Chapter 153 Shancai Pill

"Do you think something bad will happen if I give him the pill?"

Han Yu stood at the street corner, muttering to himself as he watched a group of people slowly approaching in front of him.

"When you have this thought, something bad is about to happen."

Xiao Liuli looked through Han Yu's sea of ​​consciousness and saw Zhao Yulin walking in front with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, followed closely by four cultivators escorting Yan Bing and Yan Kong.

The direction everyone was looking seemed to be heading to the government office.

After walking a short distance, Zhao Yulin stopped, glanced at Han Yu, and walked over first with an unsuspecting look on his face.

"Why are you still here? Although the government will not hold you responsible for causing trouble with these two people, you must leave Zhanzhou Prefecture as soon as possible."

Although it was Ling Wuce who greeted him, Zhao Yulin would not give Han Yu a good look.

If it weren't for this guy, the two evil people behind him wouldn't have chased here to cause trouble.

Ultimately, it's Han Yu's fault.

Yan Bing obviously thought so too, and he shouted from afar.

"One day, I will definitely seek revenge on you. Just wait."

Before daybreak today, two groups of monks came and took turns whipping him. If he were beaten every day, I couldn't imagine whether he would die of the pain if the pain erupted in a year.

Just thinking about the side effects taking effect a year later gives me chills.

So he hated Han Yu even more.

Yan Kong was surprisingly quiet. He did want to take revenge, but he probably had no chance of doing so because of the side effect of his body that granted whatever he wished. If he showed his head, he would be the first to be in trouble.

If there was really a chance to escape, I'm afraid the first thing he would do would be to find a deserted place and hide there.

Zhao Yulin looked at the miserable appearance of the two and shook his head, but he became more eager to expel Han Yu.

This guy's elixir is weird and strange. If he stays any longer, I don't know who will be harmed.

Although those pills have various side effects, there are always a few fools who can't resist the temptation.

"Master Zhao, if there is a pill that can double your cultivation speed, are you interested?"

Han Yu suddenly spoke with a smile and spread out a black pill in his palm.

Zhao Yulin was stunned...

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"What are you still standing there for?"

Mo Xingzhi suddenly patted his cousin on the back of his head and spoke nervously.

In the east courtyard of the Shenji Academy of the Mo family, Mo Xingzhi hurriedly found his cousin's residence half an hour ago and woke him up without saying a word.

After all the explanations, he is still in a daze.

The old monster who turned into the Ginseng King in Mo Yun Mansion has awakened?
He was also a little surprised when he first heard the news. Han Yu said privately that this half-dead state would last for a year.

Why did it come out so quickly?
"Just wake up, it's none of our business."

My cousin rubbed his eyes and wanted to lie down and sleep again, but was pulled back by Mo Xingzhi.

"It's a big deal. The old man from Wushuang Tower came to question us, saying that we concealed the matter of King Shen, but I heard from the court..."

Then the content of my sixth uncle's story became a little strange and bizarre.

Are those old monks from the Eight Sects chewing on the ginseng whiskers? Making ginseng soup? Boiling the ginseng heads?

This may not sound like a big deal, but he knew that the Ginseng King was transformed from a living person!

The picture in my mind suddenly became unserious.

Eat leg hair! Drink bath water! Taste scalp soup...

Blanch!
What should I do if I feel like vomiting when I wake up early in the morning?

The Mohist School doesn’t care how Luo Yuqi escaped from the predicament now, but the Grand Elder of Wushuang Tower came to Shenjiyuan to ask for an explanation.

Mo Xingzhi frowned, looking helpless.

Whenever Wushuang Tower encountered a misfortune, the first thing that came to their mind was to suspect whether it was the Mohist School's fault. This habit is probably difficult to change.

The key is that he guessed it right this time.

"We in the Mohist School weren't even interested in the King of Ginseng. Now that the truth has been revealed and the King of Ginseng has become a living person, the Mohist School is under suspicion. It's inevitable that those eight old guys will be angry and feel greatly insulted."

"Remember, keep your mouth shut and say you don't know about this. Damn it, these eight old guys are too troublesome. If you let it slip, you'll offend all eight sects at the same time."

If Mo Xingzhi hadn't gotten the information from the court, he would never have imagined that eight old men in the Transcendent Realm could come up with so many tricks.

I am having a huge headache right now. If I only cheat Wushuanglou, I can even show off.

But if there were eight sects at the same time, the Mohist School would really not be able to handle it...

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"I am a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Peeping Realm. How can I afford to just give away my wealth?"

Zhao Yulin walked into the government office with eight-way steps and full of energy.

Ling Wuce had been waiting inside for a long time, and Nan Sheng was kicking her feet boredly beside him.

After seeing Zhao Yulin come in, Yan Bing and the other person who were escorted in closely behind him seemed to remember the two's various strange states and couldn't help but smile.

Both the Supervisory Department and the Garrison Department would be very interested in the identities of these two people as the evil disciples. In the end, if they are of no use, they can be thrown to the Herb Department for research.

So before leaving, Ling Wu Ce simply thought of taking the person with him.

Staying in Zhanzhou Prefecture could easily become a hidden danger.

