Chapter 1366: Chapter 747: Spiritual Energy Chapter 1366: Chapter 747: Spiritual Energy But she also had to admit that their point of view was not wrong. If it had been herself, seeing a Cultivator fall from the sky, she too would have thought that the person could protect themselves and wouldn’t need the help of others.
“But at that ti, I had lost all my Spiritual Energy and couldn’t protect myself!” Abigail Mitchell finally couldn’t help but retort, “Didn’t you see my helplessness and despair then?
Richard Mitchell sighed, his tone filled with helplessness: “Abby, we really didn’t see it. At the ti, we were all caught up in the excitent of searching for Spiritual dicine and didn’t notice your situation. By the ti we did, you had already fallen.”
After hearing this, Abigail felt even more angry. She felt ignored, abandoned. She had desperately needed their help, but they acted as if they hadn’t seen her.
“Hmph, you make it sound so easy!” Abigail snorted coldly and turned her head away from Richard, “If any of you were in that situation, I wouldn’t have hesitated to lend a hand! But you? You just watched fall!”
Upon hearing this, Richard felt a wave of guilt. He knew that Abigail was right; they had indeed failed in their duty as companions. He took a deep breath, trying to appease Abigail again: “Abby, I know you’re angry and disappointed. But what’s done is done, we can’t change it. The most important thing now is that we find the Spiritual dicine together and help you detoxify. After this is over, we can talk things through and find ways to prevent this from happening again.”
Having heard Richard’s words, Abigail cald down a bit. She knew that now was not the ti to argue. Moreover, what Richard said was right, their priority was to find the Spiritual dicine and cure her poison. Thus, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.
Seeing this, Richard also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that although Abigail was stubborn, she wasn’t unreasonable. As long as they communicated well, they could surely resolve this misunderstanding. With that, he turned his attention to the Spiritual dicine and began to discuss with the others how to search for and collect it.
“Everyone, as you must have heard just now, there’s poison above,” Richard’s voice carried a hint of gravity, his gaze firmly fixed on the Spiritual dicine, and a wary glint flashed in his eyes. Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively stepped back, a cautious look appearing on their faces.
“If nothing unexpected, it’s the Poison thorns of the Spiritual dicine, probably a self-defense chanism,” continued Richard, his tone filled with helplessness, “What shall we do now? This Spiritual dicine seems precious but is so dangerous, we can’t just give up, can we?”
The group looked at each other, each falling into deep thought. They hadn’t anticipated such a situation and were sowhat at a loss. After all, not only was the Spiritual dicine precious, but it was also exceedingly rare, and they didn’t want to give up so easily.
“How about I give it a try?” A burly man stood up, determination flickering in his eyes, “I’m thick-skinned and can probably withstand so of the toxins.”
Richard shook his head, advising against it: “No, the poison seems fierce, and we don’t know its full power. It’s better not to take the risk.”
But the man stubbornly shook his head, insisting on trying. He cautiously approached the Spiritual dicine, reaching out to pick it. But just then, a fine Poison thorn suddenly shot out, narrowly missing his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, a look of fear appearing on his face.
Seeing this, the others wanted to try as well, but each ti they were nearly injured by the Poison thorns. They began to grow anxious; the Spiritual dicine was within reach yet seed so far away.
Richard watched this with urgency weighing on his heart. He understood the preciousness of the Spiritual dicine and the sentint of the group. Thus, he decided to take action himself. He took out a powerful Dharma device, a sword capable of resisting toxins. He held the sword firmly, and carefully approached the Spiritual dicine.
“I must collect this Spiritual dicine!” Richard swore to himself. He took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and then swiftly reached out to collect the Spiritual dicine. But at that mont, another Poison thorn shot out, heading straight for his palm.
Richard’s gaze sharpened, and he reacted instantly. He quickly swung the sword, trying to deflect the Poison thorn. However, the thorn was too fast, and it struck his palm. He felt sharp pain, followed swiftly by the spread of toxins.
“Not good!” Richard inwardly cried out. He imdiately leapt away, trying to distance himself from the Spiritual dicine. But the poison spread too quickly, reaching his entire palm in the blink of an eye. He felt his hand go numb and weak, and his whole body began to sway.
“Richard!” The crowd exclaid in alarm, rushing forward to support him. But Richard’s strength was failing, and he fell backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. The others, seeing this, were panic-stricken, unsure of what to do. They knew the toxin was extrely dangerous; if not treated promptly, Richard could be in mortal peril.
Now, regardless of gender, nearly everyone gathered around Richard, surrounding him tightly. Anxiety and concern were written on each face as voices rose and fell in commotion.
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