"Bringing the dead back to life?"
"What … What kind of technique is this?"
Luo Feng, a cultivator at the dividing god stage, was not an ordinary person. He had never heard of anyone in this world who could bring the dead back to life. Even his master didn't have this ability.
Ye Xuan put his hands behind his back and watched Fatso Huang's change in silence. Then he nodded and murmured, "The quality of this Nine-Turn Mysterious Immortal Pill is ordinary, but it's enough to bring him back to life. It seems that it's not completely useless."
If the immortals heard what Ye Xuan said, they would spit out blood. This Nine-Turn Mysterious Immortal Pill was an excellent immortal pill, but why was it only ordinary in the hands of Ye Xuan?
Although the immortal pill was good, there was always a process. Ye Xuan wasn't in a hurry. He was waiting for Fatso Huang to wake up.
However, although Ye Xuan wasn't in a hurry, Luo Feng and the others were pale. They looked at Ye Xuan with horror in their eyes.
There was no momentum or majesty, but Ye Xuan just stood there as if he was the only one in the world.
Luo Feng wanted to stand up, but there seemed to be an invisible immortal mountain pressing on him. He couldn't get up at all, and his body was trembling slightly.
Ye Xuan didn't perform any immortal techniques, and he wasn't bored enough to deter these ants.
Because this was a difference in the level of life, it naturally brought unimaginable pressure to Luo Feng and the others.
The difference between immortals and mortals could be reflected.
It was like a sheep suddenly seeing the legendary Ninth Heaven Godly Dragon. How could it not tremble in body and mind? It was the same as the current situation.
Luo Feng was already soaked in cold sweat. He knew that he had met an extremely terrifying cultivator. The opponent should be at least at the passing calamity stage. Otherwise, how could he be suppressed to this extent?
However, no matter how hard Luo Feng thought, he couldn't figure out who Ye Xuan was.
As far as he knew, there were only a few people in the Crossing Calamity Stage in this world. All of them were overlords of this world. Naturally, he knew all of them. However, he had no impression of the black-clothed man in front of him.
"Se … Elder … My teacher is Wu Juexian … I wonder who you are? Can you tell me your name?" Luo Feng asked in a trembling voice. He lowered his posture.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan didn't respond at all to Luo Feng's words. He only calmly looked at Fatso Huang and waited for him to wake up.
In Ye Xuan's eyes, Luo Feng was no different from an ant. Luo Feng didn't even attract his attention. With Luo Feng's level of training, he couldn't even compare to some of the celestial soldiers in the Celestial Court. Why would Ye Xuan care about someone like him?
"Senior, this is the Minister of the Left of the Immortal Alliance, Lord Luo Feng, and his teacher is Wu Jue Xian. I hope you won't interfere in this matter, or else …" An Immortal Cultivator said with a threatening tone. However, before he could finish his words, something extremely terrifying happened.
PENG!
Time seemed to stop and space seemed to freeze.
The space exploded and his body exploded. This Immortal Cultivator directly turned to dust and died. Not even a trace of him was left. This scene made Luo Feng and the others speechless. They looked at Ye Xuan with eyes filled with shock.
From beginning to end, Luo Feng and the others didn't see how Ye Xuan attacked. However, Luo Feng wouldn't believe that a Nascent Soul Stage Immortal Cultivator didn't turn to dust and die if Ye Xuan didn't kill him.
Silent fear spread through Luo Feng and the others' hearts. No one dared to threaten Ye Xuan anymore.
Luo Feng's face was pale. His eyes were spinning rapidly as he tried to think of a way to escape from this life or death situation.
It was obvious that this mysterious black clothed man knew Fatso Huang, and their relationship was definitely not ordinary. He even gave him a godly pill, which made Fatso Huang regain his vitality.
Luo Feng was afraid that once Fatso Huang woke up, with his vicious methods, they would suffer a fate worse than death.
The more Luo Feng thought about it, the more scared he became. Cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He was thinking of a way to escape this situation, but he didn't know how to escape this disaster.
"Okay!"
After a full hour, Fatso Huang let out a groan. His eyelids were slightly twitching, and he finally opened his eyes.
"Am … am I dead?"
"This … is this the Yama Hell that the teacher talked about before?"
Fatso Huang looked around blankly. His face was filled with confusion. However, when he saw Ye Yueling in the distance, he froze and then roared with hatred: "You Wu Jue Xian, you didn't even let this little girl go!"
"Uncle Huang, that's great, you're not dead yet." The little girl ran towards Fatso Huang with tears on her face. She directly jumped into his arms, which made Fatso Huang stunned.
"I … I'm not dead yet … what … what's going on?"
Feeling the real body of the little girl in his arms, Fatso Huang said in a daze. He knew that he was not dead. When he saw Luo Feng and the others kneeling in the distance, he quickly woke up. His face was filled with extreme caution.
"Uncle Huang, this senior saved you." The little girl spoke at the right time and pointed behind Fatso Huang.
"Senior?"
Fatso Huang muttered to himself and then slowly turned around to look behind him.
Ten thousand years in a glance, an empty dream.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, as if it was reversing.
He was dressed in black, had jet-black hair, a gentle smile, and a handsome face.
When this face that had been hidden in the depths of Fatso Huang's mind appeared in front of him, it was as if his soul had left his body. His entire being became sluggish and speechless.
A line of clear tears flowed from Fatso Huang's eyes. His fists were slightly clenched, and his body couldn't help but tremble. His trembling lips wanted to say something, but his extremely fast beating heart made him unable to speak.
"Time flies, time passes, in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed. Fatso Huang, do you still recognize me?" Ye Xuan smiled warmly.
"Wah!"
Suddenly, Fatso Huang seemed to have transformed into a child. He couldn't control himself and began to cry loudly. His eyes were filled with tears. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards Ye Xuan.
"The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes. It's been five hundred years, a whole five hundred years. I, Fatso Huang, have waited bitterly for you for five hundred years. This day has finally arrived."
"The Underworld's Vice Underworld Lord, Fatso Huang, kowtows to the Underworld Lord."
Fatso Huang seemed to have descended into madness. He couldn't control himself at all. He continuously kowtowed towards Ye Xuan. His tears of joy and excitement flowed out uncontrollably.
Five hundred years of waiting, five hundred years of heartache. No one knew what Fatso Huang had experienced in the past five hundred years. He had been at death's door the entire time, all for the sake of waiting for Ye Xuan's return.
The heavens did not let down those who worked hard. Five hundred years of waiting had finally arrived. All the hardships he had suffered in the past were nothing to Fatso Huang.
That was because the person he had been waiting for had finally appeared. Fatso Huang knew that the person he had respected his entire life had never forgotten him. He had truly returned to the human world to find him.
"You're already over five hundred years old, why are you still crying like a child?" Ye Xuan helped Fatso Huang up and patted his shoulder with a smile.
"This subordinate is useless. Not only did I destroy the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword you bestowed upon me, I even caused the Underworld to cease to exist in this world.
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