Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 835
Zheng Fan walked quickly in Wushuang City, completely ignoring the surprised looks of passers-by around him.

It has been three years since he returned to Earth, and 3000 years have passed in the world of cultivating immortals.

Now Zheng Fan wants to find out the great medicine in Wushuang City back then, and use it to increase his cultivation.

Reached the realm of fusion early, went to Wanhua Prefecture where Tianxuan Palace is located, and brought back Xu Wanqing, Xie Feifei, and Zheng Jiayi.

Back then, Zheng Fan, whose strength was already in the Tribulation Immortal Venerable, when he visited Wushuang City, happened to see a big medicine seedling in Wushuang City.

Now that 3000 years have passed, it is time for this big medicine seedling to mature.

Walked for several minutes.

Zheng Fan came to a luxurious mansion based on his memories of the year.

He looked at this luxurious mansion, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his figure flickered, and he walked towards the mansion.

inside the mansion.

A young man in luxurious clothes walked back and forth in the back garden with a gloomy expression.

He was very annoyed, why did it take so long for the three house slaves sent out to deal with a powerless Jia Mengling.

Ye Qingcheng's heart was in turmoil. If Jia Mengling were allowed to show up alive, it would disrupt his plan to annex the Tang family.

"Young Master, Young Master." A young man in purple clothes with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks ran up to Ye Qingcheng in a panic.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the panting young servant in front of him, with a gloomy face, he asked, "Tell me quickly what happened?"

He is afraid of hearing bad things.

Listening to Ye Qingcheng's words, the young house slave in purple clothes knew that he was a violent person, and if he offended him, he would take a sword and cut off the head of the woman he loved.

Thinking of this, the young slave in purple didn't dare to continue to breathe, and whispered: "Master, the slaves you sent to kill the little widow of the Tang family are all dead."

"What!" Ye Qingcheng heard the news, his gloomy face was full of shock.

Although he was worried that Jia Mengling would not die, the three house slaves he sent out were all in the Golden Core realm.

How could it be impossible to kill Jia Mengling who was powerless.

"What's going on?" Ye Qingcheng frowned, looking at the young slave in front of him like a wolf.

Feeling Ye Qingcheng's anger, the house slave lowered his head and whispered, "It seems that he was rescued by a man in white clothes of unknown origin."

Listening to the slave's words, Ye Qingcheng clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "A man in white clothes with unknown origin dares to spoil my good deeds."

"Master, what shall we do next?" The purple-clothed slave continued to ask.

Ye Qingcheng said coldly: "Go to hell next!"

While speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and slapped the slave on the head with his palm.

puff.

The head of the young house slave was cracked like a ripe rotten watermelon.

Ye Qingcheng didn't even look at the headless body of the slave, his face was gloomy, and he walked towards the hall of Ye Mansion.

He wants to tell his father about this and see what he can do.

Not long after Ye Qingcheng left.

A figure of a man in white appeared in the back garden.

He looked indifferent, ignoring the headless corpse beside him, and walked towards a dense red flower in the back garden.

Zheng Fan said to himself as he walked, "I never thought that in 3000 years, so much has changed."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said: "Back then, this place was a deserted burial ground, but now it has become a luxurious mansion."

While speaking, Zheng Fan had already come to the luxuriant red flower, stretched out his slender fingers, and grabbed it.

The moment he caught the safflower, he frowned and said, "What's going on? Where's the medicine?"

Zheng Fan looked at the red flower in his hand with a look of surprise.

You must know that the appearance of this safflower is exactly the same as that of the big medicine, and they both grow in the same place.

Why did it suddenly disappear?

When Zheng Fan was wondering, the patrolling slave in purple happened to pass by here.

When they saw Zheng Fan dressed in modern clothes and with an indifferent expression, they immediately shouted, "Where did the little thief dare to make trouble in Ye Mansion?"

While speaking, the patrolling domestic slaves had already clenched their cold scimitars and slashed towards Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan looked at the slave of the Ye family who was waving a scimitar towards him, and said indifferently, "I'm looking for death."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind slashed towards the servants of the Ye family.

The servants of the Ye family looked at the strong wind with a look of disdain and didn't take it seriously at all.

They don't think that Zheng Fan's strength is so strong that he can kill them at the Jindan stage.

He has even started to fantasize about what kind of reward the young master will have when he catches the assassin.

puff.

puff.

One head after another, with wide eyes open, watching the blood-spitting body below him getting farther and farther away.

There was no longer any disdain on their faces, only panic.

Snapped.

The heads of Ye Fu's slaves, as well as their bodies, exploded at the same time, turning into blood mist that filled the sky.

Zheng Fan's face was indifferent, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that the big medicine has been poached by someone?"

He didn't believe it, the big medicine needed special means to poach it, and the people in Wushuang City had no way at all.

Zheng Fan shook his head, he didn't think about it for the time being, and was going to ask the know-it-all in Wushuang City, maybe he could get some news.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan disappeared into the Ye family's mansion in a flash.

After Zheng Fan left.

A middle-aged man who was limp on the ground and urinated his pants, his face was pale.

He couldn't even hold the knife steadily, as if the scene just now had frightened him out of courage.

Until a long time later, the middle-aged man who was scared to pee his pants stood up tremblingly.

Without any hesitation, he immediately walked towards the hall of Ye Mansion.

You must inform the Patriarch Ye of this matter.

In the Ye family hall.

Ye Qingcheng sat on a black wooden chair, beside him sat six elders from the Ye family.

He looked at his father sitting on the main seat, and said respectfully: "Father, that little widow Jia Mengling is not dead."

on the main seat.

The silver-haired old man held a crutch made of pure gold in his hand, and said kindly, "Who said she didn't die?"

Ye Qingcheng and the elders of the Ye family, listening to the words of the Patriarch of the Ye family, were confused in their minds, not knowing what the Patriarch meant.

Ye Huan, the Patriarch of the Ye Family, opened his toothless mouth and said with a grin: "She is already dead, and the one who returned was transformed by a monster."

Ye Qingcheng and the elders of Ye's family frowned slightly when they heard Ye Huan's words.

They felt that the people of the Tang family were not that stupid and would not believe such things at all.

Ye Huan saw that everyone frowned slightly, and said with a serious smile, "If I tell them they can believe it, they will believe it."

(End of this chapter)