437: C437 Fortune and Misfortune Depended on Each Other

C437 Fortune and Misfortune Depended on Each Other

"Phew..." The old man exhaled a breath of turbid air and calmed himself down. His eyes turned to Ye Wufeng. These Saint were all old foxes who had cultivated for hundreds of years. He could easily tell that this young man was the one who could make the decision.

"The four of us are the city lords of Tong Province City in the Upper Realm, and I am the Purple Thunder Saint." The old man bowed politely. He did not dare to look down on the other party. Even though the few people in front of him were ridiculously young, the reason was very simple. He had learned from his mistakes. Ah, that fellow who looked down on him was still lying on the ground.

"I'm the old man, the Illusion Cloud Saint."

"Younger sister, Mu Yu Saint." The other two people saluted.

The young master couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Anyone who could cultivate to the level of Saint would need around a hundred years or so to call themselves little sister. He slightly returned the greeting and said, "Spirit Profound Continent, Ye Wufeng."

"That, what happened just now was indeed Third Brother's fault, but could you return the fox fire? After all, that was Third Brother's natal flame."

Ye Wufeng smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but it's too late. That isn't his natal flame anymore. His divine soul imprint has already been erased by me."

"What?" The three of them immediately turned pale with fright. They quickly helped Qing Feng Saint up. At first glance, they saw that the blood flowing out of the corner of their mouths was different from the others. It faintly contained a trace of a golden charm.

This... this was their lifeblood essence. The three of them had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. This was because they had discovered that it wasn't just their bodies that had suffered heavy injuries. Their natal objects had been forcefully erased from their soul imprints. How could their injuries not be severe? Furthermore, the way that the young master had used to wipe them out earlier was not gentle at all. The tiny will figure attacked and directly shattered the divine soul imprint, causing his lifeblood essence to flow out. The origin was naturally heavily injured.

At this moment, the Mu Yu Saint no longer played around. It said with a frown, "Big Brother, the injuries to the body aren't too serious. After cultivating for a few years, it will recover. But the injuries to the divine soul are no small matter. Without ten years, Mo might not even be able to wake up! "

"Sigh, forget it. This is also his fate. I originally thought that he would also kick an iron plate like before, but I didn't expect that he would kick an iron plate with thorns. Truly unfortunate!" The Purple Thunder Saint helplessly sighed.

"Big brother, should we..." The Saint asked through divine sense.

"Forget it. Usually, those who stand up for this kind of thing won't have a good end. Furthermore, I have a feeling that as long as the three of us dare to make a move... I'm afraid our ending will be even more miserable than the third brother. Besides, even if we get our revenge, the third brother won't be able to wake up. There's no need for that." He shook his head and replied via voice transmission.

"How is that possible? Are they that powerful? Boss, you're a Second Grade Saint!" The Saint was startled. He knew how powerful his brother was. That was not an ordinary Second Grade Saint. Even if he fought with a Third Grade Saint, he might not necessarily lose. However, he actually said that he was no match for his opponent. His opponent was just a young man who came from the Spirit Profound Continent.

"Ai, there is always someone better than you. Don't underestimate them. The reason why the third brother was defeated by that ridiculously small girl was not only because he underestimated her, but also because that girl was very strong. Moreover, at least four of them were as strong as her, not to mention those strange insects. Their abilities are unknown, their numbers unknown. Even I find it troublesome. "

"The most dangerous one is the young man in the lead. His strength is unfathomable. He gives me the feeling that he is too dangerous. I can't afford to provoke him." The Purple Thunder Saint said in a fearful tone.

"Ai, since things have come to this, we will take our leave now." The old man cupped his hands together, picked up the Clear Wind Saint, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Eldest Young Master said indifferently.

The three of them froze in their steps and turned around, revealing a vigilant expression.

"Hehe, you don't need to do this, I don't mean any harm." Ye Wufeng smiled and took out two pill and threw them over.

"These are two Divine Level Pill, the 'Life Creation Pill' and the 'Soul Tempering Pill'. They are used to repair the fleshly body and soul. Just treat it as an exchange of quasi-divine flames and some other things. There's no need to owe each other anything."

The Life Creation Pill was the strongest pill that could repair the fleshly body. It was a kind of pill that was famous for its ability to heal human flesh and bones. It was a Saint that could only be encountered by chance, and not sought after. How could a person who had cultivated to the level of a Saint not recognize it? Although the other pill was not recognized, it emitted the aura of the Power of Divine Soul. It had the miraculous effect of repairing one's divine soul. There was no doubt about it.

"Fellow Daoist, you..." The Purple Thunder Saint looked at Ye Wufeng, puzzled, and wanted an explanation. These two pill were no ordinary treasures. Especially the 'Soul Tempering Pill', a pill that could restore one's soul, any one of them would cause a storm of blood. This was not an exaggeration, because there were too few pill that could repair one's soul. And when it came to the Saint, no matter how serious the injuries on the body were, there would be a day when they would fully recover. It was just a matter of time. However, divine soul injuries were troublesome. Self-healing would take a very long time. Moreover, the possibility of leaving behind a sequela in the end was also very high. It would definitely affect his future achievements.

"Hehe, a little thing, no need to mind. Just treat it as a transaction." The young master smiled faintly.

Little thing? This so-called little thing is too scary. The three of them exchanged glances. Although they didn't know what the other party's purpose was, they had all received the goodwill that Ye Wufeng had shown them.

"This old man will thank the Fellow Daoist on behalf of third brother." The Purple Thunder Saint bowed deeply.

"Hehe, it's better to treat your injuries earlier than later. Let's heal this person first."

The Purple Thunder Saint didn't hesitate to throw the two pill into his third brother's mouth. As for whether there was something wrong with the pill or if it was poisonous, he didn't even consider it. Not to mention that the other party had no reason to do so, even if they didn't believe in the other party... They also believed in their own judgment. Even the Divine Level Pill couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. Then, they would have wasted all of their efforts on this Saint.

"The medicinal strength spread out, and one could see that the injuries of the Clear Wind Saint were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cold air in the frozen arm was also forced out, and his face regained its rosy color. It seemed like the source of the injury was also recovering.

"Boom..." Boundless Qi rushed out of his body, and the Clear Wind Saint's eyes suddenly opened. His divine soul was recovering, and he had taken a step closer to it, so naturally, he would wake up as well.

"Roar..." The divine energy in his body seemed to be boiling as he suddenly raised his head and roared.2

"Boom..." His aura gushed out and the two level one Saint, Yun Huanyun and Mu Yu, could not help but take a few steps back.

"Hehe, it's indeed a strange physique. I've made a breakthrough!" Mu Yu covered her small mouth and giggled.

A second grade Saint. Indeed, fortune and misfortune were interdependent. However, he didn't expect that the last opportunity for his third brother to break through was actually on his body. The Purple Thunder Saint thoughtfully looked at Ye Wufeng and thought to itself. If it wasn't for this man taking out two heaven defying divine pills, it would have taken him at least ten years to break through.

"This Fellow Daoist Ye, may I ask if you can come to our place and sit for a while?"

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