Zhao Yulin came forward happily, trying hard to smile.

"I have brought everyone here. When will you leave, Mr. Ling? I will make arrangements for you."

Ling Wu Ce couldn't help but roll his eyes and said sarcastically when he heard that.

"Are you trying to drive me away?" Zhao Yulin waved his hands quickly. If he were to arrange this in front of the sports car and the big guns, he would be spit on to death next time he returned to Baiyujing.

"I'm not afraid of delaying your business. I have no other intention."

It's really difficult! I don't know how uncomfortable it is for the brothers in Beijing to face this person every day.

“It’s really funny!”

Ling Wu Ce curled his lips and glanced sideways, then took out a small bell the size of a palm from his sleeve.

"That guy has no interest in the court. I will give you the credit for the work of these two evil cultivators."

"Take this, so that the Supervisory Office won't be dragging its feet in giving out rewards for ten days or half a month. Those guys are never efficient in doing things."

The entire body of the small bell is bronze in color, and is engraved with mysterious patterns all over. Although it is only the size of a palm, its power is extremely amazing.

Zhao Yulin had seen Ling Wuce use this thing several times before. After casting a spell, it grew into a big bell in the wind. It was extremely sturdy and could be used to hit people. Even those at the Spirit-Seeking Realm might not be able to withstand it.

The two small bells can also emit sound waves after being thrown out. The sound of the bells can not only defend against enemies, but can even resist some psychological illusions.

When Ling Wu Ce said he would give it to him, he was almost moved to tears. He had been coveting this thing for so long. Not only was it capable of both offense and defense, but it could also resist illusions.

Just as he reached out to take it eagerly, an evil fire suddenly rose up in his heart, burning his internal organs and then flowing through his meridians.

Not only that, the evil fire that was swimming split into two and rushed straight to the top of the head.

Ling Wu Ce was about to hand the small bell over, but when he saw Zhao Yulin reaching out to take it, he was stunned.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the other person had already fallen to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth and shaking violently with his back hunched.

Ling Wu Ce's expression changed, and he quickly leaned over to hold the man down, holding his wrist, and immediately sent a stream of spiritual power into him.

Going crazy?

This word is not new, but it is outrageous when it appears in the name of a cultivator who has already reached the great perfection of the God-Gazing Realm.

If you were going to get angry, why didn’t you do it earlier? Why are you doing it now?
Ling Wuce tried to calm the restless true energy in Zhao Yulin's meridians, but no matter how he tried, the turbulent true energy was unwilling to calm down.

"Things...don't...take them away."

Zhao Yulin almost gritted his teeth to finish his words.

Ling Wu Ce was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the small clock in his hand thoughtfully and immediately put it back into his sleeve.

Oddly enough, as soon as he put away the small bell, Zhao Yulin's symptoms instantly healed, and the chaotic true energy just disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.

It's so bizarre!

Zhao Yulin lay on the ground gasping for breath with a pale face, then slowly got up, his face full of lingering fear.

"This bastard! He doesn't even know that magic tools are also wealth."

After recovering a little, Zhao Yulin cursed loudly. If this was considered wealth, he would never have dared to eat so heartily even if he was beaten to death.

"What happened to you?"

Ling Wu Ce stared at him and spoke solemnly.

……

A cup of tea passed by.

Ling Wu Ce looked at him again as if he was a fool.

No, not even a fool would eat randomly.

"So, you dare to eat this kind of thing?"

That’s right, from the Xingchen Sect to here, Han Yu’s elixirs often have very strong effects, but no matter where they are, the side effects that appear are always very troublesome.

Even so, Zhao Yulin still dares to eat recklessly...

Zhao Yulin had a bitter face. He thought that wealth was nothing more than mundane money and treasures. As a high-level cultivator, he naturally looked down on these things and had no use for them.

So he ate without any burden.

If he doesn't want it, then he doesn't want it! Compared with the positive effects, he doesn't feel bad at all.

But who would have known that the so-called wealth also included magical instruments.

If this is the case, then doesn't that mean everything that has value can be considered wealth?

How miserable!

"Suffering? I'm afraid you don't know how to write the word death. Suppose one day an evil cultivator starts fighting with you and suddenly throws a magical weapon at you, will you just lie on the ground and wait to die?"

Ling Wu Ce sneered. Although the effect was strong, its flaws were also strong.

"What should I do?"

Zhao Yulin's face turned pale, and he imagined a scene in his mind: when he was fighting an enemy, the enemy suddenly bowed down and gave him a gift, and then he became possessed and waited for death...

Blanch!
"Where are the people? See if we can get an antidote."

Ling Wu Ce sighed helplessly.

Zhao Yulin's face turned even worse and he spoke awkwardly.

"I...I took the pill and he left."

"Mr. Ling, what should I do?"

Ling Wu Ce shook his head.

No one forced you, and they told you the side effects in advance, but you still took it voluntarily. What else do you want to do?

"From now on, learn to say no!"

If rejection works, at most I'll be alone in the future, which, considering the positive effects, is still worth watching.

At the same time, Ling Wu Ce felt relieved that he did not really recruit Han Yu into the fifth floor. With such a strange elixir, the fifth floor would be in chaos sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)

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