strictlysupreme Chapter 124 After the Battle of Youyuan, Killing Intent Remains; Spiritual Herbs Are Hard to Find, S
Chapter 124 After the Battle of Youyuan, Killing Intent Remains; Spiritual Herbs Are Hard to Find, S
A cold glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes, as if the Grim Reaper from the deepest hell had descended to earth, and his aura instantly turned icy cold.
He took a step forward, his steps seemingly light, yet containing boundless power. As his foot landed, the surrounding space trembled slightly.
"If you don't have any hidden tricks up your sleeve, you might as well die!"
His voice was deep and cold, each word piercing to the heart.
Before he finished speaking, the law of devouring had already been unleashed, forming a huge black vortex centered on him.
Lingxu Sanren struggled desperately, mobilizing all his spiritual power to resist and try to break free from the black vortex's engulfment.
Within three breaths, his spiritual power was drained from his body, and his life essence gradually withered away.
His body and face began to wither, and he screamed in agony, but he could not stop himself from being devoured. In the end, his physical body was completely swallowed by Han Yi and disappeared into the world.
The nascent soul used a secret technique to tear open a spatial rift and escape the instant it lost its physical body.
"Is this the power of the Chosen One? It's terrifying! A Nascent Soul cultivator easily kills a Void Realm cultivator? That's just too unbelievable."
The Demon Ape King stood not far away, carrying an iron rod, his eyes wide with disbelief. The iron rod slipped from his shoulder and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Who says otherwise? The five of us together could barely hold our own against that old monster, but he wiped him out in just three moves."
Another demon king chimed in, his eyes filled with awe and fear of Han Yi, as if Han Yi were an unapproachable god who controlled life and death, who could annihilate them, these so-called strongmen, with a mere thought.
After killing Lingxu Sanren, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of the five demon kings.
At this moment, his aura was like a surging spiritual wave, or a newly born spiritual sun, radiating boundless light that made people dare not look directly at him.
With a confident smile, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to the five demon kings, his movements elegant and graceful.
"Thank you all for staying by my side and protecting me. Without your help, I would probably have been killed."
Upon seeing this, the Dragon King's gloom vanished, and he stepped forward, kneeling on one knee.
"You flatter us, Master. We were here to guard the spirits of plants and trees, awaiting the arrival of the chosen one! Now that you have obtained the spirits of plants and trees, our mission is complete, and we must return to report!"
Han Yi nodded slightly, his smile remaining calm, yet exuding an undeniable air of authority.
"In that case, please proceed."
The five demon kings bowed deeply to Han Yi, saying, "Master, until we meet again!"
Having completed their mission, they dared not linger and turned to leave.
Just then, the Demon Ape King seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, turned around to look at Han Yi, and his eyes were filled with worry.
"Master, I see that the killing intent within you is growing stronger. I will teach you a technique to suppress killing intent, which I hope will be helpful to you."
A ray of inspiration entered Han Yi's mind, and she memorized a cultivation technique called "Purifying the Mind and Transforming Demons Technique".
"Master, take care! We're leaving." Demon Ape Dynasty waved and flew away.
He released his divine sense, enveloping the entire entrance to the Netherworld Abyss, intending to gather some Netherworld Spirit Grass. This was a promise he had made to Wang Weiwei when they parted.
The scene before him was a great disappointment. The Netherworld Abyss had long been reduced to ruins after the great battle, and there was no trace of the Netherworld Grass.
He sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and then his figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light as he sped towards the cave where he had arranged to meet Wang Weiwei.
In a short while, Han Yi arrived at the cave.
Wang Weiwei, who was watching the Netherworld Abyss from afar outside the cave, had worry in her eyes and her hands were tightly clasped together.
The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she spoke excitedly.
"Young Master Yi, you're finally back!"
She rushed forward and hugged Han Yi tightly, tears welling in her eyes.
This sudden turn of events left the young master, who was used to being a womanizer, somewhat taken aback.
After all, he was the worst of the worst scumbags. Although he was stunned, he quickly came to his senses and gently patted Wang Weiwei's back with one hand.
He helped her sit up and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"The atmosphere's gotten so good, how about we give each other a kiss?"
"Ah?" Wang Weiwei blushed, somewhat surprised but did not refuse.
But Han Yi flicked his forehead.
"Just kidding! Look how scared you are."
“Miss Wang, I’m sorry to have worried you this past year. It’s just that I was unable to bring back the Netherworld Grass. The Netherworld Abyss was destroyed in the great war, and all the Netherworld Grass is gone.”
Wang Weiwei shook her head and comforted him, "It's alright, it's good that you've returned safely, young master."
"How can it be alright, Miss! If it weren't for the Netherworld Grass, you would..."
"shut up!"
The maid who was watching from a distance was about to speak when Wang Weiwei interrupted her.
Han Yi's expression turned serious. "What will happen?"
“Then…” the maid wanted to tell him.
"Cherry!" Wang Weiwei angrily called out the maid's name, signaling her to be quiet.
"Miss, even if you beat me to death, I will still tell you!"
"Without the Netherworld Grass, we can't refine the Yin-Yang Balance Pill. Who will save Miss's life then?"
Through the maid Han Yicai, it was learned that Wang Weiwei possessed dual spiritual roots of ice and fire. These two spiritual roots conflicted with each other, and the higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult it was to suppress them. Only the Yin-Yang Balancing Pill could completely eradicate the conflict.
"Besides the Netherworld Grass, there should be other substitute medicinal herbs, right?" Han Yi himself was an alchemist, and he knew that every kind of pill could have a substitute medicinal herb.
"No!" Wang Weiwei interrupted before the maid could speak. "Other medicinal herbs can be substituted, but the Netherworld Spirit Grass cannot!"
Han Yi also spoke up. He knew Wang Weiwei wasn't telling the truth; his senior brother had passed on to him a pill formula containing the specific formula and refining method for the Yin-Yang Balance Pill. However, he had too many pill formulas in his mind and needed to sort them out.
He soon learned that the Netherworld Grass, as a medicinal material for suppressing cold, was considered relatively inferior. There were many other effective ones, among which the Blazing Sun Sacred Fruit was the most effective.
"Tuoba Xun'er, do you know where the Flaming Sun Sacred Fruit can be found?" Han Yi asked.
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Xun'er stammered for a long time.
"What's wrong? Where can I find it?" Han Yi knew from her expression that he had asked the right person.
“Our Sunflower Sect’s sacred mountain has a Sacred Tree of the Blazing Sun that is tens of thousands of years old. Master, you wouldn’t be eyeing the Blazing Sun Fruit, would you? That’s our sect’s most precious treasure.”