Chapter 312: Treatment Methods

“The Gu King Virus is a type of parasitic worm that specializes in inhabiting the body of a Gu King and destroying it. Once the Gu King dies, it takes control of the body, thereby enabling manipulation of the host.”
“This virus is extracted from the corpse of a Gu King. The success rate of extraction is extremely low, and the method used is said to have been lost…”
Ye Feng continued to read, hoping to find a way to eliminate this virus.
“To eliminate this virus, one must use the Lost Scent as a guide, luring the virus onto an external Gu King corpse using the corpse of the original Gu King…”
“Lost Scent?” Ye Feng frowned slightly. It was the first time he had heard of it. “What is it?”
“It’s a plant from the Demon Realm. Its scent induces hallucinations in humans and magical beasts. Those with weaker cultivation might completely lose themselves in these hallucinations, eventually causing their spirit to separate from their bodies and leading to death. The Lost Scent uses dead corpses as fertilizer to continue growing…”
“The name is nice, but it sounds quite evil…” After hearing the explanation, Ye Feng asked further, “Can I avoid being affected as long as I don’t smell it?”
“The scent of the Lost Scent can enter the body through pores, so it has little to do with smell. Only by sealing all pores and preventing communication with the outside world can one avoid being confused by it. Of course, one can also take other medicinal herbs in advance to block its intrusion.”
“I understand!” Ye Feng sighed inwardly. He was glad he had asked further; otherwise, he might have indeed been affected.
Ye Feng withdrew his mental focus from the book and slowly walked toward the seclusion room.
Hearing the heavy sound of the stone door being pushed open from the seclusion room, everyone turned their attention there, eagerly watching Ye Feng emerge.
“How did it go?” Wu Ze asked, with a hint of urgency in his expression.
“Get me three plants of Lost Scent, along with a Gu King corpse—more the better,” Ye Feng said, looking up at Wu Ze.
“The Lost Scent is easy to find, but a Gu King corpse…” Wu Ze looked troubled.
“Neither of these two things can be missing. Otherwise, I won’t be able to solve your problem…” Ye Feng ignored what Wu Ze was thinking. He knew Wu Ze definitely had a Gu King corpse, but out of certain concerns, he was unwilling to hand it over.

“Lost Scent is also used in some of our Dark Witch Clan’s potions, so we have it,” Wu Ze explained. “But the corpse of the Gu King… can you explain why you need it?”
“I’ll use Lost Scent to put the parasites on the worms inside you into a state of confusion, then use the corpse of the Gu King to lure them away from your Gu King,” Ye Feng explained the method he had read about in books.
“But can’t we use something else to lure them?” Wu Ze still seemed reluctant.
“You should know that these parasites can only live on the Gu King; there’s no substitute. Of course, I understand how important the Gu King is to you. You can consider it. Other than that, I have no other way to solve this problem,” Ye Feng said calmly. He could probably guess why Wu Ze reacted that way—the Gu King must be very important to the Dark Witch Clan. If he were a member of their clan, he wouldn’t give it up easily either.
“Brother Blade, I need to hold a meeting with the clan elders before I can make a decision,” Wu Ze said after hesitating for a while, reluctantly addressing Ye Feng. “There’s a reason for my hesitation.”
“In our Dark Witch Clan, the life of the Gu King is closely tied to that of its host. If the host dies, the Gu King dies; if the Gu King dies, the host dies too. That’s why after every elder or clan leader who possesses a Gu King passes away, we bury their corpses together with the Gu King’s. If we need the Gu King’s corpse, we have to dig up the corpses of our predecessors… That’s the biggest difficulty for us.”
“Of course, in reality, our clan also has rules prohibiting the use of the Gu King’s corpse. There are a few forbidden Dark Witch spells that can revive the dead, but doing so disturbs the peace of the deceased. The Gu Kings are our companions, and after they die, they deserve to enjoy peace in death. That’s why such rules exist…” Wu Ze said, also sounding somewhat helpless.
“Well then, I’ll wait for the result of your meeting! Although our Grand Elder is weak, with the strength of energy in his body, he won’t be in trouble for a while,” Ye Feng said helplessly, shrugging before turning to leave.
Back in the room arranged for him by Wu Ze, Ye Feng lay down on the soft bed with his hands on his head, a glint appearing in his eyes.

