PFC Chapter 307 The Green-Haired Turtle Is Getting Anxious
Chapter 307 The Green-Haired Turtle Is Getting Anxious
On the way to the outer gate.
The green-haired turtle followed behind, muttering to itself the whole way.
"Damn it... my 'Azure Dragon Pill'... my 'Fire Pattern Mystic Crystal'..."
It was indignant, its beady eyes filled with resentment.
Li Wudao ignored it and walked quickly ahead.
The area where the outer disciples live is located in the southeast corner of the Xuantian Sect.
Built against the mountain, the houses are simple and cannot be compared with the true sacred cave dwellings.
After passing through a sparse bamboo grove, Li Wudao arrived at a small courtyard.
The yard wasn't big; some unknown vines climbed the fence, and a few wild chrysanthemums bloomed sparsely in the corner.
The courtyard gate was ajar.
Li Wudao pushed open the door and entered.
Inside the simple dwelling, Lin Yan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating.
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Yan suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously reached for the long sword beside his pillow, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Upon recognizing the person, the pale face instantly transformed from surprise to joy:
"Brother Li?!"
He quickly rolled out of bed, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to stumble. He had to hold onto the edge of the bed to regain his balance.
"Brother Li, when did you return to the sect?"
Li Wudao quickly stepped forward and helped him up:
"Slow down, slow down, don't move around if you're injured."
He sized up Lin Yan.
His face was pale, his lips were cracked, and he could barely move his left leg, causing him to wince in pain with every step.
But compared to what Wang Zhao and Qiu Zishi said about "almost dying on the way," their current situation is... much better.
Li Wudao's eyes flickered slightly.
This kid is recovering pretty quickly.
Given the severity of his injuries, an ordinary person would need to stay in bed for at least two months, but he was able to get out of bed and walk around after only a few days.
He carefully examined Lin Yan, and this one look had a significant impact.
Peak Martial Grandmaster level?!
Li Wudao's eyelids twitched.
When they last met, Lin Yan was just a minor cultivator in the Body Tempering Realm, considered one of the worst in the outer sect of the Xuan Tian Sect, someone anyone could easily step on.
It's only been a few months?
He actually leaped to the peak of Martial Grandmaster, and is not far from Martial King!
How incredibly fast they've progressed!
Is this still that useless body with low-grade yellow-level aptitude?
Li Wudao was filled with emotion.
What is meant by "the chosen one"?
This is the chosen one.
Even if you start out as a weak character, even if you're being chased and almost die outside, as long as you give him a little time, he can give you a big surprise.
He realized it too.
No wonder Lin Yan was able to break through the encirclement of two Martial Kings...
Lin Yan felt a little embarrassed under Li Wudao's gaze and scratched his head: "Brother Li, I...I have something on my face?"
"No." Li Wudao withdrew his gaze and smiled, "I'm just happy to see that you're recovering well."
Lin Yan grinned, which aggravated his wound, causing him to hiss in pain.
He rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly: "Brother Li, please sit down, I'll go pour you some tea."
As he spoke, he limped to the table, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of hot water.
The tea was just ordinary coarse tea, and the water was just ordinary hot water; it didn't even qualify as a spiritual tea.
Lin Yan held his teacup, a hint of embarrassment on his face:
"Brother Li, the conditions are simple, please...please make do with this drink."
Li Wudao took the teacup without the slightest disgust and took a sip:
"Good."
Lin Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down opposite him.
The two chatted for a while about what would happen after they parted.
Lin Yan briefly recounted his experiences over the past few months.
He simply traveled around looking for opportunities, and by chance encountered some extraordinary events, which allowed him to barely break through.
He spoke casually, but Li Wudao could tell that behind that casualness lay countless brushes with death.
"Brother Li, what about you?" Lin Yan asked with a curious smile.
"Don't talk about me yet. What happened to your injuries?"
Lin Yan's smile froze slightly.
He paused for a moment, then looked away: "No...it's nothing, just a little accident."
"Accident?"
Li Wudao stared at him, "What kind of accident could have led two Martial King experts to ambush you outside the sect?"
