After the ascent failed

Chapter 106 Advanced Soul Cultivation
"Ask for something?"

"Not to mention what you want me to do, but why do I want to help you?"

Ye Chunyang seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Lu Yun just offended him yesterday, and it was unexpected that people from the Zhao family dared to ask him to do something.

The two looked at each other.

"This junior knows that it is presumptuous to come here this time, but right now my Zhao family is facing the danger of extinction, and only the master can help us resolve the crisis.

"Master, if you can help me, my Zhao family would like to offer three 200-year-old spirit grasses as a reward."

Zhao Fei said sincerely.

"200 years of spiritual grass is not bad."

Ye Chunyang smiled lightly, but his face suddenly turned cold, "Yesterday, your Zhao family just offended me, but today you turned around and begged me to help you out of danger, don't you think it's too ridiculous?"

His words were very light, but Zhao and Fei were almost suffocated.

"Master Ye, this matter is indeed due to my Zhao family's lax discipline. If the master wants to pursue it, this junior is willing to bear it all."

Zhao Fei endured the horror in his heart, gritted his teeth and said.

Before, he was skeptical about the rumors about this Master Ye, but now that the other party's gestures are intimidating, Zhao Fei immediately believed in the rumors.

If it wasn't really supernatural, how could it be so majestic?

Zhao Wangui stood aside with a dry face, wanted to speak, but didn't dare to say a word.

The two masters of the Spirit Transformation Realm acted like grandsons facing their elders, daring not to move. If other monks saw this scene, they would probably faint from fright on the spot.

"Forget it, the person who offended me yesterday has already been killed by me, and I don't bother to pursue this matter."

Ye Chunyang looked at Zhao Fei and Zhao Wangui expressionlessly, until the two were almost out of breath, before uttering a word.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Chunyang said again: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? In addition, although I am somewhat interested in the 200-year-old spirit grass, I still need to see what kind of spirit grass it is before deciding whether to help you."

Zhao Fei's heart skipped a beat.

This Master Ye didn't ask anything they asked for, he only cared about the spiritual grass, either he had no intention of agreeing to help, or he had the self-confidence to despise everything.

Such a character is really too powerful!
"Returning to Master, the three spirit grasses of our Zhao family are Luoyanghua, Hanrong, and Zhixuecao."

Zhao Fei said quickly.

"Oh?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

These three medicinal materials are the main medicinal materials for refining "True Essence Pill". This pill is very helpful to the Dao Foundation Realm to consolidate the true essence. Ye Chunyang was planning to find a few to refine, but unexpectedly, there were some in the Zhao family.

"These three spiritual grasses are treasures that my Zhao family has treasured for a long time. If the master is willing to help, he will definitely offer them with both hands."

Seeing that Ye Chunyang seemed a little moved, Zhao Fei showed joy.

"it is good."

Ye Chun was noncommittal, "I will listen to what you have to say."

Ye Chunyang still doesn't like the mere 200-year-old ingredients, even if he got it, he would have to ripen it to make it more than 300 years old in order to fully exert the effect of the True Yuan Pill.

However, due to the harsh requirements on the growth environment of these three herbs, they are extremely difficult to cultivate, so they are not easy to find in the market.

The two were overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "To tell you the truth, our Ye family recently encountered a terrible opponent..."

Zhao Fei told the truth about what happened to the Zhao family.

"Soul Cultivation?"

At the end, Ye Chunyang's expression changed slightly.

"Yes, this person has reached the soul-shaping stage in the realm of soul cultivation, and the soul art is unpredictable. If the junior fights against him, he will be defeated within a round."

Mentioning that opponent, Zhao Fei still had fear in his eyes.

Then he looked at Ye Chunyang with burning eyes, and said: "It is said that the senior is a master of soul cultivation. With the other party's supernatural powers, I am afraid that you are the only one who can deal with it."

"Soul cultivation in the soul-shaping period, this is a bit interesting."

Ye Chunyang thought of the ice-faced man he had just seen in the underground square city.

Judging from the descriptions of Zhao and Fei, the soul cultivator who injured him was at a similar level to this person, and it was very likely that the Zhao family's opponent was this person.

"When will that person appear again?" Ye Chunyang asked.

"That man just issued a letter of war and threatened to destroy my entire Zhao family today. This junior is sure that he will definitely come tonight." Zhao Feihan said in a low voice, "I wonder if the master can move my Zhao family in case that person comes at any time." Raid."

"Alright."

Ye Chunyang nodded in agreement.

Ye Chunyang is not happy to be able to get the main medicinal material of Zhenyuan Pill from the Zhao family, and to get in touch with soul cultivators.

The two were overjoyed and hurriedly invited each other respectfully.

Ye Chunyang has nothing to do.

As for the soul cultivator in the soul-shaping stage, Ye Chunyang never caught his eye.

……

After arriving at Zhao's house, Zhao Fei immediately invited Ye Chunyang to the seat of honor. Everyone in the Zhao family saw the legendary Master Ye with suspicion and reverence.

The other party's name was as powerful as a myth that shocked the entire Yinyue Kingdom's cultivation world, but he seemed to have a low breath, as if he was no more than the second or third level of Qi Refining, which made the masters of the Zhao family puzzled.

"This is Master Ye? Why is his cultivation so low?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, haven't you heard? This master is a high-level soul cultivator. This kind of cultivator only cultivates the soul, and most of the spiritual power and physical body are relatively weak."

