Chapter 9 Dragon Tiger Pill

Ye Fan checked several more times, but he couldn't find a single piece of useful evidence on the two black-clothed men.

The fact that these people could penetrate deep into the Joyous Union Sect proved they were very familiar with the Sect's geography and had a absolute desire to kill him; it was already obvious who the mastermind was.

"Yan Jingyun, you certainly moved fast."

As a young master of the Yan Family, a great cultivation clan, the hidden power behind Yan Jingyun was extremely formidable, far beyond what ordinary Disciples and Cultivators could compare to.

To ensure the safety of important clan members, these children of cultivation families would have people sent to protect them, both openly and secretly, even after joining a Sect.

They were called Dao Protectors, but in reality, they were bodyguards and thugs.

This sort of thing was very common in the Heavenly Spirit Continent; as long as they didn't violate Sect rules too excessively, most Sects would turn a blind eye.

If Ye Fan wasn't mistaken, the three black-clothed men were the Family forces mobilized by Yan Jingyun.

Only, he wouldn't dream that Ye Fan could easily kill all three of them in return.

Two assassination attempts in one day, even risking a strike within the Sect, showed just how much Yan Jingyun hated Ye Fan to the bone.

Ye Fan intended to report this matter to the Punishment Hall, but after thinking it over, he dismissed the idea.

Relying solely on two corpses whose identities couldn't be distinguished to bring down Yan Jingyun was undoubtedly an idiot's pipe dream.

Furthermore, he didn't want to expose his strength yet, so he could only endure for the time being.

"The mountains don't turn but the water does; we'll see who has the last laugh."

Yan Jingyun didn't know what had happened yet, his mind entirely focused on waiting for the good news to return.

Zhao Hu was just trash who didn't even count as a pawn; Yan Jingyun hadn't cared about him at all.

He had thought the guy had taken his benefits but didn't dare to act, only being able to flee the Sect.

The sacrificial black-clothed men sent this time all had a cultivation of the third level of the Qi Refining Realm; killing a cripple like Ye Fan should have been effortless.

Yan Jingyun was still thinking of ways to win over Murong Wan when his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

It turned out that three life tablets in his Storage Pouch had shattered one after another, meaning the sacrificial soldiers he sent out had all been killed.

"How is this possible!"

A flash of shock crossed Yan Jingyun's sinister eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.

"Those three idiots must have made their move at Profound Spirit Peak!"

In Yan Jingyun's view, Murong Wan or someone else must have intervened to save him; he didn't consider any other possibilities at all.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache over the three sacrificial soldiers being killed; he was only annoyed that he had alerted the enemy, making it much more troublesome to strike again in the future.

As for exposing his identity, he wasn't worried; there was no evidence on those sacrificial soldiers to identify them.

If Ye Fan were to rashly report to the Punishment Hall, it would only give him a chance to counter-accuse.

"The mountains don't turn but the water does; we'll see who has the last laugh."

...

Being assassinated didn't affect Ye Fan's mood in the slightest; he whistled as he returned to Profound Spirit Peak.

He encountered many Disciples along the way, all of whom wore expressions of envy and hatred, the jealousy in their eyes practically overflowing.

"Hello, Senior and Junior Brothers. Feel free to visit my Immortal Cave when you have time."

Ye Fan smiled and greeted everyone, not caring about their gazes at all.

Holding Murong Wan's Disciple Token, Ye Fan easily opened the barrier outside the Immortal Cave.

The utility room she mentioned had been tidied up at some point, fully equipped with various daily necessities, enough for Ye Fan to move in immediately.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Ye Fan bowed toward Murong Wan's room, but the other party gave no reaction.

Ye Fan didn't mind either, wandering around the Immortal Cave as if he were at home, and soon discovered a problem.

"Senior Sister, where do you usually cook?"

As soon as Ye Fan spoke, the atmosphere inside the grotto-heaven seemed to become even more silent.

Although Qi Refining Realm Disciples can fast, the duration is directly related to their cultivation level.

Only after a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Realm can one truly achieve Fasting, surviving normally by absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi without consuming worldly food.

Ye Fan walked around once but couldn't find a kitchen or anything similar, so he couldn't help but ask Murong Wan.

As his voice landed, the door opened, and two Medicinal Pills quickly flew into Ye Fan's hands.

"This is an bigu pill. One pill can sustain your Fasting for half a month. Don't disturb me unless it's important; I'm going into seclusion."

Murong Wan indifferently left those words behind, and the door closed tightly again; her speechlessness could be felt even through the air.

"Dao Companion Murong Wan gifted the Host two bigu pills. After a tenfold value amplification, the Host obtained two dragon tiger pills."

dragon tiger pill: Improves Physical Body strength in all aspects, and is said to grant the strength of a dragon and a tiger.

Ye Fan stared blankly at the System, almost unable to stop himself from laughing out loud.

Although he hadn't heard the name of the dragon tiger pill before, he could tell from the medicinal effects that it was definitely no ordinary item.

"The strength of a dragon and a tiger... it's certainly something to look forward to."

Ye Fan secretly consumed a dragon tiger pill, and the powerful medicinal force completed his body's reinforcement in an instant.

Ye Fan felt as if he had inexhaustible strength; his Physical Body strength had improved by at least fifty percent.

A casual punch carried a series of wind-breaking sounds, far exceeding the physical strength of Cultivators in the same Realm.

"This is awesome!"

Ye Fan originally wanted to consume the second dragon tiger pill, but the System sent a notification that he could only consume one at most, otherwise his body would explode, scaring him into dismissing the idea.

"I can't eat it... but I can sell it!"

This was genuine good stuff; if he took it out for auction, it would be worth at least tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, enough for Ye Fan to make a huge profit.

He even had an urge to come clean with Murong Wan and tell her about the existence of the System to achieve a "farming-style" rapid enrichment.

But as soon as this thought appeared, it received a warning from the System.

Regardless of the method, any attempt by the Host to reveal the existence of the System will result in severe punishment.

"...It really doesn't give me any chance to exploit a bug."

Ye Fan helplessly complained, but then discovered another awkward problem.

The bigu pills had turned into dragon tiger pills, so Ye Fan still had to find a way to fill his stomach.

Ye Fan called out softly a few times, but Murong Wan seemed to have already entered seclusion and didn't give any response, so Ye Fan could only find a way to cook for himself.

There were Ever-burning Lamps in the grotto-heaven so there was no lack of fire, and for water, there was a spiritual spring, so that was no problem either.

Ye Fan also had cooking utensils in his Storage Pouch; after all, these were all his past belongings, so he naturally carried them with him.

Ye Fan quickly made a simple grill; the food being cooked was a caught wild rabbit, and he also boiled a pot of white porridge, making for quite a cozy life.

Whether in his past life or this one, Ye Fan was very good at eating. When he had nothing to do at the medicinal field, he often dragged Lin Lei along for barbecues, and his cooking skills were truly superb.

Soon, the grotto-heaven was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, and with the carefully prepared salt and cumin seasoning, the smell made Ye Fan drool.

In Murong Wan's room, while in seclusion, she suddenly caught a scent, and her willow-leaf eyebrows couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"What's that smell... it's so fragrant."

She had always been uninterested in food, feeling that it only took up cultivation time and wasn't as convenient as taking an bigu pill.

But this time, Murong Wan subconsciously swallowed her saliva and actually couldn't help but want to investigate.