"Thank you, Master Yi. I will never forget Master Yi's grace!"
Dong Shaoqing was extremely excited as he constantly bowed to Yi Yun.
Yi Yun helped Dong Shaoqing up and said, "Sect Master Dong, don't celebrate too early. I have yet to truly treat your daughter's illness. I have only made the poison lurk in her body. If there is a chance in the future, it might make a comeback."
"Ah? This … "
Dong Shaoqing was taken aback. Yi Yun's words made him extremely worried. His daughter had survived the gates of hell with Yi Yun, but what about the next time?
"Sect Master Dong, don't worry. I will not ignore your daughter's condition. This is not only to save your daughter. I am also very curious about this matter."
Yi Yun had a nagging feeling that the evil entity had an extraordinary background.
Upon hearing Yi Yun's words, Dong Shaoqing was truly at a loss as to how to repay Yi Yun. He owed Yi Yun too much.
"Then …" Yi Yun looked at Zuoqiu Bo and said, "Master Zuoqiu, in your opinion, is the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills I refined genuine?"
Zuoqiu Bo pricked up his brows. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills Yi Yun refined were indeed of a higher quality than his.
He reluctantly nodded and said, "Of course they are genuine."
"Then …" Yi Yun stood up and looked at Zuoqiu Haoyu. "In that case, Young Master Zuoqiu, we agreed that once I succeeded in refining the Supreme Palace Iceheart Pills, the pills would be mine. Furthermore, you would pay double the refinement fees. Also, regarding your hands …"
"Yi Yun, you …"
Zuoqiu Haoyu's face turned pale. He was a warrior. Severing his hands would cause his strength to plummet!
He originally believed that he could use his status as a young master of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion to deter Yi Yun from touching him. But now that the bet was over, Yi Yun still wanted his hands.
"Yi Yun, don't you go too far. Do you want to make the Myriad Immortal Pavilion your enemy?"
Zuoqiu Haoyu's voice resounded in Yi Yun's ears. Using the Myriad Immortal Pavilion as a bargaining chip was his only hope.
"Young Master Yi, aren't you being too serious? It was just a joke. Don't take it to heart." A follower behind Zuoqiu Haoyu said.
"That's right. Forgive and forget, Young Master Yi."
There were people in the crowd who echoed the sentiment. It was a rather smart move to step forward to be a peacemaker. Once the conflict was resolved, they might even win Zuoqiu Haoyu's friendship.
As for Yi Yun, no one believed that Yi Yun really wanted to cleave off Zuoqiu Haoyu's hand. How could a young master of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion have his hand cleaved off by a junior?
They all believed that Yi Yun would find a reason to get out of this embarrassing situation, and this matter would eventually be reduced to nothing.
"Joking?" Yi Yun laughed. He gently touched his interspatial ring and a thick serrated saber appeared in his hand.
The shape of the saber was extremely exaggerated. It looked like a large guillotine had been dismantled. This was something Yi Yun had randomly found in his interspatial ring. Although the quality of the saber was not that great, the shape was too visually impactful.
Seeing that Yi Yun was serious, Zuoqiu Haoyu panicked.
"Yi Yun, do you really want to fight to the death?"
"A life and death struggle? You think you are worthy? "Yi Yun grunted coldly as he approached Zuoqiu Haoyu.
"Sixth Granduncle!" Zuoqiu Haoyu pleaded for help from Zuoqiu Bo.
Zuoqiu Bo frowned slightly. Zuoqiu Haoyu was considered a junior that he thought highly of. However, he found it embarrassing to plead with a junior over such a matter.
Although he was extremely unwilling, he still said, "My young friend, it was my grandnephew's fault for offending you. But this time, can you give me some face and bury the hatchet? The Myriad Immortal Pavilion will not mistreat you."
"Give you some face?" Yi Yun laughed. "I just got to know you today. What use is your face to me? Let me ask you, if I were to lose today and your grandnephew were to cleave off my hand, would you stand up for me and say something like 'bury the hatchet'? "
Yi Yun's sarcasm was merciless. Zuoqiu Bo's expression stiffened. He never expected that he, a top alchemist of Myriad City and an Elder of the Myriad Immortal Pavilion, would be completely disregarded by a junior!
"Good! Very good! It's true that heroes come from the young since ancient times. It's a good thing to be hot-blooded in youth, but it can also invite death. It's best to leave a way out for yourself or it will be too late for regrets. "
Zuoqiu Bo said in a deep voice. At that moment, City Lord Qin laughed out loud. "Hahahaha! Since Master Zuoqiu has said that one must be willing to accept defeat, let's fulfill the terms of the bet. "
As City Lord Qin spoke, he gently waved his hand. The space beside Zuoqiu Haoyu collapsed suddenly, forming a spatial cage that trapped Zuoqiu Haoyu.
"City Lord Qin, what are you doing!?"
Zuoqiu Haoyu's face turned ashen. However, how could he resist City Lord Qin's imprisonment?
At that moment, Yi Yun had already taken a step forward as a saber beam flashed.
Whew!
The saber sliced through the void as Zuoqiu Haoyu let out a tragic cry. Starting from his upper arms, his hands were severed as blood splattered.
Following that, Yi Yun flicked his hand as a pure Yang flame shot out, devouring the severed hands in midair.
"Hu! Hu!
Hu! "The pure Yang flame burned and in a few seconds, Zuoqiu Haoyu's severed hands were reduced to ash.
Since the bet was a pair of hands, Yi Yun naturally would not return them to Zuoqiu Haoyu after severing them. That would be no different from not severing them at all. With the Myriad Immortal Pavilion's abilities, reattaching a pair of arms was extremely easy. However, once the arms were destroyed, it would be difficult to regrow them!
A natural treasure that could regrow severed limbs was extremely valuable. The Myriad Immortal Pavilion might not be willing to pay such a price for a young master. Furthermore, even if they were willing to pay the price, the regenerated arms would not be tempered by laws or Yuan Qi. They would be much weaker than their original arms. They would have to start from scratch, and their martial path would be crippled.
Zuoqiu Haoyu watched as his severed hands turned to ash. He felt like his head had been punched ruthlessly by someone. He was completely dumbfounded.
In such a short period of time, he went from a high and mighty young master to a half-crippled person!
"My hands … My hands …"
Once his hands were crippled, his standing in the Myriad Immortal Pavilion would be greatly reduced. The Myriad Immortal Pavilion would probably not give a half-cripple like him the treasure to regrow his arms.
Zuoqiu Haoyu stared at Yi Yun, his eyes suffusing deep killing intent.
Yi Yun thought nothing of it.
"My young friend, you sure are decisive. Aren't you afraid of offending the Myriad Immortal Pavilion?" City Lord Qin laughed as his Yuan Qi voice transmission rang in Yi Yun's ears.
Yi Yun shook his head and said, "I naturally do not wish to offend the factions of Myriad City. However, I will be staying in Myriad City for at least three years. I will not offend those who do not offend me. If I were to tolerate this, I would only be treated as a weakling. When that happens, there will only be more trouble!"
Yi Yun knew very well that he would stir up a storm in Myriad City in the next three years. Ignoring everything else, just his Yun Xin Loft was a hindrance to the interests of many medicinal clinics. If he allowed himself to be bullied, it would only be a matter of time before he was devoured.
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