151: The strength of Medicine King Valley

A few days later, several off-road vehicles arrived at a village in Southern Xinjiang.

Since the terrain ahead consisted of deep mountains and old forests, the off-road vehicles couldn't easily pass through, so Ling Xian led his group out of the cars.

After getting out, Ling Xian led the Living Dead, Ling San, Lu Xiyue, and Han Xintian as they set off toward Medicine King Valley.

During this time, Ling Xian didn't waste a single moment, nor did he plan to directly notify the Ten Thousand Poisons Alliance.

If he truly got entangled with the Ten Thousand Poisons Alliance, it wouldn't be so easy to get away.

"Tell me about the specific situation of Medicine King Valley," Ling Xian turned his head and asked Han Xintian.

Although the original plot of the illusion dream mentioned that Medicine King Valley had many Grandmasters and Elders with substantial strength, it was better to be cautious.

Who knew if Su Ran's luck would affect the development of Medicine King Valley's strength.

"Hmph, my Medicine King Valley is a great sect with a thousand-year heritage. Your challenge is just seeking death," Han Xintian snorted coldly, her heart swelling with pride at the mention of her sect.

"It's true that Medicine King Valley is a great sect inheriting medical scriptures, but it's also a great sect of spell inheritance, further assisted by formations.

Take the Valley Master, for instance; ten years ago, he was already a Spell Grandmaster, a Late Stage Grandmaster expert.

Then there are the three Grandmaster Elders, though one has already fallen."

Ling Xian nodded, knowing that Han Xintian was referring to that Third Elder from Tongxuan Valley.

Four Grandmasters, just like in the original plot.

"After that, there are four Grandmaster Elders, though one also fell at your hands," Han Xintian continued, her voice growing lower and lower as a bitter look crossed her face.

"Finally, there are the various Enshrined Experts. Aside from three Grandmasters, there are several Fifth-rank powerhouses.

And within our Medicine King Valley disciples, there are also over a dozen Fifth-rank powerhouses."

"Your Medicine King Valley has quite a lot of people!" Ling Xian frowned slightly, not expecting the existence of Enshrined Experts.

In the Martial Arts World, sects were numerous; most small sects only had dozens of people, some even just a few disciples.

For example, Su Ran's Qingxin Sect was like that.

It was a sect, right? Even a major one.

Yet the total number was just Su Ran, his seven senior sisters, and the Sect Master—only nine people in total.

There were larger ones, with the slightly bigger ones having over a hundred people.

But a place like Medicine King Valley, which had dozens of people at the Fifth-rank or higher alone, was truly rare.

Four Grandmasters, seven Grandmasters, and dozens of fifth-rankers.

One had to admit that, excluding sects with Eighth-rank experts presiding over them, the foundation of Medicine King Valley was indeed profound.

"Now you know the power of my Medicine King Valley? Release me quickly, or don't blame my Medicine King Valley for being merciless," Han Xintian sneered, her proud head lifting slightly like a peacock spreading its feathers.

"If it weren't for so many experts presiding over it, my Medicine King Valley would have been trampled by various sects and noble families long ago.

After all, the cultivation resources of Medicine King Valley are too abundant."

"Not bad, but for me, it's still a bit lackluster," Ling Xian said dismissively, letting out a chuckle. "If your Medicine King Valley is so powerful, why hide the sect's location? In the end, it's still fear."

"You!" Han Xintian was choked with anger. "Our Medicine King Valley acts with low-profile and is indifferent to worldly struggles."

She realized that her originally proud personality was constantly being deflated by Ling Xian.

She understood it was still because of her lack of strength.

There was only one mountain path leading to Medicine King Valley, winding and twisting, with many poisonous miasmas and mists along the way.

Without a guide like Han Xintian to lead the way, ordinary people would only get trapped inside and be unable to come out.

No one would have expected that the Medicine King Valley, so famous in the Martial Arts World, would actually use poisonous miasma as cover in Southern Xinjiang.

What was even more interesting was that right under the nose of the Ten Thousand Poisons Alliance, the alliance hadn't noticed a thing. Wasn't it laughable?

On the road, there were occasional wild beasts, poisonous insects, and even venomous snakes like cobras.

If not for being a martial artist, an ordinary person walking in would most likely only face death.

This was perhaps where the true cleverness of Medicine King Valley lay.

They established poisonous miasma and mist barriers for ordinary people, and for martial artists, they built a fake Medicine King Valley in Southern Spring to deceive them.

This was likely why Medicine King Valley could possess so many thousand-year precious medicines and maintain its heritage for a thousand years amidst so many powerhouses.

A day and a night later, after a long mountain trek.

Han Xintian pointed to a valley not far away and said, "We've arrived. Medicine King Valley!"

Ling Xian looked over and saw a precipice like a natural chasm standing before him. The massive valley entrance looked as if it had been cleaved from the giant mountain by a single blade strike.

This valley entrance had been renovated by generations of Medicine King Valley people, and a ten-meter-high city wall had long since been established.

This wall enclosed Medicine King Valley within, making it like a hidden paradise.

At this moment, Ling Xian's heart had to admit that Medicine King Valley was both magnificent and beautiful.

After generations of refinement, Medicine King Valley was more than just a little bit stronger than Tongxuan Valley.

With a 'swish' sound.

Several figures leaped down from the ten-meter-high wall, landing as if on level ground to face Han Xintian.

These figures had roughly third or fourth-rank strength.

"Senior Sister Han, you're back. How did the cooperation go this time?"

"It was alright," Han Xintian replied absent-mindedly.

She really wanted to shout for help, but the powerful True Qi of Ling Xian and Ling San enveloped her body; she could only say it was life-threatening.

"Where is Elder Shen?" another disciple asked.

"He's discussing details with the Wu Family and Lu Family; he probably won't be back for a while," Han Xintian blinked her eyes repeatedly, hoping these disciples would notice.

"Senior Sister Han, did something get in your eye? Junior brother here can help blow it out," one disciple, thinking his chance had come, hurriedly tried to curry favor.

At this moment, Han Xintian finally understood a truth.

The disciples of Medicine King Valley were sent to the valley from birth. Some might never have left in their entire lives, never having experienced the harsh beatings of society and the Martial Arts World; they were purely a bunch of idiots.

"Senior Sister, who are these people?" Finally, a disciple looked at Ling Xian and the others behind her and reached the point.

"These people are important figures from the Wu Family and Lu Family."

This wasn't wrong; Ling Xian alone controlled both families.

Looking at this group of disciples wearing white martial arts suits rather than ancient robes, it was clear that Medicine King Valley wasn't completely isolated from the world, but it was also unlikely they had close ties to modern society.

They probably didn't even know about the Qianji Pavilion's official website, much less his title as the King of the East Sea.

"Once I take this place, I must reform it. This is a massive network of relationships; the previous way of building connections was far too inefficient," Ling Xian thought to himself.

Entering the valley, one would find it incredibly vast, about the size of a dozen large football fields.

The valley was filled with dense buildings, many of which were in ancient styles, but a small portion had already adopted styles from a decade or so ago in modern society.

The valley didn't just contain casters and martial artists; there were also some ordinary people. Their ancestors had lived there before Medicine King Valley went into seclusion, and occasionally going out could bring some novel things back to the valley.

Several disciples saw the attractive faces of Ling Xian's group and stole glances at them from time to time.

One had to know that within the valley, only Senior Sister Han could match the looks of Ling Xian's group.

"Everyone, our Medicine King Valley is a major sect in the Martial Arts World. Outside, every disciple is a leader among men.

We are partners after all; if you have any requests, feel free to voice them."