“What if he doesn’t have a cure?” A jianghu warrior voiced his doubt. “Sick Scholar isn’t stupid. If he’s audacious enough to hold an entire inn of people hostage, then I’m sure he would’ve hidden the cure at a secure location.”0

But Ye Qing shook his head. “There is no reason for Sick Scholar to hide the cure since he has no idea that the Intelligence Department was coming. That is why I’m fairly sure that the cure is on his person.”0

Ye Qing grabbed Sick Scholar’s Nature’s Shell and wiped away the Spirit Purifier’s mental imprint with his demonic thought. Then, he searched the Strange Artifact for the cure.0

A few breaths later, Ye Qing looked up at the jianghu warriors and let out an awkward laugh. “Ahem… it looks like I was wrong. He didn’t have the cure after all.”0

The crowd’s gaze immediately turned disdainful, but there was even more disappointment.0

“It’s not a problem though.” Ye Qing moved on casually as if he hadn’t just eaten his own words. “If I’m not mistaken, the gu insect inside Sick Scholar’s...0