Chapter 4259 He Deserves to Die!

"People are coming."

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed and he stood up.

Yu Bingqing also quickly followed, took Ling Feng's arm, and whispered, "I'll go with you."

"It's a small matter, I'll be right back."

Ling Feng raised his hand and pinched Yu Bingqing's nose, and said warmly: "Be good, wait for me at home."

Yu Bingqing's pretty face blushed slightly, she gave Ling Feng an angry look, and finally nodded slightly and said "hmm" as thin as a mosquito.

Not long after, Ling Feng walked to the gate of Bieyuan and saw a group of guards lined up in front of the gate.

There is also a dragon cart pulled by a three-headed earth dragon parked at the door, showing its luxurious style.

Seeing Ling Feng coming out, a burly guard quickly stepped forward and gave a very standard military salute to Ling Feng. He made a fist with his right hand, slapped it hard on his left shoulder, and then bowed to Ling Feng and shouted loudly. Said: "Senior Ziyan, please come this way!"

The status of an alchemist is already lofty, not to mention that Ling Feng is now a distinguished guest invited by Wan Xiner.

"Um."

Ling Feng nodded towards the captain of the guard, and then strode towards the dragon carriage.

…

About half an hour later.

Ling Feng finally arrived at Wan Jun's mansion.

As the holy son of the Thunder Clan, Wan Jun's residence is located directly within the imperial city.

This also means that Ling Feng is one step closer to the Thunder Clan's treasure house.

At least, he could easily pass the outermost imperial city defenders and the enchantment formation covering the entire imperial city.

Finally, the dragon chariot stopped in front of the Holy Son's residence.

The captain of the guard walked quickly and respectfully to the front of the dragon carriage, opened the door curtain for Ling Feng, and said respectfully: "Senior Ziyan, we are here!"

Soon, Ling Feng entered the Holy Son's residence under the leadership of the captain of the guard.

In the large courtyard in front of a dormitory, many gray-haired old men have gathered at this moment.

These old men, more or less, exude a faint fragrance.

This is a unique elixir fragrance accumulated on the body after years of refining elixirs.

Obviously, the old men gathered in the courtyard were all alchemists invited by Wan Xiner to treat Wan Jun.

That little girl didn't completely trust herself after all.

But this is normal. Inviting one more high-level alchemist will give Wan Jun more hope for his injuries.

"Senior Ziyan, please wait here for a moment."

The captain of the guard explained to Ling Feng: "His Royal Highness the Saint will not come out until everyone has arrived."

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Feng waved his hand and smiled, because he was undoubtedly a new face in Lei Xiao Holy City, and no one knew him.

Therefore, no one came up to greet him or exchange pleasantries.

Ling Feng was also happy and at ease. He stood in a corner, closed his eyes and rested, listening to the other alchemists talking about business with each other, feeling secretly amused in his heart.

About half an hour passed, and finally, nearly twenty alchemy masters gathered in the courtyard, and the saint Wan Xin'er finally appeared in front of everyone.

"I've met Her Majesty the Saint!"

Seeing Wan Xiner coming out, the alchemists quickly saluted Wan Xiner.

The status of a saint from the Thunder Clan is extraordinary.

What's more, Wan Xiner is the most loved by the elders of the Thunder Clan.

Of course, this is more because Wan Xiner is the granddaughter of Qingwei's ancestor.

As for Ancestor Qingwei, although his own cultivation level is not high, he has trained countless powerful Immortal Emperors for the Thunder Clan.

Without exception, these people later became the mainstay of the Thunder Clan, and of course they doted on the granddaughter of Qingwei's ancestor.

"Seniors, I'd like to thank you for making a trip in person."

Wan Xiner's eyes swept over the alchemists, and when she saw Ling Feng, she nodded slightly towards him.

Although Wan Xiner still had some doubts about this "Master Ziyan" who came to her door.

But it gave her a feeling that this person was indeed very powerful.

The most important thing now is to heal Wan Jun's internal injuries. Otherwise, if it affects his own foundation, it will be even more uncomfortable than death for a proud man like Wan Jun.

"Your Highness the Saint is serious. It is my honor to be able to serve Her Highness the Saint!"

"I wonder what elixir Her Majesty wants to refine, I will do my best!"

For a time, the alchemists all began to compete for flattery, without any sense of character as a master.

There were also a few people with some character standing at the back like Ling Feng.

As the saying goes, people with real abilities don't need to flatter anyone at all.

"Seniors, don't worry."

Wan Xiner raised her hand slightly to signal everyone to calm down, and then she said, "Please come with me, everyone!"

Under the leadership of Wan Xiner, the group came to another house.

Finally, it stopped outside a wing.

The maid opened the way in front and opened the door carefully. Only then did everyone finally see the patient who needed treatment this time.

