193: You are not worthy of being called a doctor.

The wind and snow in Frost-Falling City seemed to pause for a moment.

Only after Gongsun Yan's figure disappeared around the street corner did the suffocating fear on the market slowly dissipate.

The guards who had been suspended in mid-air by the vines fell to the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Li Xuan was still paralyzed on the ground, emitting a foul odor, his eyes vacant.

He was finished.

The Hall of Rejuvenation was finished too.

Gongsun Yan did not look back.

The fate of those people had nothing to do with her.

She walked slowly along the streets of Frost-Falling City, her goose-yellow long dress gently swaying in the crisp, cold air.

She opened her palm.

That wisp of black cold toxin that had been stripped out twisted restlessly in her palm, like a tiny venomous snake.

The Pill Dao Saint Body could clearly sense it.

This toxin was refined by forcefully mixing the Divine Souls and vital blood of at least a hundred Mortals with a certain type of yin-cold Spiritual Plant.

The method was crude and utterly malicious.

"Using living beings as a medicinal guide to refine poison pills..."

Gongsun Yan’s clear eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of Profound Ice.

She looked up, gazing toward the North City.

The source of the resentment and bloodlust clearly guided her direction, like a lighthouse in the dark night.

North City was a desolate area.

There were no shops or residences here, only a few abandoned courtyards.

A faint, almost imperceptible stench of decay permeated the air.

Gongsun Yan stopped in front of the gate of the courtyard that looked the most dilapidated.

Dead vines covered the courtyard wall, and a rusty copper lock hung on the door.

It seemed ordinary.

But in her perception, the flow of vital energy beneath this courtyard was extremely strange.

Like a massive tumor slowly rotting away.

She did not push the door open.

She merely extended a finger and gently touched the ground.

An inconspicuous foxtail weed poked its head out from a crack in the stone, and then, as if endowed with life, its roots rapidly burrowed deep underground.

A moment later.

The scene beneath the ground was clearly presented in her mind.

It was a massive dungeon.

Inside the dungeon, hundreds of iron cages were arranged.

Each cage held a Mortal who was emaciated, sallow-faced, and whose eyes were dull.

There were elderly people and children.

In the center of the dungeon, there was a huge pool of blood.

By the edge of the pool, a gaunt, black-robed old man was tossing an unconscious child into the pool.

The blood pool churned, and the child's figure instantly vanished.

The old man, meanwhile, revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment and intoxication.

Gongsun Yan withdrew her finger.

That foxtail weed instantly withered into ash.

She was expressionless as she lifted her foot and walked forward.

The courtyard gate, forged from Profound Iron and reinforced with a Formation, silently turned into dust before her, like rotten wood.

The scene inside the courtyard caused her to frown slightly.

The courtyard was filled with various poisonous plants of the yin-cold attribute.

Beneath the root of every poisonous plant was buried a corpse that had not yet fully decomposed.

"Who!"

A sharp shout came from the entrance of the dungeon.

Sensing that the Formation had been broken, the black-robed old man flashed and appeared in the courtyard.

He saw Gongsun Yan.

A seemingly harmless girl in a yellow dress.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, immediately turning into greed.

"Heavenly Immortal Late Stage?"

"What a fine Cauldron! Truly a magnificent Cauldron!"

The old man let out a hoarse laugh and extended his withered claw.

"Little girl, walking into this death trap yourself—are you tired of living!"

"Perfect! My 'Hundred Infant Cold Soul Pill' is just missing one primary ingredient!"

The oppressive might of an Early-stage True Immortal burst forth from his body.

All the poisonous plants in the courtyard swayed wildly under this pressure, emitting a lethal toxic mist.

Gongsun Yan did not speak.

She merely lifted her eyes and quietly stared at him.

"The medicinal smell on you is repulsive."

Her voice was very soft.

Yet, it instantly halted the black-robed old man's laughter.

"What did you say!"

"I said."

Gongsun Yan took a step forward, and the earth beneath her feet began to tremble.

"You are not worthy to be called a Healer."

Boom!

The ground exploded.

Countless emerald-green vines, like awakened ancient pythons, shot into the sky!

These vines were no longer in the form that merely bound people, as they had been in the market.

At their tips, strange and beautiful flower buds blossomed.

The buds opened, revealing sharp teeth within that were like blades!

"Insignificant tricks!"

The black-robed old man snorted coldly and formed hand seals.

"Myriad Poisons Return to Origin!"

All the toxic mist and poisonous plants in the courtyard instantly converged into a ferocious black venomous python, charging toward the vines.

However.

The instant the two made contact.

That arrogant venomous python let out a mournful shriek.

Its body, composed of deadly poison, was actually being frantically devoured and purified by those emerald-green vines!

The majestic power of life was the nemesis of all deadly poisons in this world!

"Impossible!"

The black-robed old man's expression drastically changed.

"What kind of Dao technique is this!"

Gongsun Yan did not answer him.

She held her fingers together like a sword and pointed them remotely at the old man.

"Spring Efflorescence."

An emerald-green speck of light flew out from her fingertip.

That speck of light looked so gentle and was filled with the breath of life.

The black-robed old man instinctively felt a fatal crisis and tried to dodge, but found his body was firmly locked down by an unseen force.

The speck of light sank into his glabella.

"Ah—"

A scream a hundred times more miserable than Li Xuan's echoed through the sky.

The black-robed old man's body began to rejuvenate at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His withered skin became smooth, his gray hair turned black, and his hunched body straightened again.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an old man nearing death into a vibrant, youthful man.

Yet, his screams became increasingly shrill.

Because his cultivation, his Lifespan, and everything he possessed were being frantically burned up in this reversed vitality!

How could this be a blessing?

This was clearly the most vicious curse!

"I told you."

Gongsun Yan walked up to him and looked down at him.

"You are not worthy."

She stretched out her hand and pressed it onto the crown of his head.

Majestic life force surged into his Sea of Consciousness.

There was no pain of soul searching.

Only the gentlest erasure.

The fear and malice in the old man's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by blankness.

The memories of his entire life, all his sins, were completely washed away.

He became an idiot with only the appearance of a young man.

Gongsun Yan released her hand.

She turned and walked toward the dark entrance of the dungeon.

Inside the dungeon.

The hundreds of Mortals in the iron cages watched the yellow-robed girl slowly descending, their eyes filled with terror.

She did not speak.

She simply waved her hand.

All the iron cages opened instantly.

A soft green light enveloped the entire dungeon.

The physical wounds of the Mortals, and the fear in their hearts, were slowly soothed by this power.

After completing all this.

Gongsun Yan walked out of the courtyard.

Behind her.

That courtyard filled with sin, that bloody dungeon, began to collapse.

What replaced it.

Was a Hundred Herbs Garden, blooming freely in the wind and snow.

Full of vitality.

Gongsun Yan stood at the street corner of North City and glanced back.

Her clear eyes were utterly cold.

She took out her disciple token and transmitted a strand of Divine Thought into it.

"Third Senior Brother, Frost-Falling City in the Southern Region Borderlands."

"Someone here is using Mortals to refine Demonic Pills."

"Check how many such supply chains exist."

"Then."

"Uproot them all."