Chapter 4259 A worthy death!

"People are coming."

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed and he stood up.

Yu Bingqing also quickly followed, took Ling Feng's arm, and whispered, "I'll go with you."

"It's a small matter, I'll be right back."

Ling Feng raised his hand and pinched Yu Bingqing's nose, and said warmly: "Be good, wait for me at home."

Yu Bingqing's pretty face blushed slightly, she gave Ling Feng an angry look, and finally nodded slightly and said "hmm" as thin as a mosquito.

Not long after, Ling Feng walked to the gate of Bieyuan and saw a group of guards lined up in front of the gate.

There is also a dragon cart pulled by a three-headed earth dragon parked at the door, showing its luxurious style.

Seeing Ling Feng coming out, a burly guard quickly stepped forward and gave a very standard military salute to Ling Feng. He made a fist with his right hand and slapped it hard on his left shoulder. He then bowed to Ling Feng and shouted loudly. Said: "Senior Ziyan, please come this way!"

The status of an alchemist is already lofty, not to mention that Ling Feng is now a distinguished guest invited by Wan Xiner.

"Um."

Ling Feng nodded towards the captain of the guard, and then strode towards the dragon carriage.

…

About half an hour later.

Ling Feng finally arrived at Wan Jun's mansion.

As the holy son of the Thunder Clan, Wan Jun's residence is located directly within the imperial city.

This also means that Ling Feng is one step closer to the Thunder Clan's treasure house.

At least, he could easily pass the outermost imperial city defenders and the enchantment formation covering the entire imperial city.

Finally, the dragon chariot stopped in front of the Holy Son's residence.

The captain of the guard walked quickly and respectfully to the front of the dragon carriage, opened the door curtain for Ling Feng, and said respectfully: "Senior Ziyan, we are here!"

Soon, Ling Feng entered the Holy Son's residence under the leadership of the captain of the guard.

In the large courtyard in front of a dormitory, many gray-haired old men have gathered at this moment.

These old men, more or less, exude a faint fragrance.

This is a unique elixir fragrance accumulated on the body after years of refining elixirs.

Obviously, the old men gathered in the courtyard were all alchemists invited by Wan Xiner to treat Wan Jun.

That little girl didn't completely trust herself after all.

But this is normal. Inviting one more high-level alchemist will give Wan Jun more hope for his injuries.

"Senior Ziyan, please wait here for a moment."

The captain of the guard explained to Ling Feng: "His Royal Highness the Saint will not come out until everyone has arrived."

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Feng waved his hand and smiled, because he was undoubtedly a new face in Lei Xiao Holy City, and no one knew him.

Therefore, no one came up to greet him or exchange pleasantries.

Ling Feng was also happy and at ease. He stood in a corner, closed his eyes and rested, listening to the other alchemists talking about business with each other, feeling secretly amused in his heart.

About half an hour passed, and finally, nearly twenty alchemy masters gathered in the courtyard, and the saint Wan Xin'er finally appeared in front of everyone.

"I've met Her Majesty the Saint!"

Seeing Wan Xiner coming out, the alchemists quickly saluted Wan Xiner.

The status of a saint from the Thunder Clan is extraordinary.

What's more, Wan Xiner is the most loved by the elders of the Thunder Clan.

Of course, this is more because Wan Xiner is the granddaughter of Qingwei's ancestor.

As for Ancestor Qingwei, although his own cultivation level is not high, he has trained countless powerful Immortal Emperors for the Thunder Clan.

Without exception, these people later became the mainstay of the Thunder Clan, and of course they doted on the granddaughter of Qingwei's ancestor.

"Seniors, I'd like to thank you for making a trip in person."

Wan Xiner's eyes swept over the alchemists, and when she saw Ling Feng, she nodded slightly towards him.

Although Wan Xiner still had some doubts about this "Master Ziyan" who came to her door.

But it gave her a feeling that this person was indeed very powerful.

The most important thing now is to heal Wan Jun's internal injuries. Otherwise, if it affects his own foundation, it will be even more uncomfortable than death for a proud man like Wan Jun.

"Your Highness the Saint is serious. It is my honor to be able to serve Her Highness the Saint!"

"I wonder what elixir Her Majesty wants to refine, I will do my best!"

For a time, the alchemists all began to compete for flattery, without any sense of character as a master.

There were also a few people with some character standing at the back like Ling Feng.

As the saying goes, people with real abilities don't need to flatter anyone at all.

"Seniors, don't worry."

Wan Xiner raised her hand slightly to signal everyone to calm down, and then she said, "Everyone, please come with me!"

Under the leadership of Wan Xiner, the group came to another house.

Finally, it stopped outside a wing.

The maid opened the way in front and opened the door carefully, and everyone finally saw the patient who needed treatment this time.