That is His Highness the Holy Son Wanjun.

At this moment, Wan Jun was lying on a cold jade bed. The cold jade exuded a dense cold air, covering half of Wan Jun's body.

Under the nourishment of this cold air, it can indeed effectively delay the onset of Wan Jun's internal injuries.

However, this is only a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution.

Then, with the help of two maids, Wan Jun slowly sat up and sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed.

At this moment, Wan Jun's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his aura was extremely exhausted. He was nowhere near as high-spirited as when he was commanding operations on the battlefield.

Speaking of which, Wan Jun can be regarded as an eternal monster among the Thunder Clan who only encounters them once in ten thousand years.

It's a pity that today's foreign battlefields are no longer the home of monsters.

As more and more Shattered Immortals were broken, even the masters of the major forces came to an end.

Wan Jun's talent seemed a bit underwhelming in front of these peak experts.

In addition, he knew that Emperor Yi Ting actually suffered serious injuries in the battle at Luan Lin Death Ze.

He also wants to break through the Broken Level as soon as possible and contribute to the Thunder Clan.

Unfortunately, the more eager for success and over-borrowing the power of the elixir, the more it caused backlash.

If he hadn't been discovered early by the Dark Sect's Elder Ming He and took action in time, even if Wan Jun didn't die, he would probably have lost half of his life.

"Why……"

Ling Feng sighed secretly in his heart. Although he knew that the other party was his enemy, seeing Wan Jun's appearance, Ling Feng still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

After going through so many things, Ling Feng and Wan Jun can be considered to be in sympathy with each other.

What's more, it was Wan Jun who came forward to release Yu Bingqing back to Wangshu Fortress.

Otherwise, how could he be reunited with Yu Bingqing so easily after returning from the Demon Realm.

Based on this alone, Ling Feng would do his best to save Wan Jun, even if it wasn't for stealing the Heavenly Dao Cast Stone.

Keeping grudges clear is what Ling Feng has always practiced.

"Seniors..."

Wan Jun's breath was very weak, and he could barely support his tired body to sit up, almost using up all his strength.

His situation is actually more serious than what Wan Xiner described before.

Wan Xiner hurriedly stepped forward and said with a distressed look on her face: "Brother Wanjun, let me speak."

Wan Jun smiled bitterly and nodded. He never thought that one day he would be so weak that he would have to let others do it for him when speaking.

Wan Xiner gritted her silver teeth, turned to look at the alchemists, and said loudly: "Seniors, you have all seen the condition of Brother Wanjun. Anyone who can cure Brother Wanjun will be rewarded! "

For a moment, all the alchemists' eyes lit up.

As a high-level alchemist, he is not short of money.

But some scarce materials are hard to find.

With the Thunder Clan's heritage, any natural or earthly treasure is readily available.

This is a unique opportunity.

And Ling Feng was also happy.

If what Wan Xiner said was true, then he could ask Wan Xiner for the Heavenly Stone.

In this way, there is no need to risk sneaking into the treasure house to steal treasures.

"Let me try it!"

As soon as Wan Xiner finished speaking, a short, slightly fat alchemist stepped forward quickly and said, "I, Wang Zhenyi!"

"Senior, please!"

Wan Xiner nodded to him, and Wang Zhenyi quickly walked to Wanjun's bedside, stretched out his hand to grab Wanjun's veins, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "It's just a mere obsession, wait for me to refine it." Some Tianyuan Soul-fixing Pills can completely restore your vitality in up to ten or eight years!"

"too slow!"

Wan Jun shook his head, "Can it be faster?"

"Is this too slow?"

Master Wang Zhenyi quickly changed his words and said: "Then take the True Pill of Fire Soul! You will be able to recover in three to five years!"

"Still slow!"

Wan Jun continued to shake his head. In three to five years, the current situation on the battlefield outside the territory has been unknown. In three to five years, I don’t know what the situation will be like.

He wasted three years and couldn't make any progress. This was a setback for him!

"Substitute someone else."

Wan Xiner sighed, this Wang Zhenyi was of some skill, and his elixir level was also very limited.

The other alchemists looked at each other in confusion. Wang Zhenyi was relatively powerful among them.

Unexpectedly, he was eliminated directly.

Then, eight or nine alchemists tried one after another, and the results were similar to Wang Zhenyi's.

Wan Jun went crazy while practicing. It would be good if his life could be guaranteed. Wanting to recover quickly is simply a fool's errand.

One after another, the alchemy masters sighed and retreated. This overwhelming wealth has nothing to do with them.

Finally, an old man in black robe walked up to Wan Jun.

After a simple pulse diagnosis, the old man in black robe slowly raised a finger.

"One year?"

