The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

In that mysterious and vast fantasy world, the spiritual energy is like materialized mist, suspended in every inch of space, nourishing exotic flowers and plants, towering ancient trees, and making them emit faint fluorescence. Meiyuan is in the middle of it. As a key piece in the mysterious man's plan, she has always suppressed her greed and impatience in her nature and waited step by step. But at this moment, the peace was broken in an instant. Meizi's breath was disordered, and the violent spiritual power ripples were like turbulent undercurrents, indicating that the fairy grass was about to appear in the world, and variables suddenly emerged.

Meiyuan's pretty face was instantly distorted, and the light in her narrow eyes flickered, which was the madness ignited by the combination of crisis and greed. Previously, the mysterious man repeatedly reminded her that if she acted rashly before the time was right, she would lose everything, and the dormant forces on all sides would point the finger at the person who took the initiative. But now, with life and death at stake and the temptation of a quick rise to fame within reach, how could she still care about those long-term plans?

"Hmph, what a bullshit plan! If I can't get the magic grass, today will be the day I die. What future can I have!" Meiyuan gritted her teeth, and the pink spiritual power around her body burst out. Her clothes rustled, just like a seductive rose going against the storm. Her figure was like lightning, rushing straight to the core area of ​​the Misty Forest. Wherever she passed, flowers and plants bent, gravel splashed, and she left a striking spiritual power trail.

The mysterious man hid in the dark, his black robe fluttering, and he uttered an angry groan. He appeared like a ghost, trying to stop Meiyuan's reckless behavior. His skinny fingers quickly pinched the fingers, and a dark spiritual barrier appeared out of thin air. The runes on it flashed, like a huge mouth full of fangs, blocking Meiyuan's way. "Idiot! Do you know that this will kill all of us!" The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and low, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

Meiyuan was not surprised but angry when she saw this. Her eyebrows were raised and she shouted: "Get out of the way! If you are afraid of death, don't block my way!" After that, she clenched her fist, gathered all her spiritual power, and smashed the barrier with her pink fist like a meteor hammer. In an instant, light burst out, a loud noise was deafening, and the aftermath of the spiritual power spread in a circle, cutting the surrounding trees in half and startling a group of resting spiritual birds.

The barrier actually cracked under Meiyuan's crazy attack. The mysterious man was shocked. He did not expect that this seemingly docile woman could be so brute force when she went crazy. He knew that it would be difficult to end the situation peacefully today. If he did not remedy the situation as soon as possible, the hidden strongmen from all sides would arrive in an instant. He could only take care of the overall situation first. He had no choice but to remove the barrier, and his figure flashed, rushing in the opposite direction of Meiyuan, trying to set up some defenses and confusion arrays on the periphery in advance to try to reverse the decline.

Meiyuan didn't care about what happened after her death. All she could see was the faint light of the fairy grass in the illusion forest ahead. In the forest, the mist seemed to have spirits, sometimes thick as ink, sometimes thin as smoke, constantly changing the path and disturbing the intruders. Meiyuan was anxious, but she didn't dare to release her spiritual power to dispel the mist, for fear of attracting more covetous people. She could only rely on her keen perception of the fluctuations of spiritual power to carefully shuttle through it.

Just as Meiyuan was getting closer to the place where the fairy grass was hidden, there were suddenly waves of beast roars coming from the front, the sound waves rolling, shaking the air buzzing. A shadow cheetah as big as a mountain stepped out of the mist, its fur gleaming with a dark blue luster, its eyes like cold stars, staring at Meiyuan closely, its bloody mouth slightly opened, revealing its ferocious fangs, obviously the beast spirit guarding the fairy grass.

Meiyuan paused, her heart pounding, cold sweat soaking her back. But there was no way to retreat at this moment, so she gritted her teeth, waved her hands, and gathered spiritual power in her palms, which instantly condensed into a pair of pink double swords, the blade light flickering like a snake's tongue. "Beast, whoever stands in my way will die!" Meiyuan roared, and took the initiative to rush towards the cheetah.

The cheetah roared and leaped forward, as fast as lightning, bringing with it a gust of bloody wind. Meiyuan dodged to the side and swung her two knives, slashing at the cheetah's side, but only a streak of sparks was drawn and only a few strands of hair were cut off. The cheetah felt the pain and became even more violent, sweeping its long tail like a steel whip. Meiyuan leaped to avoid it, but it was very dangerous. The man and the beast were instantly entangled in a desperate fight in this small clearing in the forest, with claw marks and knife marks crisscrossing, mud flying, and grass and wood debris all over the sky.

