107: C107 In the End I Am Still Poor

C107 In the End I Am Still Poor

With a flash of light, a purple fruit appeared in his hand.

The Immortal Fruit was the same as the pomegranate, the only difference was that there was purple gas lingering around it. Lingchen held it in his hand and looked at it closely.

He thought to himself, something that can further stimulate the potential within one's body is definitely a good thing, so he opened his mouth and bit down. In the end, it is an undying fruit, unlike ordinary pomegranates, it is not brittle but juicy and soft like grapes.

Delicious.

This was Lingchen's first and only thought.

The deathless fruit that was the size of a fist was finished in a few bites. Lingchen was a little reluctant, so he took out the last one and finished it in a few bites.

Perhaps it was because of the Undying Fruit, but after eating the two fist-sized Undying Fruits, there was no feeling in their stomachs at all, no feeling of being full.

However, Lingchen soon felt his whole body burning up, as if he was standing next to a stove. It was so hot that sweat was rolling down his face. He immediately realized that something was wrong and started to operate the cultivation technique in his body.

Lingchen felt as if he was in a furnace.

Only when his clothes were completely soaked did the burning sensation slowly fade away.

Since this wasn't his home, Lingchen hurried out to get a room. He took a cold shower and immediately felt refreshed.

His body seemed to have become even more lithe.

"As expected of something worth five hundred diamonds. It is indeed not simple."

Lingchen said.

At the same time, he felt even poorer. This undying was truly delicious, but he could not afford it. It was too expensive.

You said how good it was to have money.

At this moment.

Something else was happening elsewhere.

Huang Jiang was sent to the hospital. After the doctors' hard work and adding on that his physique was already better than ordinary people, he was quickly out of danger.

However, both his hands and feet were crippled.

With all his bones broken, even the hospital would not be able to treat him, no matter if he was a cultivator or not.

Huang Jiang was lying on the sickbed. He did not fall asleep due to the anesthetic. He was very clear-headed with bloodshot eyes and a monstrous hatred.

What use was a cultivator who had lost his hands and feet?

"Lin Hao!"

He spat out two words, his voice hoarse.

This matter was not over yet. After Huang Jiang heard Lingchen's words, he seriously thought about it. What Lingchen said made a lot of sense. Lin Hao really did want to kill him. Lin Hao was plotting against him.

"What's the matter with you?"

At that moment, the door to the ward suddenly opened and a middle-aged man walked in quickly.

"What are you doing, suddenly becoming like this?" The middle-aged man asked curiously. He knew Huang Jiang was a cultivator, so something like this shouldn't happen. When he received the call from the hospital, he didn't believe it at all.

But now that he saw it, he was both surprised and curious.

"I've been plotted."1

Huang Jiang said bitterly.

"Who? How dare they plot against you?" Needle Yong Yuan asked.

"Lin Hao."

Huang Jiang did not intend to hide anything, so he told her what happened.

"Take revenge for me. I want that Lin Hao to live a life worse than death."

He even said, "As long as you succeed, I will give you the Five Form Fist. You have been spying on me for a long time."

Zhen Yong Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, "Interesting, alright, this time I'll help you take revenge. A little kid dares to scheme against us cultivators, he really doesn't know life from death. No matter what kind of influence he has, I'll help you destroy it."

After knowing Lin Hao's information, Zhen Yongyuan put the fruit he brought to the side, then got up and left.

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