Nine Turns Sword God

Everyone was shocked!

"Eldest brother, has this come to this?"

Bai Yue said with an unbearable look on his face: "The Xueyun Palace has been able to survive until now, thanks to the great contribution of senior brother Yun Mengxun."

"He paid too much for the academy, if he died like this..."

She clenched her fists, her body shaking with rage.

Yun Changge also put away his smile and said solemnly: "If senior brother can't survive this debt, I will get it back for him!"

"Do you have this strength?"

Ning Wuyi still had that cold expression: "The three great geniuses of the Holy Palace are now at the ninth level of the Holy King Realm, second only to Ye Wujie."

"Don't think that if you are lucky enough to break through to the ninth level of the Holy King Realm, you can avenge your senior brother, or you may lose your life."

Yun Changge was speechless: "No wonder you have no friends. I only care about senior brother, so you only hit me!"

"I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Seeing the two bickering, Chu Shaoyang smiled.

"It finally looks like a school."

He looked at Ning Wuyi and asked, "How is senior brother's injury?"

Ning Wuyi glanced at him and said unconcernedly: "All seven souls are broken, and death is inevitable."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

The seven souls are completely shattered, and they are infinitely close to being exterminated!

If not for the support of a ray of obsession, Yun Mengxun would have died long ago. How could he survive until now?

Moreover, if you insist on persisting until now, how much pain you will endure!

"Maybe I can save him."

Chu Shaoyang suddenly spoke, and everyone was shocked.

Even Ning Wuyi, who had always been indifferent, had a look of surprise on his face.

"What can you do to save me?"

Chu Shaoyang said solemnly: "Among the alchemy scriptures I have mastered, there is a holy-level fourth-grade elixir, Soul-Returning Pill, which can cure soul trauma."

"As long as we refine the top-quality medicine, we can't cure Senior Brother at once, but we can save his life."

For him, with the Holy King's Alchemy Sutra in his body, as long as he can save his life, recovery is only a matter of time.

Ning Wuyi narrowed her eyes slightly: "What level of alchemist are you?"

Chu Shaoyang replied: "Second level saint level."

"What?"

Yun Changge was speechless: "Listening to your tone, I thought you were a fourth-level saint!"

"Elder brother can support you for up to half a year. No matter how talented you are, you will not be able to reach the fourth level of the holy level in half a year."

He changed his mind and said in a deep voice: "Since you have the elixir recipe, I will go find a fourth-grade holy alchemist."

"No matter how much it costs, I will cure Senior Brother!"

Chu Shaoyang shook his head: "Only I can refine this elixir."

Everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"The soul-returning pill is made by taking a ray of soul of a soul warrior above the three seals and combining it with seven kinds of holy medicine."

"Not only do you need someone who can make alchemy, but you also need to be able to practice soul elixirs, and you also need powerful spiritual flames from heaven and earth."

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The sounds of gasps sounded one after another.

"The conditions are so harsh!"

Yun Changge frowned and said, "Even if you are a fellow practitioner, you may not be able to do it in time."

"Elder brother has the grace to save our lives. No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely save him!"

After Ning Wuyi was silent for a moment, she suddenly said: "I have one more thing to do when I come back today."

"Shaoyang, I will organize a banquet for you to celebrate your winning the first place among newcomers."

Celebration party?

Chu Shaoyang was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time that someone had organized a celebration banquet for him.

"By the way, isn't it your twentieth birthday in three days?"

"We just happened to do it together."

Zhuge Tingxue looked at him with a smile.

The birthday thing was just mentioned casually by Chu Shaoyang when the two were practicing swordplay, but he didn't expect that she remembered it so clearly.

"Then let's do it together."

Ning Wuyi left after saying this, acting vigorously and resolutely, giving people a feeling of being rejected thousands of miles away.

"That's just her."

Yun Changge had long been used to it and said with a smile: "The name Wuyi was given by the palace master."

"She is an orphan. She has been alone and helpless since she was a child. She only knew that her father's surname was Ning, so she named her Ning Wuyi."

"Although she looks cold and ruthless, she is actually very good at taking care of others. She was the one who brought up the matter of the celebration banquet."

Several people nodded suddenly.

Xueyun Palace has gathered a group of guys with stories.

Chu Shaoyang smiled and returned to Xueyun Palace with everyone.

As soon as he returned to his room, he sat down cross-legged and read the Holy King's Alchemy Sutra.

Although the holy medicine needed to refine the soul-returning pill is rare, he has a close relationship with Wenyue Auction House, so it is not difficult to get it together.

The difficulty lies in the fact that a fourth-grade holy-level alchemist has to take a ray of soul and blend it into the elixir when refining it.

That kind of pain is something that only a few people can endure!

Chu Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "Elder brother's strength may be equal to that of the palace master."

"If he can be cured, coupled with Wuya Sword Lord and the power of the sword pavilion, he may not be the opponent of Taichu Holy Palace."

This time he went to the Taichu Holy Palace, and the distance between him and his mother was infinitely closer.

He becomes more and more eager to improve his strength and rescue his mother!

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of empty rings fell on the bed.

Chu Shaoyang rummaged through them one by one and found two refining materials for soul-returning pills.

When Zhang Zhongming opened his empty ring, he discovered something.

It is about the size of a thumb, green and transparent, like jade.

"The seeds of the Spirit King Tree?"

Chu Shaoyang looked happy: "No wonder I haven't found it after searching for so long. It turns out it's on you!"

Spirit King Tree Seeds can be grown into Spirit King Trees by cultivating them with holy medicine.

There are three seeds in total, one for Jiange and one for Xueyun Palace.

The rest can be blended into the soul-returning pill to greatly enhance the potency!

After that, he found Jin Zhe to find the holy medicine needed to refine the soul-returning pill.

For three whole days, Chu Shaoyang locked himself in his room and concentrated on refining elixirs.

As everyone knows, the city has already exploded.

"What? Xueyun Palace sent an invitation to Taichu Holy Palace, inviting them to attend Chu Shaoyang's celebration banquet?"

"How dare they?"

All the warriors are discussing this matter.

“It’s a miracle that a lonely school like Xueyun Palace can sustain itself until now.”

"I was lucky enough to win the first place as a newcomer, and yet I dare to challenge Taichu Holy Palace. Isn't this waiting to be slapped in the face?"

Within the Taichu Holy Palace, the news had already spread.

In Cabinet Square, three geniuses gathered together.

"Wen Tao, did you receive the invitation?"

The young man in blue came over, shook the invitation in his hand, and snorted: "Xueyun Palace is really a grand event!"

"If this new generation weren't all trash, how could they be so arrogant?"

Liao Wentao didn't take it seriously: "It's just a celebration, but it's just a villain's success."

"A useless school that has been lonely for many years, so what if it wins the competition?"

"Is Xueyun Palace worthy of being compared with Taichu Holy Palace?"

The young man in blue sneered and said, "If they hadn't sent us the invitation, we would have taken the initiative to cause trouble, and we would have been criticized."

"It's just that the trash from Xueyun Palace is too arrogant. If they dare to invite us over, they will ruin this celebration banquet!"

The two were chatting passionately, but the young man in black remained silent.

"Qitian, why don't you speak?"

The young man in blue asked doubtfully: "Aren't you most concerned about the reputation of the Holy Palace? Why aren't you angry that those losers in Xueyun Palace are so arrogant?"

Qi Tian said calmly: "They are just a few trash. No matter how loud they clamor, they are still trash after all."

"However, I seem to have heard Master mention that the two from Xueyun Palace are back."