Although Bai Yi has no cultivation at all, his eyesight is still there, and his extreme familiarity with spiritual energy allows him to easily distinguish between cultivators and mortals. However, Mr. Fei's cultivation is too low, and he only has the lowest level of Qi Refining Stage.

Cultivating the truth can also be called cultivating the immortals.

Cultivators are divided into seven realms, from low to high, namely Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, Transforming God, Combination, and Mahayana. Only after practicing to the final Mahayana can you welcome the baptism of the immortal tribulation. Only by pursuing the immortal tribulation can you become a true immortal and ascend to the immortal realm. If you cannot overcome it, you can only break the body, become a scattered immortal, and leave it to the human realm.

The seven realms, each realm is divided into three stages: first, middle and second. As the realm improves, not only can the magic power and cultivation be greatly perished, but the life span can also double. As long as the cultivator reaches the Qi Refining Stage, almost all of them can live to a hundred years. Once they can break through the foundation-building realm, they can obtain a long life span of about two hundred years.

The eagle-nosed old man in the room had a mid-stage spiritual energy fluctuated in his body. After Bai Yi identified it, he no longer looked at the little prince with a weak breath.

There are cultivators in King Jing's mansion, which is actually not a strange story. The cultivation world is very prosperous now. Many large and small cultivators have set up outer sects in the mortal world to recruit some mortal disciples with excellent talents. Mortals even regard cultivators as immortals and worship them.

In the Great Pu Kingdom, the prosperity of national strength is closely related to the cultivation world within the Great Pu Kingdom. Many cultivators have become royal enshrines and contribute to the royal family. In Qingzhou, if there is a war between the two countries, in addition to the strong soldiers and horses, the strength of cultivators in their respective countries is also the strength of cultivators.

Today's world of cultivation may have no intersection with ordinary people, but it has long been closely related to the royal families of major countries. Although cultivators are superior, they are not secret stories in the mortal world, and most ordinary people know it.

"Old Fei, these two people are the shopkeepers and gentlemen of the largest pharmacy shop in Yong'an Town. I asked them to bring out all the anti-toxic medicinal materials. Otherwise, let them see the little prince's injuries?" The guard leader remembered the shopkeeper and hurriedly said to the old man.

"I can't even see the poison in the little prince's body, and the two of them can't see even more." Old Fei sighed and said helplessly: "Well, you two come and have a look."

When they heard the old man called them mortals, the shopkeeper and the steward immediately understood the identity of the other party's cultivator. Only the cultivator could summarize himself as a mortal. So both of them had stiff expressions and came to the little prince tremblingly, lifting the quilt to check.

When they first arrived, they were still holding a glimmer of hope. Now when they heard that even the cultivator was helpless, they were completely desperate. They just thought it was the last time they looked at the patient and prepared to go to the west together.

I'm afraid these two people will never come before and have no one to come after seeing a doctor.

Bai Yi followed behind the two of them. When the quilt on the little prince was lifted, the faint fragrance in the room suddenly rose and became very pungent. The fragrance actually emanated from the little prince's festering body.

The shoulder to the arm on the right side of the little prince was completely ulcerated. Under the dense pustules, there were black and red blood stasis and raised veins. The ulcerated wound was even more black and purple, which looked very scary. When the pharmacy shopkeeper and the man sitting in the hall saw this, they shook their heads at the same time. Not to mention seeing this poison, they had never heard of it.

"Nine-scented bug?"

Just when the shopkeeper and Mr. Sei Tang were desperate, the boy behind them whispered a strange insect name that no one heard of.

Bai Yi's whisper attracted Old Fei's gaze, and the guard leader widened his eyes and looked unbelievable. The shopkeeper and the man in the medicine shop seemed to hear a voice outside the sky, and shouted in surprise: "Brother, do you recognize this poisonous insect?"

"Boy, I am a worshipper of Prince Jing's Mansion. If you really recognize this poisonous insect and save the little prince, I will even owe you a favor." Mr. Fei did not care about the high status of the cultivator at this time and shouted in a deep voice.

