Dan and Martial God of the Other World

"Hu'er, rest early. I've received some news, that Mister Mo seems to have some ability, he seems to have dealt with the cold poison in the body of the Dreamy Cloud City's Jiang Clan's Jiang Huiyun. That Yun father and son are still kneeling outside the door begging for help."

A middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. He was not even fifty years old, and his appearance was similar to that of a young man, especially his pair of long and narrow eyes.

When he thought about how the Yun Family's father and son were still kneeling outside of another's door, a smile involuntarily formed on the corner of his mouth. Then, as he looked at the youth, a glint flashed across his eyes as he said: "If that Mister Mo really has the ability to open his meridian acupoints, then my Zhao Family will make sure you advance even further, no matter the cost. Back then, our Zhao Family was completely suppressed by the Yun Family to the point where we couldn't even breathe. I never thought that the brat Yun Qianhao, who is courting death, would actually want to provoke someone you shouldn't have provoked.

"Helping people to open their acupoints and meridians, how difficult is that? It is said that for those experts in the sect who are in closed-door seclusion to do so, there is an unbearable price to pay."

The youth called Hu'er turned around and the corner of his mouth raised as he said indifferently: "However, if he can really open up two acupoints on my meridians, it will be enough for my cultivation of the Earth Fault Nine Yang Art to advance a step. In the sect's direct disciple selection later in the year, it will be enough to become a direct disciple of a certain elder, or even a disciple of Sect Master."

Becoming the direct disciple of an elder, or even the disciple of the Sect Master, would allow his status to rise to another level within the entire Celestial Sect. If Zhan Yunhao was able to do it back then, Zhao Xuan was also able to do it.

"As long as you successfully become the elder's direct disciple, what will the Yun Family count as then? The Southcloud City will belong to my Zhao Family, and in the future, what about the Dreamy Cloud Nine City?" A smile appeared in Zhao Yuqiang's eyes.

"If I can become an elder, or even a disciple of the sect master, then what is this Dreamy Cloud Nine City …" Zhao Xuan smiled faintly.

"… …"

The sun gradually set, and night fell over the Dreamy Cloud City.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the bed in a quiet courtyard. He looked at the beautiful woman leaning on the bed with a loving gaze and said, "Meixi, rest early. If you don't sleep, the little fellow in your stomach will as well."

With that, the middle-aged man gently leaned down and gently placed his hand against the beautiful woman's stomach. His face was filled with happiness, but deep in his eyes, there was a lingering sense of worry.

"Darling, I'm afraid, this is already the third one. I …"

Even though the beautiful woman was wearing a suit of armor, her body was extremely slim. The aura around her body emitted a faint chill as she stroked the middle-aged man's hair. Her eyes were filled with seriousness.

"Don't worry, since you're here at the Sky Pavilion, Mr Mo will definitely have great medical skills and our child will definitely be able to be saved."

The middle-aged man raised his head and caressed the beautiful woman's thin face. He said gently, "Rest early. I will guard you and our child."

Hearing this, the beautiful woman hid the solemness in her eyes. She gave a faint smile and with a hint of happiness at the corner of her mouth, she laid down gently and closed her eyes.

Gazing at the beautiful woman and the bulging stomach, the middle-aged man's eyes were still serious. He sat down cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

"… …"

"Master, do you think that Mister Mo is reliable? It's said that the Mausoleum City's Mayor Ye Mingchao left in a huff today and kept saying that Mister Mo was just a swindler."

In the room, a woman in her forties, who was dressed simply and had a worried look in her eyes, looked at an old man in his seventies and said.

His eyes were filled with hope as he said, "Regardless of what happens, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I heard that Mister Mo has cured the cold poison of the Jiang clan. Hopefully, he will be able to cure Shaochen tomorrow."

"This child in Shaocheng is too bitter. He isn't even ten years old yet, yet he suffers from that level of torture every day. If he was an adult, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. I really wonder how this child managed to survive."

The woman said with tears in her eyes.

Although she was only a servant of the Dongfang family, she had raised Shaochen into her childhood, and she had already treated him as her own son. Thinking about how a child who was not even ten years old yet would suffer such torture made her heart clench.

