Chapter 820: Chapter 368: Can’t Be Saved, Just Wait for Death, Farewell_2

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

With a face full of grief and indignation, Yan Feiping gripped his father’s hand. "He won’t sell it."

Between life and death, there lies great terror.

This was especially true for Yan Gushu, who had once wielded boundless power. He had no intention of dying; the instinct to survive made his breathing suddenly quicken, and the lines on the monitor fluctuated violently.

"Heaven... does... not grant... a life... what... can... one... do..."

The old man spoke with great difficulty, his withered fingers clutching tightly at his son’s wrist.

"Dad, don’t get worked up."

Yan Feiping pressed the call bell.

Muddy tears welled up in Yan Gushu’s eyes. His breathing grew more and more rapid, and the monitor let out a shrill alarm.

The doctors and nurses rushed into the ward, and Yan Feiping was asked to step out.

Through the crack of the door, he saw the medical staff busy around his father—CPR, electric shocks... Ten minutes later, the attending physician came out and removed his mask.

"President Yan, the old gentleman is temporarily stabilized, but..."

The doctor shook his head and sighed. "The situation is very grim. Multiple organs in his body are failing at the same time. If not for that wisp of pure Martial Arts True Qi forcibly sustaining his life, he likely would’ve been gone already."

Yan Feiping’s gaze passed over the doctor and landed on the dying old man lying on the sickbed.

No matter what, he had to obtain the Earth Essence Pill.

After pondering for a moment, he took out an encrypted satellite phone and dialed the only pre-stored number on it. "That cooperation you mentioned last time—I agree."

"A wise choice, Mr. Yan."

On the other end of the line came the voice of the Celestial Sword Bureau’s director, One-Eyed Nick. "I know the last Laws Destruction Golden Arrow is in your hands, but you don’t dare use it. No problem, we can have our people do it."

"When will your people come?"

"Very soon."

Hanging up the phone, Yan Feiping’s eyes turned firm and cold.

No matter what price he had to pay, he would never just stand there and watch his father die.

If soft tactics didn’t work, then he’d use hard ones. As long as Ye Qingzhou died, he could mobilize the Coexistence Faction’s connections at any time and swallow up all the "inheritance" Ye Qingzhou left behind, which naturally included the Earth Essence Pill.

Outside the cabin, it suddenly began to rain with thunder, as if foretelling an approaching storm.

......

Two weeks later, Ye Qingzhou arrived in Longdong City of the Dongji Kingdom with Yingyue, Lan Caidie, and Chen Ze to attend the once-in-a-decade grand event—the Wanjie Medical Association’s medical and pharmaceutical exhibition.

In the center of the city, nine gilded exhibition platforms had long been erected in the Alchemical Furnace Plaza, arranged in a Nine Palaces formation, subtly aligning with the utmost number of the Heavenly Dao.

Each platform was based on Rare Spiritual Wood and inlaid with Cyan Spirit Stones that could enhance medicinal potency, emitting a soft glow in the morning light.

Around the plaza, banners fluttered. The emblems of various medical Noble Families and Medical Skill schools snapped in the Wind.

The Profound Pill Sect’s Red Flame Cauldron Pattern, the Hundred Herbs Sect’s Cyan Rattan Moon, and Lingsu Pavilion’s simple Silver Needle emblem... There were a full hundred-plus Medical Skill schools participating.

Qi Mo stood at the edge of the plaza, his indigo robe slightly dampened by the morning dew.

He was only twenty-five or twenty-six, with clear features. Only the shallow scar over his left eyebrow added a trace of weariness. Behind him followed a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old medicine boy, Little Zhu, who was craning his neck to look around.

"Pavilion Master, our booth is at the very edge!" Little Zhu pouted. "The Profound Pill Sect grabbed the three central spots the moment they arrived. That’s bullying!"

Qi Mo rubbed the Bronze Medicine Pouch hanging from his waist—inside were the Pill Formulas and Medical Skill insights developed and accumulated by successive Pavilion Masters of the Cyan Pouch Pavilion.

"Location isn’t important. What matters is the Grade of the Pill."

Even so, when his gaze drifted toward that group of figures in Red Gold Robes in the very center of the plaza, a hint of shadow still flashed in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, his father Qi Huan had died under mysterious circumstances here in Longdong City. The upper volume of the ancestral Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture he had carried on him had vanished without a trace. Now Qi Mo had returned with the improved "Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill," both to revitalize the family and to uncover the truth of that year.

"Yo, isn’t this Pavilion Master Qi of the Cyan Pouch Pavilion?"

A shrill voice sounded from behind him. Qi Mo turned to see a tall, skinny man. Three golden stripes were embroidered on the standard robe of the Profound Pill Sect he wore—this was their chief disciple, Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji’s face was full of arrogance. His gaze swept over Qi Mo’s shabby booth. "I heard your pavilion is showcasing some ’Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill’ this time? The name is impressive. Don’t tell me you’re using some Itinerant Doctor’s tricks to fool people."

