Chapter 1464 Encounter by Chance

Ten days later, in the evening, there was a stone pavilion more than ten miles away from Black Rock City.

Murong Zhuer's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she waited anxiously.

About the time it took for two cups of tea to be measured, a rainbow light flew from the sky, suddenly fell in front of me, and turned into a human figure.

"Uncle Yue, how are you? Is he here?"

Murong Zhuer asked hurriedly.

"Not yet. I have been exploring the surrounding area for several miles, but there is still no trace of Fellow Daoist Ye." The visitor was none other than Yue Lin. After hearing Murong Zhuer's inquiry, he shook his head and replied.

Murong Zhuer looked slightly gloomy.

"Zhu'er, did he really agree to follow you back to the clan to detoxify his wife?" Yue Lin couldn't help but ask.

When Murong Zhuer told him about this matter ten days ago, he still found it unbelievable. In order to get the Lingsu Flower from Ye Chunyang, they had tried every means possible. Yue Lin was deeply aware of Ye Chunyang's insufferable character. Now he actually agreed to Murong Zhuer's request, which really surprised him.

"He did agree to it."

Murong Zhuer nodded slightly.

Looking up at the sky, she felt a little uneasy in her eyes and said, "And yesterday he sent me a message and asked me to wait here, but for some reason I haven't seen him for a whole day."

"Is it possible that he regretted it temporarily?" Yue Lin said solemnly.

"Probably not." Murong Zhu'er said: "Although Daoyou Ye's character is unpredictable, he is by no means a person who breaks his word. Since he promised us to be here, he will definitely come."

There was one thing that Murong Zhuer had not said yet. If Ye Chunyang wanted to go back on his word, he could have refused directly that day and would never accept his conditions.

What's more, now that a restriction is planted in her body, Ye Chunyang is also the dominant one, so he has no reason not to come.

"That's strange. Since he won't regret it, he should have been here long ago." Yue Lin frowned. If the other party dared to make him wait for so long before knowing Ye Chunyang's weight, he would have been angry.

But Ye Chunyang is not an ordinary person. The weight behind his two identities as the master of the heavenly spirit chamber and the alchemy master is too terrifying. Even if he is a perfect monk in the spirit transformation realm, he can only wait here honestly.

"Maybe something has delayed her!" Murong Zhuer comforted herself.

With that said, he asked Yue Lin: "Uncle Yue, in your opinion, which one is stronger or weaker in the alchemy skills of fellow Taoist Ye and Master Yan?"

Yue Lin was startled, and said with a wry smile: "Both Master Yan and Ye Chunyang are both at the top of their alchemy skills. If we compare the two, I can't give an answer, but..."

Murong Zhuer's expression changed, and she looked at Yue Lin quietly, waiting for his next words.

"That day at the medicine shop, Ye Chunyang condensed his palms into an elixir. Such attainments in elixirs were almost as if they were extraordinary and holy. There have been very few alchemists who have been able to reach this level. However, if the truth is compared, Master Yan may be slightly inferior. After all, Yan The master is a well-known alchemist in Zhongzhou, and he once refined golden elixir-level elixirs. I think Ye Chunyang is not much better than him."

Yue Lin said.

After a pause, he continued: "But the three-flavored true fire aura exerted by Ye Chunyang is pure and much stronger than Master Yan's. Maybe if you invite him here this time, you will be able to detoxify your wife." has hope."

He thought to himself that this analysis was extremely close. Both of them were equally skilled in alchemy. However, in comparison, Master Yan not only had profound attainments in alchemy, but also had Taoist cultivation that reached the level of Jindan. Ye Chunyang He was probably just a Taoist monk. Based on this alone, Master Yan had the upper hand.

But Yue Lin recalled the amazing power of spiritual fire in the medicinal shop that day, and he also spoke highly of Ye Chunyang.

Hearing these words, Murong Zhuer showed recognition and said: "I felt his superb fire control skills, so I decided to ask him to exorcise my mother's poison. If he can cooperate with Master Yan, this will be a great success." Things must be promising.”

Speaking of this, Murong Zhuer seemed to have recalled something, and sighed faintly: "It's a pity that the Immortal Trace Gate flew away mysteriously. Otherwise, if I could get the Wushou Pill from it, my mother would have been able to get rid of the cold poison long ago. "

"Zhu'er's words are wrong. The Wumu Pill is just a legend. It is not known whether it really exists in the world."

"What's more, you haven't seen the changes in the Immortal Miracle Gate back then. How many people were killed before they even entered the gate. We are extremely lucky to be able to come back safely."

Yue Lin shook his head and sighed.

Still recalling the scene when the Immortal Miracle Gate soared into the sky that day, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"What is the Wumu Pill you two are talking about?"

Suddenly, a chuckle came from outside the stone pavilion, and a figure appeared there like a ghost, making no sound.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are finally here! We have been waiting here for a long time!"

Murong Zhuer was startled when she heard the voice, and then she was surprised when she saw the face of the visitor.

"I originally planned to meet Fairy Murong here early this morning, but there were some temporary circumstances, so I was delayed a little. Fairy Murong won't blame me!" Ye Chunyang touched his nose and said with a dry laugh.