That is His Highness the Holy Son Wanjun.

At this moment, Wan Jun was lying on a cold jade bed. The cold jade exuded a dense cold air, covering half of Wan Jun's body.

Under the nourishment of this cold air, it can indeed effectively delay the onset of Wan Jun's internal injuries.

However, this is only a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution.

Then, with the help of two maids, Wan Jun slowly sat up and sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed.

At this moment, Wan Jun's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his aura was extremely exhausted. He was nowhere near as high-spirited as when he was commanding operations on the battlefield.

Speaking of which, Wan Jun can be regarded as an eternal monster among the Thunder Clan who only encounters them once in ten thousand years.

It's a pity that today's foreign battlefields are no longer the home of monsters.

As more and more Shattered Immortals were broken, even the masters of the major forces came to an end.

Wan Jun's talent seemed a bit underwhelming in front of these peak experts.

In addition, he knew that Emperor Yi Ting actually suffered serious injuries in the battle at Luan Lin Death Ze.

He also wants to break through the Broken Level as soon as possible and contribute to the Thunder Clan.

Unfortunately, the more eager for success and over-borrowing the power of the elixir, the more it caused backlash.

If he hadn't been discovered early by the Dark Sect's Elder Ming He and took action in time, even if Wan Jun didn't die, he would probably have lost half of his life.

"Why……"

Ling Feng sighed secretly in his heart. Although he knew that the other party was his enemy, seeing Wan Jun's appearance, Ling Feng still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

After going through so many things, Ling Feng and Wan Jun could be considered to be on the same page.

What's more, it was Wan Jun who came forward to release Yu Bingqing back to Wangshu Fortress.

Otherwise, how could he be reunited with Yu Bingqing so easily after returning from the Demon Realm.

Based on this alone, Ling Feng would do his best to save Wan Jun, even if it wasn't for stealing the Heavenly Dao Cast Stone.

Keeping grudges clear is what Ling Feng has always practiced.

"Seniors..."

Wan Jun's breath was very weak, and he could barely support his tired body to sit up, almost using up all his strength.

His situation is actually more serious than what Wan Xiner described before.

Wan Xiner hurriedly stepped forward and said with a distressed look on her face: "Brother Wanjun, let me speak."

Wan Jun smiled bitterly and nodded. He never thought that one day he would be so weak that he would have to ask others to do his talking.

Wan Xiner gritted her silver teeth, turned to look at the alchemists, and said loudly: "Seniors, you have all seen the condition of Brother Wanjun. Anyone who can cure Brother Wanjun will be rewarded! "

For a moment, all the alchemists' eyes lit up.

As a high-level alchemist, he is not short of money.

But some scarce materials are hard to find.

With the Thunder Clan's heritage, any natural or earthly treasure is readily available.

This is a unique opportunity.

And Ling Feng was also happy.

If what Wan Xiner said was true, then he could ask Wan Xiner for the Heavenly Stone.

In this way, there is no need to risk sneaking into the treasure house to steal treasures.

"Let me try it!"

As soon as Wan Xiner finished speaking, a short, slightly fat alchemist stepped forward quickly and said, "I'm Wang Zhenyi!"

"Senior, please!"

Wan Xiner nodded to him, and Wang Zhenyi quickly walked to Wanjun's bedside, stretched out his hand to grab Wanjun's veins, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "It's just a mere obsession, wait for me to refine it." Some Tianyuan Soul-fixing Pills can completely restore your vitality in up to ten or eight years!"

"too slow!"

Wan Jun shook his head, "Can it be faster?"

"Is this too slow?"

Master Wang Zhenyi quickly changed his words and said: "Then take the True Pill of Fire Soul! You will be able to recover in three to five years!"

"Still slow!"

Wan Jun continued to shake his head. In three to five years, the current situation on the battlefield outside the territory has been unknown. In three to five years, I don’t know what the situation will be like.

He wasted three years and couldn't make any progress. This was a setback for him!

"Substitute someone else."

Wan Xiner sighed, this Wang Zhenyi was of some skill, and his elixir level was also very limited.

The other alchemists looked at each other in confusion. Wang Zhenyi was relatively powerful among them.

Unexpectedly, he was eliminated directly.

Then, eight or nine alchemists tried one after another, and the results were similar to Wang Zhenyi's.

Wan Jun went crazy while practicing. It would be good if his life could be guaranteed. Wanting to recover quickly is simply a fool's errand.

One after another, the alchemy masters sighed and retreated. This overwhelming wealth has nothing to do with them.

Finally, an old man in black robe walked up to Wan Jun.

After a simple pulse diagnosis, the old man in black robe slowly raised a finger.

"One year?"

Wan Jun's eyes lit up slightly. If it took a year, he could barely accept it.

"No, a month."

