The Myriad Medicine Ruins were a primeval forest covered by lethal poisons. Su Qing held a bronze wind lantern, leading the way. Han Yuan followed behind, carrying a massive medicine box.
"Keep up. Step only on my shadow."
Suddenly, a ten-zhang-long "Black-Armored Venom Scorpion" coiled around a tree trunk. A peak Integration-stage beast.
"Its shell is too thick," Han Yuan's hand went to his broken wood.
"Thick?" Su Qing gave an undecipherable laugh.
She blew out the lantern. Her body ghosted forward. "Han Yuan, watch closely. So-called defense is nothing more than structural self-deception."
In Su Qing's hand, a foot-long needle appeared. She didn't dodge; she stepped aside at the last second and lightly pierced a tiny wrinkle in the joint of the scorpion's pincer.
Buzz—
The once-mighty scorpion froze. Its armor began to disassemble itself like peeling paint.
"Its spiritual cycle relies on three nodes. I merely catalyzed a thrombosis in the left node."
Three breaths later, the fierce beast had turned into a pile of limp meat. Su Qing pulled out a white, jade-like tube of matter—Cloud-Piercing Bone Marrow.
"Let's go. With this, I can reconnect your origin vein."
Han Yuan shouldered the box. "Physician Su, if one day I become a 'gangrene' in your eyes, would you disassemble me too?"
Su Qing stopped. She turned around in the thick mist.
"I don't want to treat a dead man, especially... one I saved myself."
She relit the lantern. "Keep up! We need to gather the 'Sunset Flower' before dark, or your dinner will be stewed centipedes!"