Chapter 143: Refining

The Dan Saint Palace!

A man in a green robe stood outside a towering palace.

With his hands behind his back and a calm expression, his eyes were as calm as ancient wells, without a ripple. However, the warriors standing around him all bowed their heads, afraid to meet his gaze.

Especially the few people kneeling in front of him trembled with fear.

Murong Fu.

The father of Murong Yi, a pinnacle warrior at the Holy Martial Realm, ranked twenty-eighth on the Imperial Ranking. As the palace master, Murong Fu was the leader of the entire Dan Saint Palace.

"Ye Wujin!"

After a long time, Murong Fu spat out three words, each sharp and cold.

In the next moment, he reached out his hand, and endless qi blades appeared out of thin air, directly killing the people in front of him. The warriors exploded, their bodies torn apart, not even able to utter a scream before they dissipated into nothingness.

As if they had never existed.

This scene made the surrounding warriors tremble with fear even more.

The death of Murong Yi, the young master, could not be guaranteed by anyone, and no one knew what Murong Fu would do.

"I never thought the rumors about the Third Jin You were true. Ye Wujin, this person really exists, and he even killed his way into the Black Abyss, killing my brothers and slaughtering my sons. This enmity, I will never forget."

Murong Fu's expression gradually darkened, becoming extremely terrifying.

"The Wan Dao Sword Sect actually turned a blind eye. It seems they still want to resist. Spread the word: all the warriors of the Dan Saint Palace must return within a month, and send someone to inform the Wan Dao Sword Sect to give an explanation."

Murong Fu said in a deep voice, then returned to the main hall.

The pain of losing his son did not make him lose his mind and rush to the Wan Dao Sword Sect.

He knew that Mo Wenjian's blood poison had not erupted yet. If the other party fought to the death, it would also bring a huge impact to the Dan Saint Palace, so he endured it.

A month later, he would make the Wan Dao Sword Sect, as well as Ye Wujin, pay the price.

And in his view, the Wan Dao Sword Sect was the most important. As for Ye Wujin, a person who had not reached the Holy Martial Realm yet, he could easily be killed after crushing the Wan Dao Sword Sect.

By then, he would turn the Third Jin You into a river of blood, and all of Ye Wujin's loved ones would be buried with him.

At the same time.

In the Jinyou Domain, North Frost Palace.

Today, perhaps it could no longer be called the North Frost Palace.

The North Frost had been destroyed, and Ye Wujin had become the king. People now called this place the Wujin Palace.

At this moment, in a side hall of the Wujin Palace.

Wu Jingtian was carefully taking care of Lin Miaoyin. Every day, he would refine many pills to maintain her vitality.

However, even so, Lin Miaoyin's condition was getting worse day by day.

She was thin and frail, like an old candle in the wind, on the verge of death.

"Senior, how is Miaoyin?" Seeing Wu Jingtian getting up, Lin Ran couldn't help but ask.

In these days, Lin Ran was the most painful one. He watched his daughter gradually approach death, a pain that only those who had experienced it could understand.

In just a few months, Lin Ran's temples were already gray, and his face was haggard, like an old man nearing a hundred years old.

"I hope Young Master Chen can come back in time." Wu Jingtian sighed softly.

For Lin Miaoyin, he was powerless. Now, he could only hope that Ye Chen could return in time.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this moment, two breaking winds tore through the sky like lightning, rushing over quickly.

Outside the Wujin Palace, Yin Zhantian suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "It's Lord Ye Wujin!"

This cry shook the sky, and instantly, many fluctuations spread out. Countless figures emerged from the Wujin Palace.

Wu Jingtian and Lin Ran were first startled, then showed joy and went out to meet him.

"Young Master."

Before Ye Chen landed, Lin Ran flew up into the air, his face full of expectation.

"Have you reached the Emperor Martial Realm?" Ye Chen was somewhat surprised as he flew up. Lin Ran had actually broken through.

"Young Master." Lin Ran flew up and said, full of expectation.

"Wu Lao, come with me. The rest of you, disperse." Ye Chen directly spoke, not caring about his exhaustion from flying all night, and took Wu Jingtian straight to a refining room.

Lin Ran's expression trembled slightly, and tears unknowingly slid down his cheeks.

"Wu Lao, my soul power is limited, I can only trouble you." In the refining room, Ye Chen took out a storage ring, and all the materials were taken out.

Wu Jingtian said seriously, "Young Master, rest assured. In the past two months, I have been refining every day, and I will not fail."

The Soul Life Pill was Lin Miaoyin's life-saving medicine, and Wu Jingtian naturally dared not be careless.

Moreover, since they couldn't find the Hundred Veins Kunwu Wood and had finally found the Cycle Wood, if the refining failed, Lin Miaoyin would be beyond saving.

This refining could not afford to fail.

Moreover, from the refining method Ye Chen gave, the refining of the Soul Life Pill was extremely difficult, far surpassing any of his previous attempts.

This pill was definitely a peak immortal-level pill, and he dared not be careless.

Fortunately, in the past two months, he had practiced countless times. Although he couldn't guarantee a hundred percent success, he was at least ninety percent confident.

"Let's begin!"

After checking the materials and equipment, Ye Chen began to guide Wu Jingtian in the refining process.

Wu Jingtian's expression was more solemn than ever. Following Ye Chen's instructions and the previous practice, he carefully and cautiously began the refining process.

It must be said that Wu Jingtian's strength was still very strong. Whether it was decomposition or purification, it was almost perfect, refining the medicinal power of each material to the extreme.

It could be seen that his basic skills were very solid, and even Ye Chen nodded secretly beside him.

Outside the refining room, Lin Ran, Wu Qingxue, and others anxiously waited, not daring to disturb.

"Aunt Lin, don't worry, with Young Master here, he will definitely succeed." Seeing Lin Ran's worried and anxious expression, Wu Qingxue spoke up to comfort her.

She believed that as long as the materials were found, there would be no failure.

Even without her grandfather here, Ye Chen could still succeed.

Not for anything else, just because he was Ye Chen.

"Okay." Lin Ran nodded. In just a few months of contact, he also had great trust in Ye Chen.

From the destruction of the Qiu family, to the crushing of the North Frost, to the dominance of the Third

 Jin You, time and time again, he created miracles. If anyone could save Lin Miaoyin, it was Ye Chen.

If Ye Chen couldn't do it, then there would be no way.

Time passed by, and inside the refining room, more and more waste materials were discarded. Wu Jingtian was fully focused, refining with all his strength, and finally, after several hours, a pill was formed. It floated in the air, emitting waves of fragrance that made people unable to resist swallowing it.

"Success!"

Wu Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief, and Ye Chen smiled, reaching out to take the pill.