Chapter 288
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"I'm not hungry, Uncle Saketu." The youth waved his hand at the western region man. "You can keep it for yourself."
The western region man helplessly curled his lips and began to eat.
"Daoist, cough … cough … cough, come and drink the fish soup." After drinking several large bowls of fish soup, the rich merchant's face regained some color. He sat down heavily on the bag and called the goatee over.
The goatee got up and took the silver bowl from the rich merchant's hand and began to drink the fish soup.
Ye Fan expressionlessly observed the four people.
It was clear that the four people were not together.
It was obvious from the food.
The rich merchant only called for the goatee to drink the soup and did not let the western region man and the youth go over.
The western region man only gave the dried meat to himself and the youth, not to the other two.
"Little Ke Han Ru greets senior." The youth bowed slightly to Ye Fan sitting across from him. "Thank you senior for taking us in."
"No need to be so polite." Ye Fan said.
He had a good impression of the youth and the western region man.
The two of them did not drink the fish soup without his permission like the rich merchant and the goatee did.
Ye Fan was very particular about etiquette and naturally had a good impression of polite people.
"This is Uncle Saketu." The youth introduced the western region man to Ye Fan. "We met on the road."
The western region man nodded to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan nodded back.
"I didn't expect to meet people from my hometown in the wilderness of the extreme north." The youth said.
"You are with them?" Ye Fan asked.
The youth glanced at the rich merchant and the Daoist priest and shook his head.
Indeed, as Ye Fan had expected, they were not in cahoots.
"Mister, cough cough …" The middle-aged man said, "My surname is Qian, and I'm from Huainan. This Daoist priest's Daoist name is Xu Wei. This time, the two of us came to the extreme north to find the Soul-Returning Grass and save my old life."
The Daoist priest who was drinking the soup turned his head to look at Ye Fan.
He was observing Ye Fan's reaction.
Ye Fan was expressionless.
From the moment he saw these four people, Ye Fan had already guessed most of their identities.
The people who came to the Northernmost Glacier were definitely not here to look at the scenery. Eighty percent of them were here for the Soul-Returning Grass.
Seeing no reaction from Ye Fan, Goatee once again turned his head to drink the fish soup.
"What about you guys?" Ye Fan asked the youth, "Are you also looking for the Soul-Returning Grass?"
The young man shook his head. "To tell you the truth, I'm here to seek immortality."
"Seeking immortality?" Ye Fan had a puzzled look on his face. Since ancient times, there had been countless people who had been searching for Immortality. It wasn't a rare thing. However, those people who had been searching for Immortality had often gone to some remote mountains and forests, or spiritual mountains and great rivers to search for Immortality. He had never heard of anyone coming to the extreme north to search for Immortality.
The young man nodded. Ye Fan's reaction was within his expectations.
"Are there immortals here?" Ye Fan asked. Cold winds raged in the extreme north. There were glaciers and icebergs everywhere. Not to mention immortals, even humans couldn't survive here.
"Yes." The young man nodded firmly.
"I think you've gone crazy from wanting to find an immortal." Goatee let out a loud burp. As he spoke, he sat down. "I wonder which immortal is waiting for you here?"
"Great Emperor Zhenwu of the north," the young man said seriously.
"Great Emperor Zhenwu? Hahaha... "Goatee laughed maniacally." You're such an interesting child. If you want to see Great Emperor Zhenwu, go to the Daoist temple to pay your respects. Why did you come to this godforsaken place? "
The young man pursed his lips and glanced at Goatee. He didn't reply.
"What about this senior? Are you also here to look for the Soul-Returning Grass? "Ye Fan asked the man from the west as he pushed the stone pot in front of the two.
"Uncle Saketu came here to find an ice snake," the young man said.
"Ice snake?" Ye Fan asked, puzzled.
The man from the west named Saketu nodded.
"Uncle Saketu once caught a Fire Snake in the Southwest Desert and obtained its inner core. Who would have thought that after swallowing it, the inner core in his body would backfire. Every noon, his whole body would burn and the pain would be unbearable." The young man looked at Saketu and said, "Later on, I heard that there was a thousand-year-old ice snake in the extreme north. If you can obtain its inner core, the heat in Uncle Saketu's body will be cured."
Saketu nodded. He stretched out his hand and lifted the stone pot in front of him with one hand.
"Bang!" Flames instantly appeared in Saketu's hand. The remaining fish soup in the stone pot immediately began to boil!
Ye Fan frowned slightly. No wonder he felt the heat in the man from the west. So this was the reason.
At this point, the four people's goals were clear. The young man wanted to find immortals, the man from the west wanted to catch an ice snake, and Goatee and the merchant wanted to find the Soul-Returning Grass.
"Senior, what about you?" The young man asked Ye Fan. "What are you doing here?"
"Soul-Returning Grass." Ye Fan glanced at Goatee and the merchant as he spoke.
Goatee heard these three words and frowned slightly. He instinctively looked up at Ye Fan.
Their eyes met.
Ye Fan saw a flash of murderous intent in Goatee's eyes.
Goatee, on the other hand, felt a bone-chilling coldness in Ye Fan's eyes.
The merchant was stunned. He even stopped coughing.
There was a competitor!
Goatee began to feel complicated.
The young man in front of him was strange. He was young but had a head of silver hair. He was surrounded by cold air and had a Divine Weapon in his hand.
If it was a one-on-one fight, Goatee was no match for this person.
It seemed that he could not attack by force. He could only use his wits.
"Hahaha, so you are a kindred spirit." Goatee laughed. "It doesn't matter. This extreme north glacier is so big. There must be more than one Soul-Returning Grass."
Ye Fan smiled and did not comment.
"Senior, why are you looking for this Soul-Returning Grass?" The young man asked.
"To save my wife." Ye Fan said.
"So it's like that." The young man nodded.
"It's getting late. Let's all rest." When his beloved wife was mentioned, Ye Fan became silent again. He leaned his head on the Ever-Flame Sword and slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing Ye Fan fall asleep, the four people did not speak and went to rest.
The Ever-Flame Sword was constantly emitting heat in the ice house. With Ye Fan's spirit energy wrapped around them, the exhausted people quickly fell asleep.
However, there was one person who did not sleep. That was Ye Fan.
The situation was far more complicated than he had imagined. He originally thought that with his current cultivation, he could quickly find the Soul-Returning Grass. Now it seemed that it was not so simple. Now with the addition of a competitor, the situation was even more difficult.
It seemed that he had to hurry tomorrow. He had to find the Soul-Returning Grass before Goatee.
The night was silent.
In the early morning of the next day, before the sky was bright, everyone got up early.
Goatee told the merchant to stay here and wait for him. Then he went out alone.
It was clear that he planned to go out alone to find the Soul-Returning Grass. He would come back here at night.
The western man had his head down and was packing his bags.
The young man standing to the side secretly gave Ye Fan a look, indicating for him to come out and talk.
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