The human favors of cultivators are amazing. In the eyes of ordinary people, no matter how low-level cultivator they are, as long as they can get a favor, they can almost be used as a talisman. Can King Jing not repay him if he saves the little prince? Judging from the young man dressed in the outfit of a poor scholar, he will definitely be very down and out. If he saves the little prince by chance, he will definitely be rich and noble in the future.

Bai Yi smiled faintly and said slowly: "When he was young, he made a living by hunting. He once lived in the mountains and forests. He had met this strange insect called Jiuxiang. If he was bitten by Jiuxiang, it would be exactly the same as the little prince's symptoms. His whole body was ulcerated, and a strange fragrance would appear on the wound."

Hearing Bai Yi speak in great detail, the shopkeeper of the medicine shop asked anxiously, "Brother, can the poison of Jiuxiang Cymbiosis be cured?"

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy shop was about to collapse. He came with a glimmer of hope. After seeing the patient, he turned into despair. At this time, hope came again. His heart could hardly bear it. If Bai Yi said that it would not be cured, he would have to die now.

Bai Yi shook his head gently, and before he could speak, the shopkeeper of the medicine shop began to roll his eyes.

"The poison of Jiuxiang insect does not need to be treated. As long as the insect is removed, the poison will dissipate. Use some good wound medicine and you will be cured soon."

As soon as Bai Yi said this, the shopkeeper's black eyeballs turned back. He couldn't hear anything for a moment, but the old Fei was moved and shouted in a low voice: "You mean, the Jiuxiang Bug is still in the little prince's body!"

After Mr. Fei said that, Bai Yi just nodded slightly and affirmed the other party's guess.

After lowering his head and pondering for a moment, Fei Lao frowned and said, "My friend, since you know this kind of strange insect, do you know how to expel the Jiuxiang Bug from the little prince's body? If you have a way to save the little prince, Prince Jing's mansion will thank you very much!"

Asking for others to be short, the worship of the dignified King Jing Mansion, this true cultivator, Lao Fei, had to change his name to Bai Yi and transform from a boy into a friend.

"If the guards still remember the place where the little prince was brought down, and if there is a fast horse to go on the road, there should be some rescue." Bai Yi said leisurely.

When the guard commander heard this, he immediately raised hope and replied: "Remember the general direction, the difference is less than half a mile, and the fast horse is outside the door!"

"No need to fast horses, use my magic weapon to rush on the road." Old Fei finally breathed a long sigh at this time and came to the courtyard in a few steps. With a wave of his sleeves, a wooden boat with a dim white light appeared out of thin air.

The strange wooden boat is about a foot long, with pointed ends like crescents. It is not a problem to sit on three or five people, and it looks very strange.

This kind of wooden boat is a flying magic weapon that can travel for a short distance and is a few minutes faster than a galloping horse. Fei Lao came from Qingshui City a hundred or ten miles away in less than half an hour, relying on this kind of flying magic weapon.

When he sacrificed the wooden boat magic weapon, Fei Lao took the lead, and the escort commander jumped up. He was afraid that he would not remember the direction, so he called two guards to accompany him. However, Bai Yi stood in the yard, as if he had no intention of jumping into the wooden boat.

"Time is tight, come up!" the escort commander shouted anxiously.

"I have to go home first. My sister was injured. I have to heal her wound first." Bai Yi raised the medicine bag in his hand.

As soon as this sentence was said, Old Fei's face immediately sank, and the escort commander even shouted in anger: "Your sister is a pariah, is she important, or is our little prince important!"

Hearing this, Bai Yi's original relaxed expression showed a hint of coldness and said lightly: "Of course my sister is important."

"you!"

The guard leader was so angry that he wanted to jump out of the boat and tie the person up. But when he saw the boy's dark eyes reflecting the stars, a sense of unreasonable fear actually emerged from his heart, as if a weak animal had encountered a terrible natural enemy.

Not only the guard leader, but also Mr. Fei noticed a strange thing at this moment. The simple-dressed boy in front of him actually made him feel inexplicable pressure, just like seeing the strong men in the sect.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you here. I hope my friend will go and return quickly."
Chapter completed!