"It's all my fault. It's my fault. If possible, I would rather replace Shaocheng and be tortured like that." Dongfang Xi clenched his fists tightly, very regretful.

"… …"

The moon was bright in the west, and the night was getting calmer and calmer.

In Dreamy Cloud City, a courtyard snaked through the dense shadows of the trees. The leaves rustled in the night wind, casting mottled shadows on the silvery moonlight.

Ye Mingchao sat cross-legged and looked out the window at the moonlight. His eyes revealed a faint disdainful smile as he said, "It's about time already. What kind of origin energy backlash would make you wish you were dead? You speak without thinking and a liar …"

"Boom …"

Before Ye Mingchao could finish speaking to himself, his body suddenly trembled as an aura surged out from within his body.

"Ah …"

This aura was too berserk. In an instant, it engulfed his entire body, causing the veins on Ye Mingchao's well-built body to be exposed. The currents in his body were like little snakes scurrying about, seeming to break through his meridians, his flesh, and his skin, causing his entire body to spasm. He could not help but cry out miserably, and a mouthful of dark red blood could not help but spurt out from his mouth.

"Mayor, what's wrong?"

Someone outside the door hurriedly asked as he heard the commotion.

Ye Mingchao's face was hideous as his entire body twitched. His body stiffened and his gaze changed drastically. He shouted loudly, "Quickly, prepare the carriage to go to the Heaven Pavilion, quickly!"

"..."

"Hualala …"

In the silent room, the flames within the Cauldron roared as Du Shaotian sat cross-legged. One by one, the medicinal herbs were thrown into the Cauldron to be refined.

From the moment he had refined the Grand Moon Marrow Cleansing Pill, Du Shao Mu had only taken four hours to adjust his breathing and recover before he once again focused on refining the pill.

"Boom …" "

At a certain moment, another strong wave of spiritual energy gushed out of the cauldron. A pill the size of a thumb's fingertip floated above the cauldron. The third Grand Moon Marrow Washing Pill had already been refined.

Holding the pill in his hand, a smile appeared on Du Shao Mu's pale face. Since noon yesterday, he had already refined three Grand Moon Marrow Purification Pills.

"It's about time."

With a light sigh, Du Shaotian kept the pill and left the quiet room after a brief period of resting.

In the morning, in the east of the Dreamy Cloud City, a magnificent morning glow slowly spread out.

In the small courtyard, the father and son from the Yun Family were still kneeling straight. Yun Zhenhai's back was straight. After a day and a night, his waist had not even bent and his eyes were filled with determination.

Yun Qian Hao knelt beside his father and propped himself up on the ground with both hands.

At this moment, there was an extra person kneeling beside the Yun family's father and son. His figure was sturdy and he wore a set of tight clothes. He was the city lord of Mausoleum City, Ye Mingchao.

In the courtyard, there were already several people early in the morning. Other than the two young female medicine servants and Nangong Xuewei, there were also seven other people.

A middle-aged man that stood tall and straight supported a beautiful woman that was extremely slim and had six armors on her.

An old man in his seventies, with a pair of bright eyes, was holding onto a young man who looked to be about ten years old.

The young man was slender and seemed thinner than his peers. However, his eyes were clear and seemed to have a type of spirit energy flowing within them. His black hair was neatly combed behind his head and his youthful face showed maturity that surpassed his peers.

There was also a middle-aged man and a youth. Both of them wore extraordinary clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. Especially the long and narrow corners of their eyes, they were extremely similar. One glance was enough to tell that they were father and son.

The six of them seemed to have just arrived as well. Looking at the father and son of the Yun Family kneeling outside the door, they were slightly surprised, but not surprised.

The middle-aged couple and the elder who was holding the young boy nodded at Yun Zhenhai and gave him a slight smile. They seemed to be familiar with each other, but they did not ask any further questions.

Yun Zhenhai nodded his head in reply. His gaze was still resolute, but he did not move his body. He still remained kneeling outside the door.

After that, the middle-aged couple and the old man holding the youth's hand looked at the kneeling Ye Mingchao, but they were extremely moved. The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask, "City Governor Ye, what are you doing?"