Lin Yan suddenly looked up, a hint of evasion flashing in his eyes.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
"Brother Li... don't get involved in this matter," he said in a low voice. "I don't want to drag you into it."
Li Wudao looked at him, his tone turning serious, "Chu Xinhui? Or Wu Shaotian? Aside from these two, you shouldn't have any enemies, right?"
Lin Yan was startled.
He didn't answer, but his reaction said it all.
Li Wudao nodded and did not ask any further questions.
"I'll settle this score for you."
He spoke softly, yet firmly, with an undeniable air of authority.
But Lin Yan shook his head, "Brother Li, you've already helped me enough. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be in grave danger right now."
He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes:
"I plan to leave the Xuantian Sect once my injuries have healed. I will return to settle accounts with them after I have achieved some success in my cultivation."
Li Wudao was slightly taken aback.
Leave the Xuantian Sect?
Looking at the stubbornness and determination on Lin Yan's face, and recalling the other party's expression when he first entered, he felt both amused and exasperated.
This kid still doesn't know his current identity.
"Going out to gain experience is not a bad option."
Li Wudao pondered for a moment, then changed the subject:
"But have you considered that Chu Xinhui and Wu Shaotian have already decided to kill you? Do you think they will let you go so easily?"
“If you leave today, he can set up an ambush on the road tomorrow. The people who will ambush you next time will be stronger and more ruthless than last time.”
Lin Yan's expression changed slightly, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
He knew that Brother Li was right.
During his last trip, if it weren't for several fortuitous encounters that greatly enhanced his strength, coupled with his deliberate concealment of his abilities, his enemies would have underestimated his cultivation level.
Otherwise, he would be dead beyond dead!
Seeing Lin Yan's somewhat unpleasant expression, Li Wudao suddenly smiled, "No need to be pessimistic... You probably don't know this yet, do you?"
Lin Yan was taken aback: "Know what?"
Li Wudao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly said, "I am now the Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect."
"The Holy...the Holy Son?!"
Lin Yan's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.
He jumped up, but the movement was so fast that it aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.
But the shock and excitement on his face completely overshadowed the pain.
"Brother Li! You...you are really the Holy Son?!"
Li Wudao nodded with a smile.
Lin Yan was so excited that he spun around twice on the spot, rubbing his hands together, not knowing what to say:
"Holy Son... Holy Son... The first Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect in eight thousand years of history... It's actually Brother Li..."
He suddenly remembered something, and quickly clasped his hands and bowed: "Disciple Lin Yan greets Your Highness, Holy Son!"
Li Wudao was amused by his serious demeanor and waved his hand:
"Stop with the nonsense, sit down and let's talk."
Lin Yan chuckled as he sat down, his eyes still shining.
Li Wudao raised an eyebrow: "Are you relieved now?"
"With me here, you can focus on recovering and cultivating. I don't even consider Wu Shaotian a threat right now."
Lin Yan nodded vigorously, his eyes slightly red.
He knew the weight of Brother Li's words.
The Holy Son holds a position equivalent to the sect leader and wields immense power within the sect.
With this identity, even if Wu Shaotian hated him, he wouldn't dare to openly take action.
"Brother Li, I..."
Lin Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say something to express his gratitude, but found that his throat felt blocked.
Li Wudao waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.
Then, he flipped his hand and took out a storage bag.
"Here, take this."
With a thought, he loosened the opening of the storage bag.
"Splash—"
Seven or eight items suddenly appeared on the table.
Three bottles of fragrant elixirs.
A piece of ore the size of a baby's fist, with flowing flame-like patterns.
A spirit fruit that is entirely crimson red.
There were also several ancient medicinal herbs, brimming with spiritual energy, which looked quite valuable.
........
Lin Yan was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the things on the table, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.
"These...these are all for me?"
Just as Lin Yan was stunned and at a loss for what to do.
"Grass!"
A near-voice-breaking scream suddenly exploded.
The green-haired turtle had bloodshot eyes and was staring intently at the pile of things on the table, its shell trembling violently.
"Laozi's Azure Dragon Pill! Laozi's Crimson Blood Fruit..."
"This is all my stuff!!"