Destiny Martial God

In the mansion of the prince consort, in the front yard square!

After hearing Xu Hanwen's reminder, Yu Haoran, who slowly calmed down from the sadness and regret, turned his head and looked at Wu Zhengjun, Qin Lingfei and Jian Wuhen who were kneeling beside him, and a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

Then, he immediately mobilized his divine consciousness, which was not inferior to the peak realm of the eighth grade of the supreme, and directly swept across the entire South Region, East Region, and Central Region, and finally found the figures of Chu Zhongyu and others.

"Big Brother, several brothers, Junior Brother Yiming, Junior Sister Yuting, you stay where you are and don't move. Junior Brother, I will immediately arrange for a strong man to come and pick you up and return to the sect."

After using divine consciousness to tell Chu Zhongyu and others to wait where they were, Yu Haoran turned his head and instructed Qingfeng, Yu Siqi and Lu Yuan.

"Brother Qingfeng, please go to a dense forest at the junction of the South Region and the South Wilderness immediately to meet the seven junior brothers."

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Yu, I'll go right away!"

After the divine consciousness merged into the specific location given by Yu Haoran, Qingfeng nodded and soared into the sky, tearing through the void of the mountain range and rushing to the South Wilderness.

"Sister, please go to a valley at the junction of the South Region and the Central Region to meet my junior sister Gongsun Yuting."

"Xiaoran, I'm sorry!"

After comforting, Yu Siqi soared into the sky and also tore through the void of the mountain range to rush to the valley where Gongsun Yuting was.

"Brother Lu, please go to Lanjin City in the Central Region and pick up my eighth senior brother Lin Xuan."

"Got it!"

After nodding, Lu Yuan, who turned into a sword beam, rushed straight to Lanjin City in the Central Region at a speed that was not inferior to tearing through the void.

"Brother Zhengjun, you should arrange for everyone from Baichimen to return to the sect, and then gather all the strength of the sect to practice the mourning hall." After Qingfeng, Yu Siqi and Lu Yuan left, Yu Haoran turned his head and told Wu Zhengjun who was kneeling beside him.

"Brother, I got it!"

After nodding, Wu Zhengjun stood up and went straight to the other courtyard where everyone from Baichimen was temporarily accommodated.

After everything was arranged, Yu Haoran took out a ginseng fruit and a drop of Wanyao Lingru from the storage ring, preparing to extend the time of his mentor Feng Qingyun's last moments, so that they could have more time to say goodbye.

With the strength and means of Qingfeng, Lu Yuan and Yu Siqi, it took less than five minutes to bring all the disciples of Qingyun back to the Prince Consort's residence.

Although Chu Zhongyu and the others were also shocked by the changes in the mountains and the innate spiritual energy in the Prince Consort's Mansion at first, when they saw the master sitting on the ground with his arms around his unconscious mentor, their expressions suddenly changed and they surrounded him.

"Ninth Junior Brother, what happened to Master?" Liu Guangwei, the second senior brother who had the deepest relationship with Feng Qingyun, looked at the pale-faced Master and asked with a trembling voice.

"The foundation is destroyed, life has come to an end, and Master is about to become an immortal!" Yu Haoran shook his head with a sad look.

"Master...!"

After hearing Yu Haoran's reply, the disciples of Qingyun immediately rushed to Feng Qingyun and shouted loudly.

"Senior Brother, everything has been arranged!"

At this time, Wu Zhengjun, who had finished handling the affairs of the sect, returned to the square. After nodding to Chu Zhongyu and the others, he knelt down again beside Yu Haoran and replied.

"Yeah!"

After nodding, Yu Haoran looked up at Chu Zhongyu and the others.

There was no need for Yu Haoran's instructions and reminders. With Wu Zhengjun's demonstration, Chu Zhongyu and others immediately knelt in front of Feng Qingyun.

Put the prepared Wanyao Lingru into Yu Feng Qingyun's mouth, and then use the power of God to send the spiritual milk into his body.

When the rich spiritual power burst out of Wanyao Lingru began to nourish his body and soul, Feng Qingyun gradually woke up from his coma.

"Haoran!" After opening his eyes, Feng Qingyun immediately shouted excitedly when he saw that the person who appeared in his eyes was Yu Haoran, whom he had been looking for.

"Master, don't talk for the time being, eat this ginseng fruit first!"

After signaling Feng Qingyun to temporarily control his excitement, Yu Haoran sent the ginseng fruit to his mouth.

In response, Feng Qingyun smiled and shook his head to refuse.

"Haoran, as a spiritual fruit born from the spiritual roots of the earth, ginseng fruit is the best spiritual fruit to assist in breaking through the realm of martial gods. Giving it to a dying person is a complete waste. You should keep it for yourself!"

"Master, just twenty minutes ago, my disciple successfully survived the divine tribulation and thunder punishment and became an immortal god. Ginseng fruit is no longer useful to me, so you should take it yourself." Yu Haoran, who did not take back the ginseng fruit, tried to suppress his inner sadness and persuaded with a smile.

After hearing that his most respected disciple had become an immortal god in less than five years, Feng Qingyun was extremely shocked, and a trace of relief and satisfaction emerged in his heart.

"Not bad, very good!"

Although Yu Haoran no longer needed ginseng fruit to assist in breaking through the realm of martial gods, there were other disciples in the Qingyun school.

So, Feng Qingyun, who struggled to sit up, glanced at the eleven disciples kneeling beside him, and his eyes finally stopped on Chu Zhongyu.

"Haoran, if you still haven't resolved your resentment, then I will waste this precious ginseng fruit."

"If you have resolved your resentment and no longer hold a grudge against the mistakes of my master and several fellow disciples, then give the ginseng fruit to your senior brother!"

Has Yu Haoran, his most valued disciple, completely eliminated the mistakes they made in a moment of confusion?

Do you still treat the Qingfeng disciples with the same enthusiasm and care as before?

This was what Feng Qingyun was most worried about before he died, so he planned to test whether his disciple had truly let go of his inner resentment by giving him ginseng fruit.

Fortunately, Yu Haoran's next move made him breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he no longer had any regrets in his heart.

"Elder brother, here you go!"

Facing his mentor's temptation, Yu Haoran threw the jade box containing ginseng fruit directly to Chu Zhongyu who was kneeling aside without any hesitation.

"this…!"

Even ordinary people in Tianxuan Continent know the name of ginseng fruit, so how could Chu Zhongyu, as a strong man at the peak of the third level of Martial Saint, not know it!

Therefore, facing such a precious spiritual fruit, he didn't know whether he should accept it with joy or return it to Yu Haoran immediately.

However, Yu Haoran had no intention of paying attention to Chu Zhongyu now. After throwing the jade box containing ginseng fruit to him, he looked at Feng Qingyun and asked.

"Master, how were you caught by the Lord of Buddhism? What kind of torture did you suffer during this period?"