The old man in black robe said calmly: "If you follow the prescription prepared by me, you can be cured in one month!"

"What?"

For a moment, the alchemists in the courtyard all widened their eyes.

"A month? Is that old guy crazy?"

"Who is that old guy? I've never seen him before!"

Even Ling Feng was a little surprised. In Wan Jun's situation, even if he took action, a month would be the minimum.

Isn't this old man's medical skills inferior to his?

"Senior, do you really mean what you say?"

Wan Xiner looked at the old man in black robe with excitement.

In one month, this is something that none of the royal alchemists of the Thunder Clan can do!

The old man in black robe nodded slightly and said calmly: "Your Highness the Saint, do you think I am joking?"

Wan Xiner stared at the old man in black robes, and immediately took out a list from her sleeve, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said: "Senior, is the Alchemy Master Wu Ling?"

"good!"

The old man in black robe nodded, but did not deny it.

For a moment, the alchemists outside subconsciously took a few steps back.

What kind of Alchemy Master? This old guy is simply a Poison Master!

In order to refine the elixir, not only the methods were cruel, but also extraordinary methods were used.

His whole body was filled with poison, and he was so cruel that he transformed himself into the most poisonous thing in the world.

No wonder this guy is covered in black robes and has a mask on his face.

Even so, there was still a faint stench.

This guy himself is already a neither human nor ghost guy!

Wan Xiner stared at the Alchemy Wizard and pondered for a moment. No matter how bad the reputation of the Alchemy Wizard was, he still had some abilities.

"Senior, if we can really help Brother Wanjun recover within a month, no matter what kind of treasures we have in the Thunder Clan, I will surely give them to him!"

"very good!"

Wu Ling Dan Zun Jie Jie laughed strangely, "Her Royal Highness the Saint has a special physique. I don't want anything else. I just want to use Her Royal Highness Yuan Yin's blood to make elixirs. There should be no problem, right? Hehehehe..."

"you!"

Wan Xin'er's expression suddenly changed drastically, she was ashamed and angry, and she glared at Wu Ling Danzun, "What did you say?"

The so-called blood of Yuanyin, to put it another way, is actually the blood of a virgin when she loses her virginity.

This old guy is simply a pervert!

"If Her Royal Highness the Saint is not willing, I will not force anyone to do anything."

He slowly took out a jade box from his arms and said calmly: "As long as Saint Wanjun takes the elixir in this box, he will definitely recover within a month. But if the Saint is unwilling, then forget it."

Wan Jun stared at Wu Ling Danzun, even though he was weak, he still spit out one word, "Get out!"

Even if he died, he would never let Wan Xiner be humiliated because of him.

If he hadn't been unable to take action now, he would have killed Wu Ling Dan Zun with just these words.

Ling Feng was relieved in his heart. If Wu Ling Danzun really took action, his plan would be ruined.

At this moment, Ling Feng's figure flashed forward and he flew forward, "Isn't it just a month? I can do it without your bullshit pills!"

"By you?"

Alchemist Wu Ling stared at Ling Feng, "Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense here?"

Ling Feng gently raised his hand, pointed his sword and shot out a burst of sword energy, which immediately split the jade box in the hand of Wu Ling Dan Zun into two halves.

With a "click", the jade box shattered and the elixir inside was also split into two.

Just a "hissing" sound was heard, and there was actually a Gu worm hidden in the center of the elixir.

When the Gu insect was illuminated by the sun, it turned into a black eye and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Using voodoo instead of elixir, no wonder I dare to say that it takes a month to recover. To put it bluntly, it is just transferring the injury to the voodoo insect's body. But after the voodoo insect enters the host's body, it will also eat away at the host's own vitality. Is this an elixir, or is it poison?"

"you wanna die!"

Wu Ling Danzun's elixir was destroyed, and he suddenly became furious, roaring that he was going to take action against Ling Feng.

However, Ling Feng stood still, motionless.

A sword light struck behind him.

Then, a purple shadow flashed past.

Before the Wu Ling Danzun's fist landed on Ling Feng's face, his body had already been split into two.

But it turns out that Wan Jun is protected by a shadow guard.

Although all twelve Grade A Shadow Guards have been wiped out, there are still Grade B, Grade C...

Any one of these shadow guards can instantly kill someone like Wu Ling Dan Zun.

To put it bluntly, the value of an alchemist lies in his elixirs.

Since someone can replace him, then he is naturally worthless.

"you……"

The two parts of Wu Ling Danzun's body twitched a few more times on the ground, and then made a "cracking" sound.

The origin of thunder has been completely destroyed, and both his body and shape have been destroyed.

Ling Feng shrugged, this kind of scum deserved to die.

He turned to look at Wan Jun and said slowly: "According to my prescription, His Royal Highness the Holy Son will be cured within a month, and the others can leave." (End of this chapter)