Chapter 1080: Sure Enough, the Strong Are Still Respected
“So you’re Huangfu. I’m sorry for my rudeness. Please forgive me if I offended you.” Zhang Shizhao wiped his sweat and cupped his hands uneasily.
“No worries.” Huangfu Qingjue smiled.
Although Huangfu Qingjue said so, Zhang Shizhao couldn’t help but feel uneasy and didn’t know what to say. He was afraid that he might say something wrong and offend him.
“Let’s help the people first.” Ling Chuxi saw how Zhang Shizhao’s face trembled nervously and found it funny. As expected, the strong were respected. When he was facing her, Zhang Shizhao was afraid too, but he hadn’t been as scared as he was now.
“Yes, my Lady.” Zhang Shizhao quickly nodded and ordered the guards to help the others.
Although the black-clothed people had been aggressive in this battle, the descendants of Golden Pill Sect had grown up together and thus had a great understanding of each other. Although many people were injured, very few people died. With such capabilities in the medical field, the injured were treated in time. Except for a dozen people who were disabled due to injury, the others were fine. It was a great blessing out of misfortune.
Of course, the death of their colleagues in battle still brought them unconcealable grief and hatred.
“Clan Head Zhang, who were those black-clothed men just now? If your Zhang family has such an enemy, why haven’t I heard about them from you along the way?” asked Ling Chuxi despite having asked it before.
“Sect Leader, if our Zhang family had such enemies, how could we survive until today? To be honest, I don’t know who they were, nor do I know when I had ever offended them,” said Zhang Shizhao with a bitter face.
When he was treating the wounded, Zhang Shizhao also checked the identities of the men in black who had died, but he found nothing. He took off one of their masks but didn’t find anyone he knew. There was nothing on them that could prove their identities.
Ling Chuxi was confused.
“Clan Head Zhang, were those nine lights that appeared earlier the Nine Lives Nine Deaths Nirvana Flower?” asked Su Yizhi suddenly.
“Ah, how did I forget about this? Come with me.” Zhang Shizhao slapped his forehead and led them to the herb garden.
Huangfu Qingjue had given him such a huge shock that he had forgotten about this matter. Thankfully, Su Yizhi still remembered and reminded him.
Behind them was a large patch of a herb garden with a myriad of different colours and fragrances that assailed their nostrils. The strange light and splendour from before had already dissipated so there was nothing strange about the garden at first look.
The group focused their visions and looked around.
“Found it, I found it.” Su Yizhi exclaimed in surprise.
Ling Chuxi and the others went closer to him and looked at where Su Yizhi was. Among the colourful flowers, there was a tender white flower.
Be it day or night, the flower would have looked ordinary for any other person. However, those present in the garden were descendants of Golden Pill Sect. They had spent countless hours examining and working with strange plants. Thus, it wasn’t difficult for them to identify the uniqueness of the flower.
The pure white petals appeared as soft as a cloud; as smooth as silk; as thin as cicadas’ wings. It was as if the night wind would blow them off if it was a little too strong. However, upon closer inspection, one could tell its texture was akin to metallic jade. In fact, a falling leaf shaken by the wind had been cut into two halves upon contact with the sparkling and translucent petals, as if it had been sliced by the thinnest and sharpest word.
“This is the Nine Lives Nine Deaths Nirvana Flower?” asked Ling Chuxi in surprise. If she hadn’t heard Su Yizhi mention it, she wouldn’t have known that there was such a strange flower in the world.
“It should be it. There’s no mistake,” said Su Yizhi in surprise.
However, what kind of strange medicinal herb could it be?