Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1874: Chapter 1874: Better Understand Some Things!

The disciples heard the sound and walked in from outside, only to see the Third Elder lying on the ground. They went over with composed faces, helped him up, and carefully placed him back on the bed.

From the moment he was back in bed, the Third Elder couldn’t stop writhing in agony. It was hard to keep count of how many times he had fallen to the floor.

The disciples had gone from initial panic to a practiced calmness in their assistance, a skill they had now honed well.

At this moment, the Third Elder didn’t even have the strength to speak, feeling as if millions of ants were nibbling all over his body, causing an itchiness, numbness, and discomfort he could hardly bear.

He had spit out countless mouthfuls of poisonous blood. When the disciples tried to feed him, not even a single grain could be swallowed, let alone medicine. Whatever he drank, he vomited.

And the disciples in his courtyard had little inclination to care for the Elder anymore.

They were at risk of losing their own lives; who would have the energy to attend to the most severely poisoned Third Elder, who might stop breathing any second now?

Thus, no one paid attention or cared about the lack of services provided to the Third Elder.

The disciples in the courtyard were pale as ghosts, each sitting on the ground in silence. Though they were surrounded by familiar companions, none had the desire to speak a single word.

If they were to say who they hated most in their hearts at the moment, it would undoubtedly be the Third Elder.

As a practitioner of poison techniques, the Third Elder was ranked among the best within Poison Valley, yet he had not even been aware that the poison infecting him was contagious.

Not only had he endangered them all, but he had even dragged down the Great Elder, the most skilled at detoxifying, to the point where he could barely leave his bed.

The poisoned disciples, including the Great Elder, had been ordered by the Valley Master to gather within the Third Elder’s courtyard. A room was even set aside there so the Great Elder could stay temporarily.

“Can the Valley Master truly obtain the antidote?”

Finally, after who knows how long of silence, a disciple asked in a hushed voice.

They were aware that the Valley Master had gone to Medical Valley to seek the antidote, but whether he would obtain it for them was anyone’s guess. After all, in the Valley Master’s eyes, these disciples were dispensable; if they died, it was only what they deserved.

“He will, he definitely will,” muttered another disciple, though he, too, wasn’t sure.

The Detoxification Medicine required to neutralize a poison that even the Great Elder couldn’t develop an antidote for would certainly need higher-level antidote pills, wouldn’t it?

If they could get even a few pills, it would be fortunate, but how could there possibly be enough for all the disciples in Poison Valley? In the end, they might only choose to detoxify some elite disciples, and abandon the rest to their fate, right?

And they were just the ones to be left behind.

“Poison Valley is in desperate need of people; the Valley Master won’t let anything happen to us,” spoke up another.

The covert and overt struggles between Poison Valley and Medical Valley had fully erupted, and if Poison Valley were to lose a large number of disciples now, Medical Valley might seize the opportunity to annihilate all of Poison Valley’s disciples.

The Valley Master wouldn’t let that happen. So even if it meant sacrificing his own pride, he would get the antidote.

“It’s all because of the Third Elder, why couldn’t he just… mmm!”

Before a disciple could finish his sentence, another next to him clamped a hand over his mouth.

The one holding his mouth stared intensely into his eyes.

“You’d better understand what should be said and what shouldn’t,” he said sternly.

The muffled disciple felt a surge of anger and grinded his teeth resentfully.