Chapter 105: Old man return

Chapter 105: Old man return

The old man understands one thing: that Feng Yun had a profound background, as he took out millions without batting an eye.

Although there are quite a few people in the world who can spend such money, they won’t just throw it away like Feng Yun.

Feng Yun gives people the feeling that he was mysterious and incomprehensible.

"The Spirit Soul Ember doesn’t seem to be able to save people. As far as I know, apart from soul cultivation, it can at most stabilise the soul." Fneg, Yun said faintly.

"Boy, even though the old man can’t see through you, you can’t save her." The old man suppressed his boiling emotion and said.

"I have enquired about you. I heard that you were once a Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivator and you were at the top of the villain list. Now your cultivation has regressed back to the Great Saint Realm, still declining." Feng Yun said then he bought a pill from system storage and threw it to the old man.

"This elixir can help you restore your previous cultivation. If you really want to save someone, come again to see me tomorrow." Feng Yun said lightly before leaning on the couch again.

"This pill!" The old man looked at the pill in his hand, feeling stunned. He could sense a strong aura emanating from the pill; just inhaling the residual aura of the pill, he felt his cultivation was improving.

"Where did you get this elixir?" The old man asked.

"Secret!" Feng Yun smiled. This pill is called Nirvana Pill. As long as the crazy sword saint took his pill, he will definitely be able to recover. There was no doubt about this.

After his cultivation recovered, the old man might trust him that he could save people.

"What grade of pill is it?"

"Higher than the ninth rank." Feng Yun replied calmly.

When the old man heard the words, he couldn’t speak clearly. Not to mention a pill above the ninth rank; he had never seen a ninth rank pill.

Only the top alchemists can refine ninth-rank pills.

As for the tenth rank, it was difficult to get one in a hundred years, and it was priceless.

High-rank medicinal materials were very few and expensive in the world, which made the price of failure extremely high.

The old man didn’t believe it at all, but he was holding the pill; he couldn’t deny it either.

"If this pill works, I will come again." The old man didn’t want to waste too much time; he left quickly.

"You just give away such a precious pill to him for free." At this time, Zhao Mingxi walked out from behind and said.

"It is not free; it was an investment." Feng Yun smiled faintly.

"So, you want to recruit the crazy sword saint." Zhao Mingxi asked again. "But he is a lunatic; never submit to anyone. I don’t think he will agree." She pondered and said.

"I am hopeful." Feng Yun replied while taking her into his embrace.

"By the way, I bought something for you in the auction today." Feng Yun said as he took out the necklace.

Zhao Mingxi looked at the necklace; her eyes showed a ripple, a charming smile appeared on her face, and she said, "It’s beautiful."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes!"

"Here, put it on me."

"Sure!"

Next, Feng Yun placed the necklace around her neck.

"Does it look nice on me?" Zhao Mingxi asked with a smile.

"Hmm, nice, but you will look even more beautiful with only a necklace on you." Feng Yun smirked.

"Let’s go to the room to verify." Feng Yun laughed as he picked her up and moved toward the bedroom.

"Hey, pervert, not now..." Zhao Mingxi protested, but Feng Yun chuckled at her; soon Zhao Mingxi’s moan started to echo in the house.

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Next day...

Feng Yun, Zhao Mingxi, and Wang Ruo sitting on the dining table, having breakfast, look very harmonious. There was slight awkwardness between two girls before, but it was harmonious now.

At this time, a guest arrived.

Feng Yun noticed and came to the door.

A figure stood with his hands behind his back, like a sculpture. His eyes were radiant, emitting a domineering sword energy.

Feng Yun was slightly taken aback when he saw the person. He didn’t recognise him.

"You are?"

Feng Yun felt such a powerful aura for the first time; it seemed to be stronger than the crazy sword master.

"Boy, don’t you recognise me so soon?"

"This voice startled Feng Yun.

"Fuck, are you the crazy old man?" Feng Yun looked at him carefully. and found that the facial features resembled the image of the crazy sword saint, but the clothes and aura were slightly different.

This person looked in their forties, with straight back and no wrinkles on the face. Except for his white hair, he was almost the same as a middle-aged person.

But the voice was exactly the same as that of the crazy sword saint.

"Old man, have you had the plastic surgery?" It was difficult for Feng Yun to combine the man in front of him with the crazy old man.

"Boy, I took your elixir and changed back to the way I was ten years ago." The crazy sword saint shouted loudly. Forget about others; he was himself stunned upon seeing his transformation.

After leaving Feng Yun’s house, he carefully appraised and determined that the elixir did not contain toxins, so he chose to take it. After that, the crazy sword saint not only regained his original strength but also recovered from his physical weakness caused by the loss of the blood.

The old man was left with nothing but shock.

Now, coming here, his purpose was very simple: Feng Yun could even restore his cultivation base; maybe he could help him save people.

However, that person was not injured, and the crazy sword saint was still not sure if Feng Yun could cure that person.

But if there were really people in this world who could heal them. At present, there was no one else in the mind of the old man except Feng Yun.