"It doesn't matter, the little lady is just waiting here for a little longer. As long as Fellow Daoist Ye can come, it will be too late for the little lady to be happy!" Murong Zhuer waved her hand indifferently.

Ye Chunyang nodded and smiled softly, and said: "I just heard the two of you talking about the Gate of Immortal Traces and the Innocent Pill. What's going on?"

"Nothing, just a pill that is said to be able to reshape one's bones and muscles. This pill has a miraculous effect on my mother's cold poison. When I explored the immortals, I had this purpose." Murong Zhu'er didn't want to talk about it. After answering Ye Chunyang in a roundabout way, she stopped talking.

"I see."

Ye Chunyang didn't ask any more questions. From what Murong Zhu'er said, the so-called Immaculate Pill was probably some kind of lost elixir in the demon god world, which was not worth his attention.

"Since you are here, we will set off immediately. What do you think?" Murong Zhu'er said.

"No problem." Ye Chunyang nodded.

Murong Zhu'er then looked at Yue Lin, who slapped his Qiankun bag, and several spiritual lights swam out, then gathered in the air and turned into a flying spiritual chariot floating.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please." Yue Lin waved his hand.

A spiritual light flashed under Ye Chunyang's feet, and the next moment he was in the spiritual chariot, followed by Murong Zhu'er and Yue Lin.

At the urging of Yue Lin's spell, the spirit chariot soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds like lightning.

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"I was wondering why you were so anxious to leave the Spirit Immortal Mansion. It turns out that there is a beauty waiting for you. Humph, Daoist friend, do you think you value beauty over friendship?"

Flying on the spirit chariot, Ye Chunyang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, but the unhappy voice of King Nanxuan came to his mind.

"Why do you say that, Daoist friend Nanxuan? It is true that Fairy Murong is waiting for me, but we are not very familiar with each other. I think the term "value beauty over friendship" is not appropriate." Ye Chunyang replied indifferently.

King Nanxuan was stunned for a long time before he uttered three words: "You are so cruel!"

Ye Chunyang smiled secretly and was too lazy to argue with this old demon.

"But then again, I have gained a lot from practicing in the Heaven-level Spirit Room during this period. Fellow Daoist Ye, why don't you take me to practice again? Maybe my true essence can be restored to about 30%."

"When I get the spell to reshape my body from Tianxuan Mountain, I will find you a few beautiful women. I guarantee that they are much more beautiful than the daughter of the head of the Huayu Sect!"

King Nanxuan chuckled, looking very unsatisfied with the Heaven-level Spirit Room.

"You don't know the price of staying in the Heaven-level Spirit Room. Do you think my spirit stones are free? In addition, I am not interested in the demon women of your demon clan. If you like them, just keep them for yourself."

Ye Chunyang rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

This time, he stayed in the Heaven-level Spirit Room of Lingxian Mansion for nearly a month, which consumed at least 7 or 8 million spirit stones. This is a considerable amount. At least a small family like the Nie family in Lindu City may not be able to earn this amount in ten years.

King Nanxuan consumed so much energy in one cultivation, and he really couldn't afford to support this old monster.

"This... there is always gain in loss. Take care of this king. When this king recovers his physical body, naturally, there will be benefits from fellow Taoists." King Nanxuan smiled awkwardly and still advised earnestly.

Ye Chunyang was speechless.

In other words, he could earn a large amount of spiritual stones with hundreds of years of spiritual herbs. Otherwise, it would not be enough for ordinary people to stay in the heavenly spiritual room for a day.

King Nanxuan was still calling, and Ye Chunyang ignored the old monster's shamelessness and directly closed his consciousness and cut off the conversation with the other party.

At this time, a sound of breaking wind sounded in the air, as if someone was flying in front of the treasure.

The three people on the spirit chariot opened their eyes at the same time and looked towards the place where the wind came from. They saw a black and purple gourd filled with thick fog flying in the air, on which sat a short and fat middle-aged man, with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl beside him.

The girl seemed to be imprisoned by magic, sitting next to the short and fat middle-aged man with a pale face, motionless.

"Huh?"

Seeing the two people on the black and purple gourd, Murong Zhu'er walked to the front of the spirit chariot with a look of surprise on her face.

"Is it you?"

The short and fat middle-aged man on the black and purple gourd also saw Murong Zhu'er and her group on the spirit chariot, and his face suddenly changed. He turned around and left without thinking.

"It's really unlucky to run into this little bitch. There is a spiritual transformation cultivator next to her. I must not be her enemy. It's better to leave early!"

The short and fat middle-aged man urged his spiritual power on the gourd, and almost disappeared in a flash.

This short and fat middle-aged man was Yu Guzi, and the girl he captured was naturally Liu Sisi.

During this period, Yu Guzi had been looking for a suitable opportunity to deal with Liu Sisi. However, what he didn't expect was that a small accident occurred in the technique he was practicing at this time, and he had to close himself to stabilize it. So he first imprisoned Liu Sisi and waited until the problem of the technique was solved.

"Stinky girl, don't even think that they can come to save you. When my cultivation is stable, I will make you taste the taste of ecstasy!"

Yu Guzi gritted his teeth and grinned.