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"Hu'er, rest early. I've received some information, that Mr Mo seems to really have some ability as he seems to have solved the cold poison on Jiang Huiyun from Dreamy Cloud City's Jiang Family. That father and son, Yun Family, are still kneeling outside the door begging her to attack."

A middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. He was not even fifty years old, and his appearance was similar to that of a young man, especially his pair of long and narrow eyes.

When he thought about the Yun Family father and son who were still kneeling outside the door, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile. Looking at the youth, a bright light shone from his eyes as he said: "If that Mr Mo really has the ability to open the meridians in his acupoints, then even if my Zhao Family pays any price, I will still let you take a step further. At that time, you will also soar into the skies within the Heavenly Martial Sect. Back then, our Zhao Family was so pressured by the Yun Family that we couldn't even breathe, but who would have thought that brat, Yun Qianhao, would actually court death and provoke someone he shouldn't have.

"Helping people to open their acupoints and meridians, how difficult is that? It is said that for those experts in the sect who are in closed-door seclusion to do so, there is an unbearable price to pay."

The youth called Hu'er turned around and the corner of his mouth raised as he said indifferently: "However, if he can really open up two acupoints on my meridians, it will be enough for my cultivation of the Earth Fault Nine Yang Art to advance a step. In the sect's direct disciple selection later in the year, it will be enough to become a direct disciple of a certain elder, or even a disciple of Sect Master."

As he thought about it, a smile appeared in Zhao Hu's eyes. Becoming the direct disciple of an elder, and even the disciple of the sect master, would allow his position in the Heavenly Martial Sect to increase even further. What he could do when fighting Yun Qianhao, he could do too.

"As long as you successfully become the elder's direct disciple, then what does Yun Family count as? The Southcloud City will belong to me in the future, hehe." Zhao Yuqiang smiled in his eyes.

"If I can become an elder, or even a disciple of the sect master, then what are Dreamy Cloud Ninth City …" Zhao Hu smiled faintly.

"… …"

The sun gradually set, and the curtain of night enveloped the Dreamy Cloud City.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the bed in a quiet courtyard. He looked at the beautiful woman leaning on the bed with a loving gaze and said, "Meixi, rest early. If you don't sleep, the little fellow in your stomach will as well."

With that, the middle-aged man gently leaned down and gently placed his hand against the beautiful woman's stomach. His face was filled with happiness, but deep in his eyes, there was a lingering sense of worry.

"Darling, I'm afraid, this is already the third one. I …"

Even though beautiful woman was wearing a suit of armor, her body was extremely slender. A faint chill emitted from her entire body as she stroked the middle-aged man's hair with one hand. Her eyes were filled with seriousness.

"Don't worry, since we're at Heavenly Pavilion, then Mr Mo's medical skills must be superb, and our child can definitely be saved."

The middle-aged man raised his head and caressed beautiful woman's slender face. He said gently, "Rest early. I'll stay by your side and watch over you as well as our child."

beautiful woman hid the heaviness in her eyes when she heard these words. With a faint smile and a hint of happiness, she laid down gently and closed her eyes.

Staring at beautiful woman's bulging stomach, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with a serious look. Then, he sat down cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

"… …"

"Master, do you think that Mr Mo is reliable? It is said that today, the Lord of Yueling City, Ye Mingchao, left in a huff. He has even said that Mr Mo is only a swindler."

In the room, a woman in her forties, who was dressed simply and had a worried look in her eyes, looked at an old man in his seventies and said.

Although the old man looked old and had a lot of white hair, his face was rather red. His eyes were hopeful as he said, "No matter what, this is an opportunity. I heard that Mr Mo cured the cold poison in the Jiang family. I hope that Shaocheng can be cured tomorrow too."

"This child Shaocheng is too bitter. He's not even ten years old yet. If he suffers like that everyday, even adults wouldn't be able to survive. I really don't know how Shaocheng is able to hold on."

The woman said with tears in her eyes.

Although she was only a servant of the Dongfang family, Shaocheng was raised by her and had long treated her as her son. Thinking about how a child that was not even ten years old yet had to suffer such torture, Shaocheng's heart ached.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. If possible, I would rather endure such torture in place of Shaocheng." Dongfaang Changguo clenched his fists tightly, feeling very regretful.

