64: Medicine Man (12)

"Fellow Daoists, attack with me and capture this fiend!"

Qian Yuan roared fiercely.

The shock on his face had faded, replaced by twisted ferocity and confidence.

Three against one, the advantage was his!

As his voice fell, deep within the Danxia Sect, two powerful Auras, also belonging to the Three Origins Realm, surged up.

A flash of light appeared, and two figures positioned themselves, one on the left and one on the right, forming a pincer attack with Qian Yuan, tightly surrounding Si Yun in the center.

One was a thin, black-robed old man, and the other was a well-built, middle-aged man.

They were the guest elders of the Danxia Sect, and Qian Yuan's greatest source of confidence.

The pressure of three Three Origins Realm experts intertwined, forming an invisible net that sealed all of Si Yun's escape routes.

Inside and outside the mountain gate, countless Cultivators trembled under this terrifying pressure, their faces filled with fear.

A heaven-shaking battle was about to erupt.

However, just as Qian Yuan was about to give the order to attack.

A figure silently appeared behind Si Yun.

It was an ordinary-looking elder in hemp robes. He stood there quietly, without revealing any Aura, seemingly just a Mortal about to enter the grave.

But Qian Yuan and the two guest elders were struck by lightning the moment they saw him.

The pupils of all three men contracted into the most dangerous pinpricks at the same time.

The blood in their entire bodies stopped flowing at this moment.

The bone-deep dread turned their proud Three Origins Realm cultivation base into a joke.

Guiyi Realm!

This was a terrifying existence in the Guiyi Realm!

The two guest elders, who had just been full of momentum, now had faces as pale as paper, and their breathing had stopped.

They had only accepted benefits to serve as backing for the Danxia Sect, idling away their time and enjoying the Pill Emperor's offerings.

But those offerings definitely did not include fighting desperately against a Guiyi Realm monster!

"Se... Senior..."

Qian Yuan's voice was trembling, his throat burned painfully, and every word was incredibly difficult to speak.

"Your opponent is me."

Si Yun interrupted him coldly.

Before his voice had faded, he moved.

He didn't give Qian Yuan any chance to react, instantly vanishing from his original spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Qian Yuan and threw a punch.

At the same time.

Under the threat of death, the two guest elders made the most decisive choice.

They exchanged glances, seeing the same fear and determination in each other's eyes.

Run!

Without hesitation, the two burned their Essence Blood, transforming into two streaks of light, fleeing desperately in completely different directions.

They were fast.

But the Hemp-Robed Elder didn't even turn his head.

He just gently raised his hand.

As if swatting two annoying flies.

Space stagnated at that moment.

The two Three Yuan Realm Experts who had already fled a thousand zhang away suddenly froze, their faces still holding the panicked expressions of their escape.

The next second.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two soft sounds rang out, and they shattered instantly.

The two Three Yuan Realm Experts, who were powerful enough to dominate the Southern Border, along with their Divine Souls, turned into two clouds of blood mist and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Instant kill.

Qian Yuan, who was currently fighting Si Yun, glanced at this scene out of the corner of his eye and was scared out of his wits.

How could he retain any Battle Intent?

The three-on-one advantage instantly transformed into a desperate situation where the opponent could crush him with a single finger.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, turned around, and tried to use the Blood Escape Secret Technique to flee desperately.

But how could Si Yun give him that chance?

"Qian Yuan, look behind you!"

Si Yun let out a cold shout.

This fierce shout made Qian Yuan's mind roar.

He subconsciously turned his head.

What greeted him was a fist flying straight toward his face.

This punch contained Si Yun's decades of humiliation and rage.

This punch condensed the entirety of his Three Origins Realm cultivation base.

"No—!"

Qian Yuan only managed to let out one miserable scream.

The fist had already pierced his Protective Spiritual Light and heavily struck his chest.

Boom!

Violent power exploded within his body, irresistibly crushing his internal organs, along with his proudly cultivated Pill Emperor Dao Foundation, into dust.

Qian Yuan's body suddenly paused in mid-air.

Then, it exploded, turning into a sky full of blood rain.

The Danxia Sect... destroyed... After annihilating the Danxia Sect, Si Yun stayed in the Southern Border for a period of time.

He traveled everywhere, inquiring about the whereabouts of his sworn brother, Lu Li.

Unfortunately, after so many years, there was still no trace of Lu Li, and he remained completely missing.

And the once glorious Hundred Grass Grotto-Heaven had, as he expected, completely declined. Its Disciples were scattered, and it was no longer the magnificent sight it once was.

Left with no choice, Si Yun had to return to the Western Desert.

After returning to the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven, however, he failed to meet Divine Alchemist Mo.

There was only a letter left for him by Divine Alchemist Mo.

The letter stated that Divine Alchemist Mo had an epiphany while discussing the Dao with him, vaguely touching upon the Opportunity to Break through to Pill Venerable. Unable to restrain himself, he had traveled alone to the legendary Holy Land of Alchemy, Zhongzhou, to seek that final Breakthrough Opportunity.

Si Yun respected this Revered Master from the bottom of his heart.

Over the years, Divine Alchemist Mo had truly treated him like his own son, teaching him everything he knew.

Thus, Si Yun continued to focus on his cultivation in Divine Alchemist Mo's Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven.

Although he no longer had the protection of Divine Alchemist Mo, no matter how much the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven declined, it was still a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land, guarded by a Grotto-Heaven Realm Old Ancestor.

Not to mention, Si Yun was now the recognized number one alchemist among the younger generation in the Western Desert, a future Pill God.

Who would dare provoke him?

They would be rushing to curry favor.

Time flowed by.

Another fifty years passed.

During these fifty years, Si Yun's cultivation base had reached the Late Stage of the Three Origins Realm.

Although his Dao of alchemy was still that of a Great Pill Emperor, he was already a top expert among Great Pill Emperors, and likely not far from the Pill God Realm.

On this day.

Outside the mountain gate of the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven, a young man was kneeling.

His clothes were ragged, his body covered in blood, and his Aura was extremely weak; clearly, he was severely injured.

The young man's cultivation base was very low, only at the Spirit Transformation Realm.

He knelt there, allowing the mountain wind to blow over him, his gaze fixed intently on the Xuanxian Grotto-Heaven's mountain gate, his eyes filled with final stubbornness and hope.

He used the last bit of strength in his body to let out a faint cry with his parched throat.

"Plea... Plead with Pill Emperor Yun... to bestow a pill."