Chapter 99: Doctors Are Like Parents

The previous battle with Dong Shuye made him feel powerless. Facing the crushing of high-level cultivators, it is difficult for low-level cultivators to survive.

But if he had a defensive spiritual weapon at that time, he might not be so miserable. The defensive spiritual pattern is good, but it consumes too much spiritual power.

This small bell spiritual weapon is undoubtedly a good defensive spiritual weapon, so Lu Ye wants to take it for himself, but after he got this small bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, this thing is difficult to accept external spiritual power. When Lu Ye activated the spiritual power into it, it was obviously rejected by some force.

That feeling is the same as opening a storage bag that does not belong to him.

So Lu Ye guessed whether this thing also has a restriction lock.

He did not dare to continue to try blindly, because when he was in Qingyun Mountain before, he tried to open a storage bag, but the restriction in it was triggered, and the storage bag was directly destroyed.

It is not a pity for a low-level cultivator's storage bag to be destroyed, but it would be a big loss if this small bell spiritual weapon was destroyed.

The old monk looked at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out to take the small bell spiritual weapon, examined it briefly, and handed it back.

Lu Ye looked at him in confusion.

The old monk took a sip from the teapot beside him, and then said slowly: "Young friend, are you a casual cultivator?"

How did you know this?

Following his words, he continued: "Yes."

The old monk nodded: "It's not easy to be a casual cultivator. Well, since you are quite straightforward, I will teach you a good one." He pointed to the small bell spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand, "Spiritual weapons are different from storage bags. Every restriction in a spiritual weapon is extremely important. This is related to the quality of the spiritual weapon. Therefore, under normal circumstances, there will be no restrictions in spiritual weapons that cause self-destruction, because that will reduce the power of the spiritual weapon itself, especially when the quality of the spiritual weapon is not high. Although your spiritual weapon has not yet entered the middle grade, it is also a top spiritual weapon among the lower grades. The restrictions in it are basically protective in nature. So, you understand."

Lu Ye carefully experienced his , vaguely reacted: "Sir, what you mean is that this spiritual weapon has no forbidden lock?"

The old monk laughed: "The so-called forbidden lock is just a name. The forbidden lock itself is an invisible lock. It's just that some forbidden locks will cause some unpredictable consequences if they are not unlocked with clever methods, such as breaking, self-immolation, etc., but most forbidden locks do not have this characteristic. For example, this spiritual weapon in your hand, you only need to slowly immerse those forbidden locks with your own spiritual power, warm them, and naturally make it as easy as an arm. You can't use it now because this spiritual weapon has traces left by the previous owner."

Lu Ye was stunned, and then he realized that he was wrong.

After he got this small bell spiritual weapon, he gave up after just a brief try, mainly because he was afraid of repeating the same mistake, but now it seems that he gave up too early.

This spiritual weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Nine Star Sect. The young master nurtured it with his own spiritual power. The various restrictions inside left traces of him, so Lu Ye naturally couldn't activate it.

But if he erased those traces and nourished it with his own spiritual power, he could make it his own.

If the restrictions inside the spiritual weapon are compared to a lock, then the spiritual power of the cultivator is the key. The young master of the Nine Star Sect died and the key was lost. Lu Ye had to use his own spiritual power to make a new key for the spiritual weapon.

Suddenly enlightened...

"Thank you, sir." Lu Ye stood up and thanked him.

The old cultivator just waved his hand and took up the tea and drank it slowly.

After leaving the Tianji Business Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage bag and checked it. He found more than 30 soul-enhancing pills, more than 20 spirit stones, and several bottles of pills that Lu Ye couldn't recognize. There were also some messy things, such as women's clothes...

Those clothes were extremely thin and cool, and the materials were very economical. Lu Ye could only sigh that this young master really knew how to play.

The things he got were not much, but it was not a loss.

Now he has more than 350 soul-enriching pills on him, but unfortunately only the last six largest pieces of Yuanci ore are left. Lu Ye can't help feeling a little melancholy. He thought that these Yuanci ores would be enough for him to cultivate to the ninth level of Lingxi. Now it seems that he really thought too much.

He walked through several messy streets and came to a corner of the market.

The screams immediately reached his ears. Lu Ye looked over and saw a simple tent built over there. There were several beds in the tent. On one of the beds, the burly Kong Niu was holding down a struggling male cultivator. Hua Ci was wearing a headscarf on her head and was slapping the male cultivator's abdomen with both hands at a dazzling speed. Every time he slapped, the man screamed, and occasionally a stream of blood would fly out from the wound on his abdomen. The blood was not the normal deep red, but a little black.

It looks like this guy is poisoned...

This is Hua Ci's designated treatment center in Liusufang. Many seriously injured Haotian League cultivators come to her for treatment. Today's business is obviously good, because there are several disabled people lying on the bed waiting for treatment. They look miserable and no one knows what they have experienced.

Every time the male cultivator being treated screams, he will shout: "Mother..."

Hua Ci's medical skills are undoubtedly superb, but it is undeniable that this woman's treatment methods are really rough. Lu Ye confirmed again that she is the kind of woman who says the most gentle words and uses the most vicious hands.

And listening to the male cultivator's scream, Lu Ye couldn't help but think of Hua Ci's previous joke about medical cultivators. It seems that she is not talking nonsense. Someone really called her mother.

"I told you not to move, don't move!" Kong Niu pressed the guy hard to prevent him from breaking free.

The male cultivator cried with tears and runny nose, and shouted: "Kill me, kill me!" The scream was so horrifying that uninformed people might think that something inhumane was being done here. torture.

After a while, Hua Ci stopped her hand. She caught sight of Lu Ye, who was standing aside watching the excitement, and said politely: "That one over there, come and help."

Lu Ye pointed at himself.

"Yes, it's you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood on his hand with a piece of cotton cloth.

Lu Ye stepped forward helplessly. Hua Ci picked up a bowl of green concoction and gestured to the side: "Feed him."

Lu Ye took the concoction, and many bad memories immediately came to mind. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and walked step by step towards the monk who was being treated.

Kong Niu was still pressing down on the male cultivator at this moment. The other cultivator saw Lu Ye walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely bad and struggled even more fiercely: "Let me go, let me go!"

Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the man, smiling harmlessly: "Brother, it's time to take medicine..."

"I don't want it!" The male cultivator's sense of crisis became stronger and his head shook from side to side.

Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, and Kong Niu immediately pinched the man's mouth. Lu Ye picked up the big bowl and poured it into it.

"I...uh lulu...want to lulu..."