"… …"

The moon was bright in the west, and the night was getting calmer and calmer.

Dreamy Cloud City, a certain courtyard meandered through the dense shadows of the trees. The rustling leaves in the night wind moved slightly, casting mottled light onto the silvery moonlight.

Ye Mingchao sat cross-legged and looked out of the window at the moon. His eyes carried a faint, disdainful smile as he said, "It should be about time soon. What origin energy backlash that makes you wish you were dead? What a liar …"

"Boom …"1

Before Ye Mingchao finished talking to himself, his body suddenly trembled and an aura exploded from within his body.

"Ah …"

This aura was too violent, it instantly swept through his entire body, causing the veins on Ye Mingchao's well-built body to be exposed. The flow of air in his body was like a little snake scurrying around, seeming to break through his meridians, his flesh and the surface of his body to erupt, causing his body to spasm. He could not help but let out a blood-curdling screech, and a mouthful of dark red blood could not help but spurt out from his mouth.

"Mayor, what's wrong?"

Someone outside the door hurriedly asked as he heard the commotion.

Ye Mingchao's face turned sinister, his entire body twitched, his body stiffened, his gaze changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "Go find Mr Mo, quick, hurry up and prepare the carriage to go to Heavenly Pavilion, quick!"

"..."

"Hualala …"

Inside the quiet room, the fire within the medicinal cauldron was roaring. Du Shaomu sat cross-legged as all sorts of herbs were thrown into the medicinal cauldron for refinement.

From the moment Du Shaomu refined the Grand Moon Marrow Cleansing Pill, he had only breathed in and out for four hours before he once again focused on refining the pill.

"Boom …" "

At a certain moment, another wave of dense spiritual medicine aura surged out from the medicinal cauldron, and a thumb finger sized pill floated above the medicinal cauldron, and the third Grand Moon Marrow Washing Pill had already been refined.

Holding it in his hand, Du Shaomu's pale face had a smile plastered on his face. Since noon yesterday, he had already refined three Grand Moon Marrow Purification Pills.

"It's about time."

Du Shaomu kept his pill and left the quiet room after slightly adjusting his breathing.

In the early morning, at the eastern side of the Dreamy Cloud City, a magnificent morning glow slowly spread out.

In the small courtyard, the father and son duo from Yun Family were still kneeling straight. Yun Zhenhai's back was ramrod straight. After a day and night, he hadn't even bent his waist, and his eyes were filled with determination.

Yun Qianhao knelt beside his father and propped himself up with his hands.

And at this moment, there was another person kneeling beside the Yun Family father and son. His figure was robust and robust, and he was dressed in strong clothing. It was the master of the Yueling City city, Ye Mingchao.

In the courtyard, there were already a few more people early in the morning. Other than the two young female apprentice alchemists and Nangoong Xuewei, there were also seven more people.

A tall and straight middle-aged man was supporting beautiful woman, who was extremely slim and carried a woman in her sixties.

An old man in his seventies, with a pair of bright eyes, was holding onto a young man who looked to be about ten years old.

The young man was slender and seemed thinner than his peers. However, his eyes were clear and seemed to have a type of spirit energy flowing within them. His black hair was neatly combed behind his head and his youthful face showed maturity that surpassed his peers.

There was also a middle-aged man and a youth. Both of them wore extraordinary clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. Especially the long and narrow corners of their eyes, they were extremely similar. One glance was enough to tell that they were father and son.

These six people seemed to have just arrived as well. Looking at the Yun Family father and son who were kneeling outside the door, they were a little surprised, but they didn't seem to be surprised at all.

The middle-aged couple and the old man holding the young boy nodded at Yun Zhenhai with a faint smile. They seemed to be familiar with each other, but neither of them said anything.

Yun Zhenhai nodded in reply. His gaze was still tough, but his body did not move. He still remained kneeling outside the door.

Then, the middle-aged couple and the old man holding the young boy looked at Ye Mingchao, who was kneeling down. However, they were extremely moved. The middle-aged man could not help but ask: "City Lord Ye, what is this?"

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