"But with such a low level of cultivation, can it really resolve the crisis for my Zhao family?"

"..."

There were many young children talking in low voices outside the door.

It's no wonder they have this opinion, Ye Chunyang looks like a low-level monk, which is very different from the legendary "Master Ye", but the round-faced young man beside him has a somewhat oppressive air.

But the man didn't blink, like a fool.

No one wants to believe that these two people can help them beat back their opponents.

All the Daoist masters in the hall were also full of surprises, but no one dared to say a word when seeing the respectful appearance of the Great Elder and Zhao Wangui towards Ye Chunyang.

Ye Chunyang closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

Zhao Fei and Zhao Wangui were secretly nervous as they watched the time go by.

Just as it was getting dark, a heavy breath suddenly came from mid-air.

Everyone in the Zhao family was shocked.

Ye Chunyang opened his eyes slightly, and looked up at the sky, revealing a hint of amusement.

At the same time, a black-robed man in his 30s with a rough face appeared in the field.

"The debt of the Zhao family should be paid off!"

The man in black robe looked sharply at everyone in the Zhao family coldly.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Looking into the eyes of the black-robed man, they felt as if their heads were being pricked by needles. Several low-level Qi-refining monks couldn't hold on anymore, their eyes were empty, and they turned over and fell down.

"Soul art!"

Zhao Fei's heart shuddered.

Having fought against this black-robed man, he is well aware of the horror of soul art, and that kind of invisible attack completely catches people off guard.

It is even impossible to detect when the opponent made a move.

Looking at a group of family members who were easily killed by the soul technique, Zhao Fei said angrily: "Xu Guang, when your Xu family caused public outrage in Liangzhou City, monks from all over the world attacked you. This matter has long been old. Old account, why do you insist on holding on to our Zhao family?"

"Hey, it's not up to you to judge how my Xu family did things back then. Today, I want to kill your Zhao family to the ground. What can you do to me?"

"It's not just you, I will also come to the door and kill all the people who besieged my Xu family back then!"

The man in black robe named Xu Guang laughed wildly.

I saw him counting the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, waves of water ripples permeated the air, and several qi refining disciples around Qiqiao bleed to death.

"Insanity!"

Zhao Wangui was furious, and with a wave of his bare hand, a golden throwing knife appeared out of thin air.

Under the urging of Xiaocheng's magic power, the flying knife's light gradually grew, and it slashed towards Xu Guang with a bright rainbow light.

Although the soul cultivator is powerful, but his spiritual power and physical body are weak, he can only fight from a distance, but his weakness is close attack.

As long as you take the lead and approach the opponent, you may not be unable to win.

Just having this thought, Zhao Wangui was suddenly startled.

Contempt flashed in Xu Guang's eyes, and he lightly urged the tactic with one hand, and a dignified pressure of divine sense suddenly rolled up in the field, and the flying knife cut from mid-air also collapsed in an instant, turning into fragments and scattering.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Wangui felt as if his head was being crushed by a mountain, he suddenly became dizzy and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"An ant-like existence dares to fight against me, it's simply beyond my control!"

Xu Guang looked disdainful.

As soon as the tactic was changed while speaking, the spiritual thoughts that enveloped Zhao Wangui's head immediately gathered into an invisible big hand, and slapped Zhao Wangui away with one palm.

"you!"

Zhao Wangui raised his head with difficulty, but he couldn't hold on for a moment, and immediately tilted his head again and passed out.

Looking at Zhao Wangui who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or alive, all the masters of the Zhao family retreated in horror as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Now it's your turn! Zhao Fei, do you want to come and lead the death yourself, or do you want me to do it yourself?" Xu Guang's bloodthirsty gaze slowly scanned the Zhao family, and finally fell on Zhao Fei, grinning sinisterly.

"Xu Guang, you couldn't kill me last time, do you think you can do it this time?" Zhao Fei glanced at Zhao Wangui who was on the ground, gritted his teeth and said grimly.

But obviously he didn't have the confidence to say that.

With Zhao Wan's cultivation level at the Guihua Spiritual Realm, he was beaten to death in just one encounter, which proves that this person's soul art cultivation base is very likely to have reached the middle stage of the Soul Shaping Stage, or even entered the threshold of the later stage.

"is it?"

"When we fought that day, if I hadn't been temporarily entangled in something, how could I have allowed you to escape easily? Well, since you are unwilling to kneel down to lead your death, then I have no choice but to obliterate your soul."

Xu Guang showed sarcasm, and walked towards the living room step by step.

Zhao Fei's heart trembled wildly.

He, who had reached the state of spiritual transformation, could only tremble in the face of such a terrifying soul cultivator.

"Master Ye, please protect my Zhao family!"

Zhao Fei looked sideways at Ye Chunyang, who was sitting silently next to him, with hope in his eyes.

Right now, we can only pin our hopes on him.

But the other party didn't seem to hear his cry for help, and still sat there motionless.

Zhao Fei's heart sank.

Could it be that he was also suppressed by Xu Guang?The legend of high-level soul cultivation is just a waste of fame?

Seeing Ye Chunyang's indifferent appearance, Zhao Fei felt a little shaken.

He said again: "Master Ye?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Ye Chunyang got up slowly.

(End of this chapter)