Chapter 261
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As the shouting and cursing subsided, Master Lu Entropy’s face changed.
Ye Wushuang, however, turned to Master Lu Entropy and sneered, “Now you know how to speak nicely?”
“At the very first moment Tang Tianyou was framed, you, Master Lu Entropy, being a third-class spiritual pill master, if you had even the slightest bit of trust in him, wouldn’t you have stopped Wu Teng?”
“If you had believed in him, wouldn’t you have been able to stop Wu Teng and the others?”
Under Ye Wushuang’s piercing gaze, Master Lu Entropy’s face turned red, but he couldn’t find any words to defend himself.
“Now you know how to speak nicely? To take him as a true disciple? He is the descendant of Tang Wenchuan; you are not worthy to be his master!”
With these words, Ye Wushuang took the stunned Tang Tianyou and left. Mu Qiqi, Qing Shihua, Ye Qingfeng, Xiao Yuan, and the others hurriedly followed.
In the courtyard, Master Lu Entropy’s face was ugly, and he couldn’t regain his composure for a long time.
“Elder Cheng!”
Master Lu Entropy turned to Cheng Yuanbai and snorted, “What is the background of this young man? Just because he helped Qingyun Pavilion embarrass Shengdan Pavilion today, does the Pavilion Master value him so much?”
“Even if his pill refining skills are remarkable, he is only a first-class spiritual pill master. Are we supposed to rely on him from now on?”
Cheng Yuanbai sighed upon hearing this, patted Master Lu Entropy on the shoulder, and said helplessly, “Lu Entropy, let’s drop this matter. And I advise you, in the future, whenever you see him in Qingyun Pavilion, be polite and respectful.”
“You’ve seen it too. The Pavilion Master said whatever Ye Wushuang says, we do. The reasons behind this are beyond our understanding.”
Upon hearing this, Master Lu Entropy’s face turned even uglier.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Mu Qiqi led Ye Wushuang and the others to the Qingyun Pavilion’s medicinal storehouse. Opening the door to the storehouse, Mu Qiqi smiled and said, “You can take whatever medicinal materials you need from here.”
“If you need to refine any pills for Uncle Ye, Aunt Liu, or Feifei, just take what you need!”
“Other pill masters need a nameplate to enter the storehouse. From today on, you can go anywhere in Qingyun Pavilion without any restrictions. Whoever dares to stop you will die!”
Ye Wushuang nodded.
However, upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Ye Feifei, Xiao Yuan, and the others were all stunned.
What on earth had Ye Wushuang talked about with Mu Junli and Qing Mengli that made the seemingly untouchable Qingyun Pavilion treat Ye Wushuang with such an attitude?
Tang Tianyou, who was standing beside Ye Wushuang, was even more dazed.
Ye Wushuang, who was around the same age as him, seemed unfathomable to him.
Seeing Tang Tianyou staring at him in a daze, Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “Others may fear me, but you don’t have to.”
Facing Tang Tianyou, Ye Wushuang not only treated him as a descendant of Tang Wenchuan and took good care of him, but also felt as if he had been transported back five hundred years to the time when he was with Tang Wenchuan. This feeling was extremely precious!
Ye Wushuang came to the storehouse to select medicinal materials to refine some first-class spiritual pills for Mu Junli to suppress his internal injuries. At the same time, he indeed planned to refine some pills for his uncle, mother, sister, Xiao Yuan, and Uncle He.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang began to select the medicinal materials. As he walked past the rows of shelves, he patiently explained to Tang Tianyou about some of the materials he saw.
At this point, Qing Shihua could no longer contain herself and pulled her friend Mu Qiqi aside, unable to help but ask, “What on earth is going on?”
Mu Qiqi’s eyes turned red as she finally said, “My father is indeed injured, but Ye Wushuang says he can cure him.”
Hearing this, Qing Shihua felt utterly incredible.
Lord Mu Junli came from the Giant Sword Sect, which was as powerful as the Holy Pill Sect, and within the sect, there were no shortage of fourth-class spiritual pill masters.
If Lord Mu Junli was injured, the spiritual pill masters within the Giant Sword Sect must have intervened, but since his injuries were not resolved, it meant that even those fourth-class spiritual pill masters were at a loss!
Yet, if even those fourth-class spiritual pill masters were helpless, how could Ye Wushuang have a solution?