Meanwhile, Meizi's place was also in turmoil. Under the impact of the appearance of the immortal grass, her delicate body was shaky and blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, but she still managed to use her spiritual power to stabilize the surroundings, trying to monopolize the immortal grass. Many powerful people with hidden auras around her could not hold back and quietly approached. Undercurrents surged, and a war was about to break out.

Meiyuan and the cheetah were fighting fiercely. Her two swords were getting heavier, her arms were aching, and every breath she took was filled with the smell of blood. Seeing the cheetah attack again, Meiyuan seized the opportunity, used up her last bit of spiritual power, and threw her two swords fiercely into the cheetah's eyes. When it dodged, Meiyuan used the force to eject and broke through the last layer of fog barrier.

Before her eyes, the fairy grass shone brightly, and its entire body was as crystal clear as jade, emitting a rich fragrance that intoxicated the soul. Meiyuan reached out to grab it regardless of everything. As soon as her fingertips touched the fairy grass, a majestic and pure spiritual power instantly flowed into her body, repairing her wounds and giving her endless strength. But before she could feel it properly, the surrounding space twisted, and several powerful men appeared, surrounding her, their eyes were hot and greedy, and murderous intent was everywhere...

The moment Meiyuan grasped the immortal grass, before she could recover from the shock and surprise of the overwhelming spiritual power pouring into her body, the surrounding space began to distort violently. Several powerful men appeared like ghosts and surrounded her in an instant.

The first one was a man wearing a black tight-fitting suit and with a face full of flesh. He held a giant mace in his hand with runes flashing on the shaft. He whistled and smashed it down on Meiyuan's head, roaring, "Little girl, hand over the magic herb and I will spare your life!" Meiyuan hurriedly turned sideways, and the mace brushed past her shoulder and fell, bringing up a gust of wind that tore her clothes on her shoulders, and blood oozed out instantly.

Before Meiyuan could stand firm, a shadow rushed over from the right. It was a tall and thin old man with white hair like dry grass. He held a pair of judge's pens in his hands. The tips of the pens flashed with cold light and pierced Meiyuan's throat. Meiyuan was terrified and used the fairy grass in her hand as a temporary shield. With a "ding" sound, the tip of the pen pierced the fairy grass, splashing a few sparks. Although it did not pierce, the impact made Meiyuan's palm numb and her arm sore.

"Hmph, use the magic grass to block it, I wonder how many moves you can hold out!" The old man snorted coldly, and his two pens danced like spirit snakes, attacking more and more fiercely, and each move was aimed at Meiyuan's vital points. Meiyuan was caught in a dilemma, and her steps retreated in panic. Her back suddenly hit an ancient tree, and the bark fell off.

At this time, there was a strange laugh in the sky. Meiyuan looked up and saw a middle-aged man in colorful feather clothes floating in the air. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and in an instant, countless feather hidden weapons shot towards Meiyuan like a storm. Meiyuan widened her eyes and hurriedly waved the fairy grass in her hand to resist, but a few feathers still rubbed her cheeks and neck, leaving a few blood marks, and the blood flowed down, staining her chest red.

Under these rounds of fierce attacks, Meiyuan's physical strength was rapidly drained, her legs became weak, and she could hardly stand. She leaned against the ancient tree, her eyes full of despair and unwillingness, and the light of the fairy grass in her hand seemed to dim a little. Seeing this, the big man with the mace raised his weapon again, with a grim smile on his face: "Die!" He smashed towards Meiyuan fiercely. Meiyuan had no way to avoid it, and could only close her eyes and wait for death. However, at this critical moment, the remaining spiritual power of the fairy grass in her body spontaneously surged, forming a weak shield...

The Fantasy Mist Forest has completely turned into a bloody battlefield. All parties use different means to seize the magic herb. The light of magic weapons and the storm of spiritual power intertwine and collide. Meiyuan is in despair, but her eyes are burning with an indomitable fighting spirit. Holding the magic herb in her hand, she will fight for a glimmer of hope for herself even if she has to fight to the last moment, and let this chaotic world witness her crazy fight.