Chapter 563 — The Fat Tiger's Supremacy
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"It's Fat Dragon!
And Senior Brother Tiger and the rest! They've come looking for me! " Shen Mu hurried over, refining the antidote even as he ran.
From far off he saw Long Qilin swaying on his feet, then suddenly foam at the mouth, his body going stiff, four hooves in the air, sprawled on his back and utterly still. Shen Mu shot toward them at flying speed; while he was still a hundred zhang from Long Qilin and the Black Tiger God, the antidote was already done. He flicked his fingers in rapid succession, the vital-essence furnace burst open, and pellet after pellet of antidote flew into Long Qilin's mouth.
Shen Mu came howling in, his hand techniques shifting through a thousand transformations; in the blink of an eye he had cast countless seal-arts, as though he had grown a thousand arms, circling Long Qilin at speed, striking one after another upon the fallen fat body, dissolving the medicine's power swiftly so it would not harm his flesh. "He seems to have gotten even fatter. . . " Shen Mu's palm landed on Long Qilin, and he felt the rebound of all that fat, which made it hard for his technique of dissolving the medicine to work.
He wondered inwardly: "The pills I left him weren't all that many.
How did he eat himself this fat? Could I have wronged him? Is he really the sort of constitution that gains flesh even from drinking water? " Sang Hua, Ling Yuxiu, Si Yunxiang, Snow Fox, and the others were standing nearby. When they saw Shen Mu charging over, they were startled at first and were about to fend off the newcomer; only when they recognized Shen Mu did their hearts lift, and they waited quietly for him to purge the poison from Long Qilin.
Shen Mu's vital essence steamed; slapping and striking, he finally dissolved the antidote's power and sent it through every part of Long Qilin's body. Only then did he breathe easy, pull out a sweat cloth, and wipe the perspiration from his brow. "Good thing the poison refined this time wasn't anything too formidable. .
. " At his feet, Long Qilin stared wide-eyed, gazing at him with resentment, wearing the look of one who has lost all will to live. Shen Mu smiled and consoled him: "It's fine, it's fine, nothing serious.
In a little while you'll be able to stand.
Only your sense of smell and taste will be off for a time; in a day or two they'll be as good as new. Xiangzi, don't eat him, he isn't dead. . . really, not dead! Even if he were dead, you're not allowed to eat him. Spit him out.
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. How did you all get here? " Xiangzi spat out the stiff Long Qilin with great reluctance. Snow Fox, controlling a whirlwind, sent Shen Mu's two stinking shoes far away, then leaped onto the head of the fallen Long Qilin and laughed: "After you disappeared, the Axe Venerable notified Imperial Preceptor Jingping. The Imperial Preceptor said you were in no danger and wouldn't die so easily, but he still sent word to the Heavenly Sage Cult. So the Holy Maiden Xiang brought us here.
" The girl could never pronounce "axe" and "tiger" properly; her words came out slurred.