Little Zhu’s face flushed red with anger, but Qi Mo pressed down on his shoulder and said calmly, "If Senior Brother Zhao is interested, you may come and taste it later."

"Taste it?"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold laugh, his expression full of disdain. "Our Profound Pill Sect has brought the ’Profound Celestial Creation Pill’ this time. It can help a Cultivator break through a bottleneck. Your crude healing Pills, and you dare call that a tasting?"

He deliberately raised his voice, drawing glances from several small sect representatives nearby.

Qi Mo no longer responded. He led Little Zhu toward their own booth. He could feel the prickling gaze on his back—Zhao Wuji’s hostility was strange. Although the Cyan Pouch Pavilion had been in decline for many years, it had always kept out of the Profound Pill Sect’s way.

The booth was simply arranged, with only three Cyan Jade Pill Bottles and a Bronze Medicine Furnace placed on it.

Qi Mo took a brocade pouch from his breast and poured out nine dragon-eye-sized Pills. The Pills were a blue-gold color, with nine natural lines on the surface, shedding a strange halo under the sunlight.

"Pavilion Master, th-this was refined using the last stalk of Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng?"

Little Zhu’s eyes went wide.

Qi Mo nodded. "Together with Kunlun Ice Spring and thirty-seven auxiliary ingredients, I shut myself away for forty-nine days and nights to finally form these nine pills."

His fingertip lightly brushed the Pills as he recalled the half-ruined formula his father had stuffed into his hand before dying. If he hadn’t found the lower half in Ancient Texts three years ago, this ’Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill’ might truly have been lost.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the center of the plaza.

On the Profound Pill Sect’s booth, a white-haired elder was lifting the lid of a Purple Jade Cauldron. Dawn-like radiance shot into the sky as a fragrance spread for a hundred steps. The crowd surged toward it like a tide.

"That’s the Profound Pill Sect’s Sect Master, Chi Songzi!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Qi Mo narrowed his eyes. He saw Chi Songzi take out a Pill shrouded in purple Qi from the cauldron and say in a booming voice, "This is the Profound Celestial Creation Pill, made from the Celestial Snow Lotus, East Sea Jiao Pearl, and a hundred other spirit ingredients, tempered by Samadhi True Flame. A Foundation Establishment Cultivator can ascend straight into the Golden Core realm with it. A Golden Core Cultivator can glimpse the threshold of Nascent Soul!"

The entire venue erupted.

Some representatives of pharmaceutical companies and Martial Arts Schools couldn’t wait to ask about the price.

Qi Mo, however, felt as if struck by lightning!

The Spiritual Power fluctuations emitted by that Pill were actually seventy percent similar to the ’Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill’!

"Impossible..."

He muttered under his breath.

His father had sworn up and down that the ’Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Pill’ was a secret never passed on outside the Cyan Pouch Pavilion. How could there be such a similar Pill in this world?

As he was deep in thought, the entrance to the venue suddenly grew noisy and clamorous.

"My god, it’s Martial Saint Ye!"

"Cyan Leaf Medicine is exhibiting too? I’ve never heard of that!"

"Martial Saint Ye not only has heaven-reaching Cultivation, he’s said to be an Alchemy Grandmaster as well. Not long ago, he opened a furnace to refine Pills at Yanmen and actually drew down a Pill Tribulation—four vicious beasts descended together."

"I heard about that. Martial Saint Ye formed nine Top Grade pills in one furnace—nine supreme Earth Essence Pills, each one worth a fortune."

Qi Mo and Little Zhu squeezed into the crowd to watch the spectacle. All of a sudden, a pair of eyes bright as the stars looked over, resting on Qi Mo.

"My lord, what is it?"

"A sudden stir of the heart, a Celestial Secret’s warning. I don’t know why, but Heaven’s Will tells me that my single sliver of Vitality lies with this man."

"How is that possible?"

Yingyue found it hard to believe. "My lord, your Cultivation now stands at the peak of the mortal world. Who could possibly be capable enough to make your life hang in the balance?"

"I don’t know either."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head with a sigh. The number of powers and people he had offended was growing, and those who wanted his life were too many to count. So for the moment, he didn’t think of Yan Feiping at all.

Instead, what suddenly came to Ye Qingzhou’s mind was that when he had first accepted Zhong Qing’s invitation, it had also been on a whim. ’To actually trigger Heaven’s Will’s warning... looks like this tribulation won’t be small.’

And his Vitality was tied to a stranger, a young man he’d never met.

Ye Qingzhou called Chen Ze over and sent a Thought Transmitting Sound in secret. "That young man with the scar over his left eyebrow—go check his background."

"Yes."

Chen Ze took the order and left.