Chapter 397

Chapter 397: The spirit root doesn't need anesthesia!

"Woo woo woo!!"

The effect of the drug took effect very quickly. Almost in an instant, Ye Chen's whole body became limp and he lost his strength.

His body was as soft as cotton. He couldn't mobilize any spiritual energy. Even a simple action like pinching five fingers was difficult to achieve.

His eyes narrowed and he fainted completely.

This development really made Chen Mu laugh.

Although he felt that there was something wrong with the Tianyun League early on, he didn't expect that they would actually knock Ye Chen unconscious.

If Ye Chen was a woman, Chen Mu could still think that they wanted to sell Ye Chen to a brothel for money.

But Ye Chen was a man, and he had a broken arm.

Chen Mu was puzzled. Why would the so-called Tianyun League target him?

What was the intention?

Fortunately, Chen Mu didn't think that this was a chance for the protagonist.

After all, Ye Chen's identity as the son of destiny had long been deprived by himself.

After losing his master and the Su family, Ye Chen no longer had the possibility of turning danger into safety.

The leader of the bandit camp was a beautiful woman who fell in love with Ye Chen at first sight and wanted to force him to marry her and become the "wife" of the leader of the camp?

Then use this identity to change his fate?

It was also impossible. Ye Chen's face was at most good-looking, and he lost an arm and was a cripple.

Now he was infected with syphilis. Not to mention the leader of the bandit camp, ordinary women also looked down on him.

Chen Mu looked down patiently.

At this moment, he was sitting on the boat with Chen Juexin, drinking and admiring flowers.

Not long after.

Ye Chen was taken into a basement with various bright red talismans carved on the walls.

Chen Mu recognized at a glance that the purpose of those talismans was to gather spiritual energy.

'Could it be that the cult wanted to use living people to refine puppets? '

Chen Mu made reasonable guesses.

Ye Chen was tied up on a stone bed.

Then, an old man opened the door curtain and walked out.

"Old Yan, this time we brought a very good stuff, please take a look." The man who was responsible for coaxing Ye Chen into the trap just now walked up to Yan Wei and said.

Yan Wei did not respond in a hurry. He walked to the stone bed, put his palm on Ye Chen's abdomen, and injected spiritual energy.

The result was soon obtained, and his eyes lit up, "Earth-level lower-grade fire spiritual root, not bad! It's really good!"

"But this cultivation is too low, such a good talent is wasted."

Yan Wei retracted his hand, took out a heavy cloth bag from the space ring, and threw it to the man.

The man opened the cloth bag, which was full of a bag of medium-grade spiritual stones.

After tightening the cloth bag again and putting it in his pocket, the man bowed and said, "Then we brothers will not disturb you, Old Yan, and continue to look for the next prey."

"Well, go." Yan Wei waved his hand.

"Spiritual root..." For some reason, Chen Mu suddenly felt that the sense of déjà vu began to become stronger.

Immediately, Yan Wei took out a shiny short blade from the space ring.

Put it aside first and soak it in spiritual liquid.

Then use scissors to cut Ye Chen's clothes in the middle.

Revealing the chest and abdomen with not very obvious muscle lines.

Yan Wei held the knife in one hand and applied the spiritual liquid to Ye Chen's dantian with the other hand.

Just as he was about to cut, the effect of the medicine passed and Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" He couldn't see Yan Wei's face clearly, the firelight was dazzling.

"Did the effect of the medicine pass so quickly? It seems that you have a good physique and a good spiritual root." Yan Wei nodded with satisfaction.

'Good spiritual root? '

His sight slowly focused and saw the knife in Yan Wei's hand. He subconsciously raised his head and wanted to sit up, but his neck was tightly strangled by the hemp rope.

After barely raising his eyes a little and seeing his shirt cut open.

Ye Chen instantly woke up and said nervously: "Where is this place? What do you want to do!"

He tried his best to mobilize the spiritual energy and break free.

"Don't waste your energy. I have sealed your sea of ​​qi. These hemp ropes are all soaked in fragrant oil. Not to mention you, even a strong man can't break free." Yan Wei said calmly.

"What do you want to do to me!" The more Yan Wei said so, and the more scared Ye Chen was in a strange space.

"Have you heard of artificial spiritual roots?" Yan Wei suddenly asked.

"Artificial spiritual roots?"

Ye Chen had indeed heard of it, but ordinary people had no chance to touch that kind of thing.

Only wealthy families and royal nobles were qualified to replace high-level artificial spiritual roots.

"In fact, there are no artificial spiritual roots in this world. Those spiritual roots are actually dug out from the bodies of cultivators." Yan Wei did not intend to hide it from a dying person.

He liked to see these people's desperate performance.

"You, you want to cut my spiritual roots!" Ye Chen panicked, completely panicked.

If there were no spiritual roots, wouldn't he become a waste ridiculed by thousands of people?

Moreover, after the spiritual roots were dug out, the probability of survival was very small.

Ye Chen also didn't think that after his spiritual roots were dug out by Yan Wei, he would care about his life and death and send him to the clinic for treatment.

"Why do you think I would spend so much money to buy you?" Yan Wei sneered.

"No! You can't do this, please, as long as you don't cut my spiritual roots, I am willing to agree to anything you want!"

Seeing Yan Wei ignore him, Ye Chen continued: "I am a disciple of Qingteng Academy. If the dean knows about your evil deeds, he will definitely not let you go!"

Choose to move out of Qingteng Academy as a backer.

"Qingteng Academy? Haha, if you are really a disciple of Qingteng Academy, why are you dressed so tattered?" Yan Wei didn't believe it.

"That's because I was attacked by someone before, and my robe was torn and covered in blood, so I changed it temporarily. If you don't believe me, you can go to Qingteng Academy to confirm my identity." Seeing that it worked, Ye Chen struck while the iron was hot.

"There's no need for that. Even if you are really a disciple of Qingteng Academy, it doesn't matter to me."

"It's better to say that with the signboard of Qingteng Academy disciples, you can sell it for a better price."

"..." In Ye Chen's view, Yan Wei's smile was no different from that of a devil, and his heart was dead.

"You, you scum! If you dig my spiritual roots, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" Ye Chen shouted.

"Scream, it doesn't matter, I set up a barrier here, no matter how loud you scream, no one will hinder us." As he said that, Yan Wei cut open Ye Chen's stomach with a knife.

Then, he wrapped his palm with spiritual energy, reached in, and grabbed the lower-grade earth-level fire spiritual root.

He exerted force suddenly and pulled it out.

"Ah!!"

This pain is like forcibly peeling off a layer of skin for Ye Chen.

It hurts so much!

Yan Wei has long been accustomed to nourishing the spiritual roots with spiritual energy to ensure that the spiritual roots will not wither after leaving the body.

Afterwards, put it in a jar filled with spiritual liquid to keep it fresh.

"The quality is good, it can definitely sell for a good price." Yan Wei smiled with satisfaction.

It just so happens that the fire spiritual root is very popular in the artificial spiritual root market. It is often in a situation where there is no price in the market, and it is hard to find one.

Just when Yan Wei was about to end everything and throw away Ye Chen's body, which should have been cold.

Turning around, he was surprised to find that he was not dead.

More importantly, there was still spiritual energy flowing in his body!

"Could it be?!"

Yan Wei was overjoyed.

"..."After Ye Chen met his eyes, his heart was chilled.