By the time the people from Tang City saw Han Zhibei lying on the ground and turned pale, Yang Xuan was already dozens of miles away.
He stopped at a high mountain and flew into a cave halfway up the cliff.
Yang Xuan reluctantly sat down and sat cross-legged. A large amount of Wood Spiritual Qi around him flowed into his body and began to calm the boiling aura and injuries in his body bit by bit.
After a day and a night, he finally opened his eyes.
At the same time, there was a trace of horror in his eyes.
Han Zhibei's fist technique had advanced into the Dao. It had broken away from the ordinary sense of martial arts and became a kind of Dao. That was why it could cause such terrible consequences.
Yang Xuan tasted the words of the Ranking List of Young Masters. This was the first time he had heard of this term.
If there was a list, there would be people. Han Zhibei couldn't be on the list alone. Then, were the other people on the list as powerful as Han Zhibei, or even more powerful?
The answer was obvious.
At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He needed to improve his strength.
But at this time, he was already at the peak of the Golden Core Realm and could no longer accommodate more Spiritual Qi. So even if he soaked in the Spiritual Qi Sea, he couldn't improve his strength.
What he needed was to find a way to enter the Nascent Soul Realm.
But the Nascent Soul Realm was difficult to find. At this moment, he was at a loss as to how to enter the Nascent Soul Realm.
In addition, there was another way to improve his strength, and this idea had long been in his mind.
It was a magic weapon.
Yes, a magic weapon, a magic weapon that was exclusive to cultivators.
Taking out the Yin-Yang Axe that he had taken from Ling Wudao, Yang Xuan spread out his Divine Sense and carefully observed it.
There were two opposite forces in the Yin-Yang Axe. They were combined in an ingenious way. When stimulated by external forces, they would erupt with a huge force to kill the enemy.
This was a way of thinking, but this method was not suitable for Yang Xuan. He couldn't use martial arts things. He needed to refine the Yin-Yang Axe.
However, he knew nothing about refining tools. He needed to borrow the refining methods of this world to see if he could get inspiration from it and use it to refine his first magic tool.
His injuries had been completely healed, and his arm had been restored to its original state. The power that Han Zhibei had left in his body was ultimately no match for the endless Spiritual Qi, and was completely consumed.
In terms of recovery ability, there was probably no one in the world who could compare to Yang Xuan.
With a slight movement of his finger, a five-colored venomous snake appeared in Yang Xuan's hand, hissing as it flicked its forked tongue.
Yang Xuan flicked his finger, and the poisonous snake was bounced far away. However, it did not escape. Instead, it revealed its sharp fangs and swam towards Yang Xuan. Then, it jumped up and viciously bit at Yang Xuan.
Chi!
A gust of wind shot out from his finger and pierced a bloody hole through the snake from head to tail. It was dead in an instant.
Yang Xuan's expression was cold. Some people were like this poisonous snake. If you let them go, they would think that you were easy to bully and would be ready to bite you again. For example, Sun Yi.
Standing up, Yang Xuan stepped out of the cave, but he was suddenly stunned.
Not far from the cave, there was a small tree with seven or eight vermilion fruits on it.
Without using his spiritual sense, Yang Xuan had already sensed the power of Heaven and Earth contained in these seven or eight fruits.
Martial Path Vermilion Fruit?
A thought popped up in Yang Xuan's mind. If it was really the Martial Path Vermilion Fruit, he was really lucky to find it in a cave halfway up a mountain.
The Martial Path Vermilion Fruit was a good thing that could help a martial artist step into the Venerable Realm from the One-Line Sky.
However, it was useless for Yang Xuan.
Since he had seen it, how could he not take it? He already knew why the poisonous snake attacked him. It was obviously guarding these Vermilion Fruits.
After putting the Vermilion Fruits into his interspatial ring, he thought for a moment and decided to return to Tang City first.
He had heard that apart from being famous for its medical skills and alchemy skills, the Tianyi Valley was also quite unique in the path of smithing. He wanted to ask Huang Chi to see if he could obtain some knowledge about smithing.
After hiding his figure, he flew directly to Tang City.
After secretly returning to Tang City, he found that the people from the Tianyi Valley had just entered the city.
The team from the Tianyi Valley was made up of about a dozen people. The leader was a thin old man with a fluttering white beard. He had a sage-like demeanor and should be a human cultivator.
Yang Xuan probed with his spiritual sense and found that the old man's cultivation was about the same as Ling Wudao's.
Nevertheless, the cultivation of a human cultivator could no longer be judged by the aura that was revealed outside. The real level could only be found out after fighting.
There were a few old men behind him. One of them was an old man with a red face, followed by Huang Chi. He was very respectful to this red-faced old man. It seemed that this old man was his master.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment. It was not a good time to go forward, so he just watched from afar.
The people from the Tianyi Valley were led by a few people. They walked all the way to a huge mansion in the center of Tang City.
"I didn't expect Old Mister Yan to come personally. I am Marquis Zuo, the Ninth Prince's subordinate. Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you!"
A voice sounded. Then, a man in his thirties, dressed in luxurious clothes, with an extraordinary bearing, appeared.
The moment this person appeared, the black pearl in Yang Xuan's body suddenly fluctuated.
Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that when he passed by Tang City, the black pearl fluctuated because of this person?
Why?
Yang Xuan did not know why the black pearl fluctuated.
"So it's Marquis Zuo, Master Zuo. I don't dare to trouble Master Zuo. I'm only here because I care about the people of Tang City. I want to solve the epidemic as soon as possible. There's no need for formalities." The old man with the surname Yan said lightly.
The man in luxurious clothes did not mind. He already knew that the Tianyi Valley's Yan Feixu was a divine doctor. However, he had a strange personality and did not like to interact with people.
"I am Fu Zhiju, the mayor of Tang City. Greetings, Old Yan!" There was another man beside the man in luxurious clothes. He bowed respectfully to Yan Feixu.
"No need for formalities!" Yan Feixu said lightly.
"Old Yan, please come in!" Marquis Zuo smiled.
Seeing the people from the Tianyi Valley being welcomed in, Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He walked forward slightly, wanting to follow behind the people from the Tianyi Valley.
Marquis Zuo, who was walking in front, suddenly paused. He then smiled at Yan Feixu and said, "Old Yan, please go ahead. I'll send away a scoundrel. I'll be back soon!"
Yan Feixu did not answer. He was not surprised. He only nodded slightly and then led the people from the Tianyi Valley into the building.
After Yan Feixu entered, Marquis Zuo's face turned cold. He waved his hand slightly and the person beside him looked in Yang Xuan's direction.
Yang Xuan was a little surprised. He did not expect Marquis Zuo's sixth sense to be so sharp. He only took a few steps forward and he was discovered.
Marquis Zuo's lips moved slightly. The person beside him nodded and then disappeared. When he reappeared, he was less than a hundred meters away from Yang Xuan. He then sneered and stomped his foot.
Yang Xuan was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He was shocked to see that the bluestone ground under the person's feet suddenly shattered. A person was shaken out.
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