Chapter 94: Misty Pill Saint

"There are some words that I'll only say once, not to negotiate with you, but just to inform you."

Seeing no objections, Ye Chen spoke again. He didn't want to waste time on these ants; it was best if they knew their place.

Leaving these words behind, Ye Chen walked towards the grand hall while Wu Qingxue began gathering spirit medicines.

As Wu Qingxue harvested, Zhang Bufan and other elites' faces turned grim, feeling a deep sense of pain.

Because Wu Qingxue had picked all the sacred-grade spirit medicines and even some top-grade imperial spirit medicines, leaving none behind.

Although there were still half of the spirit medicines left, their value was less than a tenth.

However, they dared not voice any complaints, unless they wanted to court death.

"Boom!"

After Wu Qingxue finished harvesting, Zhang Bufan was the first to release a terrifying aura and dashed towards the medicinal garden.

Since there were no sacred-grade spirit medicines left, he aimed to grab more imperial-grade ones.

"Damn it, Zhang Bufan, stop it!"

Many elites reacted slowly, and in a brief moment, Zhang Bufan seized large areas, angering them to the point where they rushed out and began snatching medicines, eventually even besieging Zhang Bufan.

Dozens of elites soon divided into three factions, fiercely fighting over the spirit medicines.

However, none of this concerned Ye Chen. At this moment, he had arrived outside the grand hall, quietly sensing the array fluctuations enveloping it.

With his perception, Ye Chen's brows furrowed slightly.

"The array fluctuations here give me a sense of profound antiquity. Could it be the legacy of an ancient powerhouse?"

Ye Chen sighed inwardly.

Although he was not an expert in arrays, as a former Pill Emperor, he had deep insights into them. The array fluctuations here gave him a sense of profound mystery, indicating its extraordinary nature.

"The door is not a door, the path is not a path. Qingxue, go and take a look on top of the hall," Ye Chen said to Wu Qingxue after careful sensing.

"Okay."

Wu Qingxue rose into the air and landed on top of the grand hall.

At the pinnacle of the hall, there was a mysterious black mass emitting terrifying waves, shrouding the entire hall.

"Dust, I've found the array eye," Wu Qingxue said to Ye Chen below. That mysterious black mass must be the array eye.

"Be careful when breaking the array," Ye Chen cautioned.

Wu Qingxue solemnly nodded and cautiously approached the black mass. At the same time, she released her cyan soul power, continuously unraveling the array runes.

Her movements were slow, as if it was extremely difficult, and she struggled to approach the black mass.

After just a few breaths, she was drenched in cold sweat, as if her soul power was about to be depleted.

It seemed like an eternity, but Wu Qingxue finally neared the black mass and suddenly reached out to grab it.

"Boom!"

As soon as Wu Qingxue grabbed the array eye, a terrifying aura burst out like a dam breaking, causing Wu Qingxue's expression to change drastically as she frantically retreated.

However, the terrifying waves spread at an astonishing speed. Wu Qingxue quickly slashed out with her sword qi, gradually dissipating the destructive force, but her arm was already a bloody mess.

However, the array fluctuations enveloping the grand hall began to dissipate.

"Dust, this is the array eye." Wu Qingxue extended her bloody hand, revealing a black object in her palm, like dark metal, emitting a terrifying aura.

"This should be a sacred-grade profound weapon, possessing terrifying gravity that can intimidate the surrounding space. You keep it. If you can refine it, it should be able to suppress under Immortal Martial realms," Ye Chen casually remarked as he glanced at it, then turned towards the interior of the grand hall.

Wu Qingxue's heart trembled.

A profound weapon that can suppress under Immortal Martial realms is definitely at the peak of sacred-grade. Even in the core regions of the Canglan Continent, it would be enough to cause a frenzy.

But Ye Chen seemed to regard it as trash, not worthy of his attention.

Inside the grand hall, there was nothing but a seated figure.

No, to be precise, it wasn't a statue but the remains of a cultivator who had entered nirvana.

"This person should be the Misty Pill Saint," Ye Chen said softly.

"It's said that the Misty Pill Saint lived eight hundred years ago and achieved immortality even after death. How is that possible?" Wu Qingxue was surprised.

Even Immortal Martial experts couldn't achieve immortality for hundreds of years after death.

But the Misty Pill Saint remained intact, and his skin even emitted color, as if he were asleep.

"He didn't perish eight hundred years ago but was trapped here, unable to escape, which led to the end of his life," Ye Chen explained.

"Even so, the lifespan of a Pill Saint is considered top-notch at three hundred years. How can he maintain his body for several hundred years?" Wu Qingxue still couldn't understand.

"Because he refined himself," Ye Chen said.

"Refined himself?" Wu Qingxue was puzzled.

"Look at his skin, shining like metal. If I'm not mistaken, he regarded himself as a profound weapon, which allowed his body to remain intact after death," Ye Chen explained.

Wu Qingxue's face changed slightly.

To regard oneself as a profound weapon!

How much courage does that require? Is it just to preserve an immortal body?

"Perhaps he hopes that someone will find this place and discover him, and he, in turn, wants to leave something behind?" Ye Chen examined the remains of the Misty Pill Saint, trying to understand his intentions.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's gaze fell on the palms of the Misty Pill Saint.

The Misty Pill Saint's palms were clasped together and raised in front of him, with faint ripples spreading forward, stopping three meters in front of him.

This discovery made Ye Chen smile.

"So that's how it is," Ye Chen chuckled.

"What did you discover, Dust?" Wu Qingxue asked.

"This Misty Pill Saint wants visitors to kneel and pay homage," Ye Chen pointed out the gesture of the Misty Pill Saint's hands, then gestured towards the empty space three meters away, shaking his head with a smile.

A lower realm Pill Saint had no right to demand kneeling.

Perhaps the Misty Pill Saint didn't expect that the visitor who arrived here would be Ye Wujin, the Emperor of the Immortals. How could he kneel to a lower realm Pill Saint?

Even though the deceased is great, Ye Wujin has never knelt to anyone in his life.

"That makes sense."

Wu Qingxue nodded gently. After Ye Chen's explanation, she also sensed the ripple and understood that the gesture was indeed a request for homage.

To Ye Chen, it might be laughable, but to Wu Qingxue, it seemed acceptable.

After all, the deceased is great, and the visitors who come here are almost all seeking inheritance. Wanting to receive inheritance implies having a master-disciple relationship, so kneeling in homage is not excessive.

"Dust, why don't I do it?" Wu Qing

xue suggested.

Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Remember, you are my martial attendant. Not to mention a mere Pill Saint, even a Pill Emperor doesn't require you to kneel."

Pill Emperor?

Wu Qingxue was clueless about this realm.

Ye Chen didn't explain but looked at the Misty Pill Saint and said, "The person you're waiting for is not what you wished for. Let me see what you want to leave behind."

With these words, Ye Chen gently pointed, directly breaking the runes between the Misty Pill Saint's palms.

In an instant, the body became even more translucent, radiating a dazzling light.

At the same time, the Misty Pill Saint's remains began to rotate, clearing a space below him.

In the space beneath him lay an ancient book, seemingly the legacy of his lifelong learning.

Next to the ancient book, there was a line of small words.

As Ye Chen looked at the line of small words, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Wu Qingxue's face changed, unable to help but exclaim.