Two thousand black-beaked Plague-Doctor Clones plunged down from high orbit like a flock of rabid vultures, their six-foot-long Cursed Bone-Rot Scythes screaming through the air toward thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan!
Each of those two thousand scythes had been forged in the furnaces of the Skull Palace using condensed fifth-dimensional Script-Metal steeped in necrotic marrow. By design, the blades ignored ordinary elemental shields and carried a vicious Soul-Necrosis Tag that would rot whatever weapon or hand tried to block them.
Down on the Great Dispensary Plaza of the Hundred-Herb Main Planet, ninety-year-old Valley Master Sun and his five hundred apprentice pharmacists shouted in alarm:
“Second Young Miss Su, be careful! Those Bone-Rot Scythes are forged from fifth-dimensional script-iron! Do not touch their blades with your bare hands!”
Up in the fifth-dimensional Skull Palace—where he was still furiously pulling yellow daffodils out of his collar—the King of Despair & Plague leaned toward his monitor with a venomous snarl:
“Let’s see how a thirteen-year-old nurse blocks two thousand cursed war-scythes! She isn’t a sword cultivator like her older brother Ye Xiao! She only brought a watering can and a stuffed bunny!
Slash her Sovereign domain to ribbons!”
Floating on her pink osmanthus-blossom cloud above the Hundred-Herb Main Planet. Thirteen-year-old [Ten-Thousand-Medicine Life Empress] Su Nuannuan watched the two thousand scary men in dirty black crow masks waving giant, rusty-looking scythes right toward her face.
