Save One, Save A Thousand

Shortly afterwards, Xiao Ming closed his eyes, his spirit consciousness sinking deeper into the disciple's body as he conducted another careful scan.

His heart raced from time to time as he assessed the situation, his mind sharp and focused. He knew time was of the essence.

Each passing second, the disciple's life hung by a thread, and it was clear that the toxin coursing through his veins was but one threat out of the others.

As his dao qi spread out, Xiao Ming probed the cultivator's inner body, tracing the flow of energy and searching for the source of the foreign energy.

He had already detected it once—a foreign, sinister energy blocking the natural flow of his qi, like a dark knot in the disciple's channels.

But now, after the second scan, Xiao Ming was finally able to make a clearer deduction.

His brow furrowed with a deep sense of concern.