“Speaking of which, the Ultimate Repair Power should be able to easily eliminate those parasites and restore their original strength…” Ye Feng suddenly remembered this. “In the Black Witch Clan, just the Grand Elder and the Clan Leader are already two demi-god-level powerhouses. If I use healing as an excuse to come into contact with their bodies, it shouldn’t be difficult…”
“Using the Ultimate Repair Power to turn them into my subordinates might not be too despicable after all…” Ye Feng let out a slow sigh. “I’d better just heal their wounds and ask for some benefits before leaving…”
The unconscious Grand Elder was indeed a great target. He could enter and exit the Grand Elder’s room at will, with no one to stop him or disturb him. If Ye Feng wanted to, he could use the Ultimate Repair Power on the Grand Elder at any time to turn him into his subordinate. But Ye Feng still gave up on this tempting idea.
At that moment, Ye Feng sensed several extremely powerful forces approaching rapidly. Although he wasn’t using puppets anymore, after a few days of using them, he could already clearly sense the auras of Demonic Lord-level and demi-god-level powerhouses. Though he might not be able to distinguish energy levels below Demonic Lord.
Among those auras, one was as strong as Wu Ze’s, while the rest were at the peak of Demonic Lord level.
Ye Feng was slightly surprised. That person’s aura carried a strength even greater than Wu Ze’s, which made him somewhat curious about who this person might be.
“A person stronger than the Clan Leader? Could it be the Second Elder?” Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Acting nonchalant, Ye Feng slowly walked out of his room and headed toward the main building.
Wu Ze was already standing at the door, looking up at the four fireballs falling rapidly from the sky. Spotting Ye Feng, he smiled and waved at him. “I’ve summoned them back. The meeting will take place today, and you’ll get an answer by tomorrow at the latest.”
Ye Feng nodded and looked up at the fireball falling fastest. That overwhelming aura came from that person.
Just before hitting the ground, the fireball suddenly slowed down and landed safely on the ground. As the flames faded, the figures of three men and one woman appeared, quickly approaching Wu Ze.

Ye Feng saw that among the four, there was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression and a young woman with an equally expressionless face, both dressed in long robes. The other two were a burly man in golden armor, tall even half a head taller than Ye Feng himself, and beside him was a young boy also in golden armor, about 1.7 meters tall, whose face showed determination and stubbornness.

Ye Feng focused his gaze on the man in golden armor. The overwhelming aura he had sensed earlier came from him. However, in Ye Feng’s eyes, this guy’s attire didn’t seem like that of an elder.

The two men and woman in robes nodded at Wu Ze, while the man in golden armor and the boy beside him knelt on one knee. “Elder!”

“Brother, Xiao Tian, I’ve said it many times—there’s no need for this,” Wu Ze quickly helped them up.

“Come, let me introduce you. This is Brother Dao Feng, whom I’ve invited here to help everyone recover,” Wu Ze pointed at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng wasn’t very familiar with the Wu tribe’s customs, so he simply smiled kindly and nodded at them, though he was puzzled by Wu Ze calling the man “brother” earlier.

“This is our Second Elder,” Wu Ze pointed at the middle-aged man in robes.

“Third Elder,” said the cold-faced woman.

“This is my biological brother, as well as the most outstanding warrior in our Black Witch Tribe,” Wu Ze said. Now Ye Feng finally understood why Wu Ze had addressed the man that way earlier.

“And this is the youngest powerhouse in our Black Witch Tribe, our most outstanding warrior. He’s 16 years old already and has reached the peak of the Demon-Extinguishing level. He’s a genius in cultivation,” Wu Ze’s introduction shocked Ye Feng. He hadn’t expected this young man to be so formidable.

“What powerhouse? All these years, even under my father and uncles, I still can’t beat them in a single move,” the boy scratched his head awkwardly, his face turning slightly red.

“Hmm, this kid is also my brother’s son, my nephew,” Wu Ze added.

“To be at the peak of the Demon-Extinguishing level at such a young age—sooner or later, you’ll surpass your uncles and father,” Ye Feng said with a smile.

“Brother Dao Feng has already identified the cause of our illness, and he also has a way to treat it,” Wu Ze said, pausing slightly. “It’s just that the treatment method is rather special, which is why I called everyone here to discuss it.”

“If there’s really a way, then treat it—what’s there to discuss?” The second elder’s expression darkened slightly.
“Well…” Wu Ze looked troubled. “But this time, we’ll need the corpse of the Gu King…”
“What?!” The other four almost simultaneously exclaimed in shock…