Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 390: CEO 385 - Heart Like White Moonlight (13) 3 mor

"At that ti, a Level 1 mber of Team B was injured by a Superpower User and was nearly at death’s door, the hospital had even issued a death notice, but then she took out an elixir, and the Level 1 mber ca back to life, shocking the entire Superpower Realm."

Yimao sighed a bit as he said this.

Originally, their Team A dominated the whole of Cloud City.

However, after Murong Qiyue joined Team B, Team A had almost begun to decline, and if it were not for Yun Mu, they would probably have been absorbed by Team B by now.

As he spoke, the person who had just been standing by the window with five yuan had already left, probably to go to the building next door to find Murong Qiyue.

Ye Shaohua heard what Yimao had said and could roughly understand the situation.

This Murong Qiyue was not originally from this world, what she knew were the alchemical and tool refining techniques of the Cultivation World.

However, Murong Qiyue herself probably didn’t mainly focus on elixir refinent or tool crafting.

The quality of the items she produced probably wasn’t that high, but it was enough to impress the ordinary people of this world.

Thinking of this, Ye Shaohua looked at Yimao, "Do you have any elixirs she refined?"

She wanted to confirm for herself.

Yimao was taken aback, then kicked Yimao, "Didn’t you trade for an elixir from Lady Murong last ti? Bring it here."

That elixir was the most precious possession Yimao owned, and he wouldn’t have given it to anyone else if they’d asked, but since it was Ye Shaohua asking, he imdiately took out a porcelain bottle from the deepest pocket of his clothes and carefully handed it to Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua took it and looked at the contents.

It was a brown elixir.

In the Fantasy World, she was an elixir master, and her master did indeed teach her many things, which she studied earnestly at the ti.

Although the Cultivation World was different from the Fantasy World, their foundations were the sa.

The elixir-making techniques were not much different either.

With just one glance, she ascertained that Murong Qiyue really was an amateur in elixir making.

The elixir she refined was not well purified, and many of its effects had not been brought out.

In the Fantasy World, even the little apprentices under Ye Shaohua could make such an elixir.

It seed that Murong Qiyue must have refined a lot of elixirs, but she only sold the inferior ones to the people of Dragon Group.

Seeing this, she returned the elixir to Yimao’s hand.

Watching Yimao carefully put it away again, treasuring it like a precious object, Ye Shaohua almost felt an urge to roll her eyes but she held back.

By this ti, the man who had gone to seek Murong Qiyue’s help had co back.

"How did it go?" asked Yun Mu.

The man shook his head, "Lady Murong said that with his five organs shattered and his life force severed, she couldn’t do anything."

Upon hearing this, a mourning silence enveloped the room.

Yimao’s action of putting away the elixir faltered, "Even Lady Murong can’t save soone..."

The unspoken words hung in the air; everyone understood what it ant.

Murong Qiyue, who could revive those deed beyond saving by hospitals, was saying she could not save Wumao, which ant there truly was no hope.

Yun Mu’s lips tightened slightly.

Ye Shaohua looked at Wumao lying on the bed, who still had a faint breath, likely kept alive by a dose of ginseng. His injuries were indeed severe, but not beyond saving.

"How was he injured?" she asked, tilting her head.

Then Yikuai spoke in a low voice, "The day before yesterday, we took on a mission that Team B hadn’t accepted. There was a wanted criminal in B City, whose superpower was to boost his own abilities by absorbing the life force of ordinary people.

By the ti we got there, he had slaughtered an entire village and was wreaking havoc in another. Wumao was hit by the criminal while trying to save a pregnant woman. If we had had Lady Murong’s weapon at the ti, things might have been different..."

As they talked about these events, the n from Team A lowered their heads again.

Ye Shaohua glanced at them, "Relying on external things is never true strength."

She walked over to Wumao’s side, not taking his pulse, but simply pulling out several silver needles from her pocket and inserting them into his major acupoints.

As she inserted the needles, she recited ten dicinal nas.

Seeing the others in the room still stunned, she glanced at them, "What are you waiting for? Go get the herbs I’m asking for!"

Yikuai and his team imdiately snapped out of it.

Though they didn’t understand what Ye Shaohua intended to do, they all hurried out to gather the dicinal herbs she had nad.

So of the herbs she ntioned were quite rare and not easily obtained by the average person.

But Yikuai, Yimao, and their peers were no ordinary people.

With a list provided by Yun Mu, the required herbs were delivered to Dragon Group in less than half an hour by a sleek black car.

Without refining elixirs, Ye Shaohua simply had them boil the herbs and fed the decoction to Wumao.

After Wumao drank the dicine, although he didn’t imdiately recover, his deathly pale and greenish face began to show a hint of color.

Ye Shaohua pinched her fingers then looked at Wumao.

It was her first ti competing with the King of Hell for a life, and it felt pretty good.

Yikuai and the rest, who had always suspected that Ye Shaohua was no ordinary person, now found her even more mysterious.

Wumao, who had previously been hanging on by a thread, now had his chi straightened out by Ye Shaohua. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood and his eyes dimly opened.

Startled by the stares of the people around him, he exclaid, "Wumao, why are you staring at like that?! Are you trying to scare to death?"

Though Wumao’s breath was still weak, he truly seed to have co back to life and was able to speak.

The whole room glanced involuntarily at Ye Shaohua. Murong Qiyue, who never failed in her promises, had declared she couldn’t save Wumao, aning he must have truly been on the brink of entering Hell...

"Yikuai, who exactly is this lady?" Wumao’s fingertips trembled, amazed by her skills which seed even more miraculous than those of Murong Qiyue!