Chapter 3107 Plan
Qiao Mu raised her finger and produced a row of silver needles from her inner world. Each needle gleamed brightly as they lined up before her.
Extracting a few of them, her eyelids remained unmoved. Swiftly, she inserted the needles and then patted and pressed on the person's arm, producing a cracking sound.
Initially writhing in pain with tears and snot streaming down his face, the man suddenly felt the pain vanish in less than two seconds.
Just as he was about to inquire, a medicinal pill flew out of his mouth, melting within seconds and leaving no trace.
"The consultation fee is 10,000 spirit currency, and the Spirit Pill is 100,000," Qiao Mu declared indifferently. She shouted at the dumbfounded Madam Guo'an, "Why are you standing there staring? Write it down!!"
Madam Guo'an promptly nodded, holding the umbrella with one hand and extracting a pen and paper from her inner world with the other. She quickly noted down the information.
The little stoic's cold expression persisted as she moved through the crowd. The Dou Clan brothers noticed the patients beside them decreasing at a visible rate.
Dou Fengmian couldn't help but break into a grateful nod at the little stoic. "Thank you for your help."
The little stoic, expressionless, glanced at him with her small face. "I need money."
Young Sir Dou had mixed feelings for a moment.
Getting close to the little lady was truly challenging!
For those unfamiliar to her, the little lady always had the intention of earning a silver tael. They didn't owe each other anything, so neither needed to consider the other's favor.
The little stoic was a bit peculiar. It was rare for her to owe you a favor, but even rarer for you to owe her one!
This unapproachable demeanor was truly… uncomfortable.
"Hall Master, their strength is formidable! Furthermore, Holy Son Miyan has brought trouble from the Divine Palace…" A black-clad masked man swiftly appeared at the side of the ghoul masked man and spoke in a hushed tone, "I believe we need to execute an alternative plan. Waiting is no longer an option."
The Hall Master's eyes flickered with a cold gleam. After contemplating for a moment, he stated, "The Master's preference is to capture him alive."
"But capturing them alive might not be feasible. Taking them out is an option too." The individual couldn't help but express some anxiety. "Their strength is exceptional."
The Hall Master's icy gaze scrutinized everyone.
The black-clad masked man couldn't hold back. "Hall Master, what are you hesitating about?"
"How can you speak like that?" Another black-clad masked man instantly appeared by his side. Without uttering a word, he raised his hand and delivered a slap. "Is this how you address the Hall Master?"
"Enough!" The Hall Master uttered coldly. "All of you, disperse. Allow me some time to consider."
The quilt-slapped man glared indignantly at his assaulter. His gaze was as cold and sharp as a knife's edge, piercing into the other's being.
However, the latter appeared entirely unfazed. She merely cast an indifferent glance at him and sneered. "What? Not satisfied? Do you want another beating?"
The masked man contemplated but decided against approaching to avoid further humiliation. Although disgruntled, he begrudgingly retreated.
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master observed the ongoing battle in the distance, his brow furrowing.
"Despite bringing a substantial force, their opponents display impressive strength. Moreover, the elixirs wielded by that stoic seem potent. Her medical skills are commendable as well."