Wan Jun's eyes lit up slightly. If it took a year, he could barely accept it.

"No, a month."

The old man in black robe said calmly: "If you follow the prescription prepared by me, you can be guaranteed to be cured in one month!"

"What?"

For a moment, the alchemists in the courtyard all widened their eyes.

"A month? Is that old guy crazy?"

"Who is that old guy? I've never seen him before!"

Even Ling Feng was a little surprised. In Wan Jun's situation, even if he took action, a month would be the minimum.

Isn't this old man's medical skills inferior to his?

"Senior, do you really mean what you say?"

Wan Xiner looked at the old man in black robe with excitement.

In one month, this is something that none of the royal alchemists of the Thunder Clan can do!

The old man in black robe nodded slightly and said calmly: "Your Highness the Saint, do you think I am joking?"

Wan Xiner stared at the old man in black robe, and immediately took out a list of names from her sleeve. After looking at it carefully for a long time, she said, "Senior, is the Alchemist Wu Lingzun?"

"good!"

The old man in black robe nodded, but did not deny it.

For a moment, the alchemists outside subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

What Dan Zun? This old guy is just a Poison Zun!

In order to refine the elixir, not only are his methods cruel, but he also uses extraordinary methods.

He is full of poison, and he is so cruel that he has transformed himself into the most poisonous thing in the world.

No wonder this guy is wearing a black robe and a mask on his face.

Even so, there is still a faint stench.

This guy is already a guy who is neither human nor ghost!

Wan Xiner stared at Wu Ling Dan Zun and pondered for a moment. No matter how bad Wu Ling Dan Zun's reputation is, he is capable after all.

"If you can really help Brother Wanjun recover within a month, no matter what natural treasures my Thunder Clan has, I will definitely offer them!"

"Very good!"

Wu Lingdanzun laughed strangely, "Her Highness the Saint has a special physique. I don't want anything else. I just want to use Her Highness the Saint's Yuan Yin blood to make pills. There shouldn't be any problem, right? Hehehe..."

"You!"

Wan Xiner's face suddenly changed drastically. She was ashamed and angry. She stared at Wu Lingdanzun fiercely, "What did you say?"

The so-called Yuan Yin blood, in other words, is actually the virgin blood when the virginity is broken.

This old guy is simply a pervert!

"Her Highness the Saint is unwilling, and I won't force it."

He slowly took out a jade box from his arms and said lightly: "As long as Wanjun Shengzi takes the pills in this box, he will recover within a month. But if the Saint is unwilling, forget it."

Wanjun stared at Wu Lingdanzun. Even though he was weak, he still spit out a word fiercely, "Get out!"

Even if he died, he would never let Wan Xiner be humiliated for him.

If he was not powerless to attack now, he could have killed Wu Ling Dan Zun with just these words.

Ling Feng was relieved. If Wu Ling Dan Zun really attacked, wouldn't his plan be ruined?

At this moment, Ling Feng's figure flashed and flew forward, "Isn't it just one month? I can do it without your shitty pills!"

"With you?"

Wu Ling Dan Zun stared at Ling Feng, "Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense here?"

Ling Feng raised his hand lightly, and a sword energy burst out from his finger sword, and then the jade box in Wu Ling Dan Zun's hand was directly split into two halves.

With a "click", the jade box shattered, and the pill inside was also split into two.

There was a "hissing" sound, and there was actually a Gu worm hidden in the center of the pill.

The Gu worm was exposed to the sun and turned into a black eye. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

"Using Gu instead of pills, no wonder he dared to say that he would recover in a month. To put it bluntly, it was just transferring the injury to the body of the Gu worm. But after the Gu worm enters the host's body, it will also eat away the host's vitality. Is this a pill or a poison?"

"You are looking for death!"

Wu Lingdanzun's pill was destroyed, and he was furious. He roared and was about to attack Ling Feng.

However, Ling Feng stood there, motionless.

A sword light came from behind.

Then, a purple shadow flashed by.

Before Wu Lingdanzun's fist landed on Lingfeng's face, his body was split in two.

It turned out that there were shadow guards guarding Wanjun.

Although the twelve Class A shadow guards had been wiped out, there were still Class B, Class C...

Any one of these shadow guards could instantly kill someone like Wu Lingdanzun.

To put it bluntly, the value of an alchemist lies in his pills.

Since someone can replace him, he is naturally worthless.

"You..."

The two halves of Wu Ling Dan Zun's body twitched a few more times on the ground, and then there was a burst of "crackling" explosions.

The source of thunder had completely destroyed it, and its body was completely annihilated.

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders. This kind of scum deserved to die.

He turned and looked at Wan Jun, and said slowly: "According to my recipe, within a month, His Royal Highness the Holy Son will be able to recover. The others can go." (End of this chapter)