exuding a hair-raising aura.

As the elders each exerted their Daoist arts, channeling the Big Dipper, the Five Elements, the Heavenly Stems, and the Twelve Zodiacs, the curse power within the cursed objects was fully unleashed. In an instant, they formed a lethal formation that enveloped Ye Xi, transforming into a thick cloud of black smoke where vengeful souls shrieked, fierce spirits rampaged, and countless ghostly hands rose and fell.

The terrifying aura instantly weighed heavily on Ye Xi's heart.

Yet she was well-prepared, having mounted a snow-white unicorn before entering the formation.

At that moment, she mobilized the life force within her Timid Sprite bloodline, triggering the sacred power of the unicorn. Instantly, a frost-white radiance burst forth in all directions. The black smoke dissolved like boiling water poured on snow, vanishing in an instant amidst a chorus of burning, painful cries.

Meanwhile, those bizarre cursed objects emitted cracking and crunching sounds, shattering into grayish-white powder.

"The Bodhi is not a tree,
The bright mirror is not a stand.
fundamentally there is not a single thing,
Where could dust settle?"

Ye Xi pressed her palms together, her demeanor solemn and dignified, resembling the descent of Cihang to deliver all living beings from suffering.

She was not particularly a devout Buddhist, but the verse by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was used here with absolute perfection, fitting the scene seamlessly.

Everyone in the Medicine King Valley was left dumbfounded and slack-jawed.

That Young Master Ye could subdue a unicorn, which ordinary people could never approach, was already astonishing enough. They had never imagined that he could connect with the sacred unicorn in heart and mind, completely unleashing its sacred power.

In that case, wasn't he born with a supreme sacred body, completely immune to all evils?

"A miracle!" the Elder of Scripture Transmission cried out first.

Following him, the others in the Medicine King Valley shouted in unison about a miracle, bowing respectfully to Ye Xi.

"The Medicine King founded the Curse-Prohibition Department originally to banish all evils in the world, not to harm people with curse arts. Young Master Ye is born with a sacred body, immune to all evils, and is the true master of our Medicine King Valley. We are utterly convinced and submit to him. From now on, we will follow the Valley Master Ye's commands through wind and rain; even if it means climbing mountains of swords or descending into seas of fire, we will never take a step back!"

The Elder of Scripture Transmission said with utmost solemnity.

"We faithfully revere Young Master Ye as our master, with no regrets even through a hundred deaths!"

All the disciples of the Medicine King Valley spoke in unison, their eyes flashing with fanatical fervor.

The Elder of Scripture Transmission produced a meticulously crafted grand seal made of purple chalcedony, which continuously emitted the lingering fragrance of famous medicinal herbs. It was none of other than the Medicine King Seal, the sect-鎮派 talisman of the Medicine King Valley.

Ye Xi secretly found it somewhat amusing. She already possessed the Medicine King Seal left by her grandfather, and now she had acquired another one from the Medicine King Valley within the illusion—wouldn't that make two?

Outwardly, however, she remained calm and composed, respectfully receiving the token bestowed by the Elder of Scripture Transmission. Through the intricate internal rituals of the Medicine King Valley, just like her grandfather in years past, she was crowned as the contemporary Medicine King.

After the ceremony concluded, Song Yiyi excitedly lunged into Ye Xi's arms, giving her a tight embrace: "Young Master Ye, after all these harrowing hardships, you've won! Yiyi is so, so happy... Don't push me away, Young Master Ye, you smell so wonderful..."