Chapter 908

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Upon hearing these words, Su Chenyang let out a bitter smile and said, “My lord, actually, it’s not that Lord Siyin cannot solve my problem. It’s just that… even though I know the solution, I simply cannot achieve it!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang looked curiously at Siyin and Su Chenyang.

Lord Siyin spoke slowly, “Old Su’s injuries are the result of years of accumulated wounds from our constant flight and battles. There are various poisonings, injuries from others’ spiritual energy attacks, and so on, all piled together, making it quite a difficult situation…”

“Only an eighth-grade spirit pill—the Xuantian Qingling Pill—can resolve his long-standing ailments, injuries, and toxins.”

“The ingredients required for the Xuantian Qingling Pill are primarily Tianjin Sand, Tai Chu Life Stone, Jiujie Puchang, Baluo Blood Ginseng, and Yinhun Lotus. Any one of these five is extremely hard to find!”

These five heavenly and earthly spiritual materials are somewhat easier to find than the Undying Fusang Tree, the Nine Abyss Iron Cold Ice, or the Bingji Tian Ti Paste.

But even so, gathering all five of these materials is incredibly difficult!

Unless one searches in the Central Continent of Tianyun.

However, over the years, the Lingjian Pavilion has likely never given up searching for them.

If they were to return to the Central Continent, they would probably be found by the nine elders of the Lingjian Pavilion before they even had a chance to look for the ingredients!

Ye Wushuang furrowed her brows and then said, “Let me take a look.”

With that, Ye Wushuang began to examine Su Chenyang.

The reason Su Chenyang was able to leave the mountains this time was because Ye Wushuang had obtained the Lihun Pearl, which had stabilized his condition for now.

But Su Chenyang’s situation was far from suitable for taking action.

Otherwise, he would lose his life.

He was not much better off than Yin Shenghao.

After a long while,

Ye Wushuang finished her examination, picked up the teacup on the table, and sighed.

If Yin Shenghao was on the brink of death, like a dilapidated house that could collapse at any moment,

then Su Chenyang’s body was like a broken-down temple, leaking from all sides, unable to provide shelter from the wind and rain, and even decaying further under the sun and rain.

“Indeed, only the eighth-grade spirit pill, the Xuantian Qingling Pill, can completely remove all of Chenyang’s injuries and toxins.”

Upon hearing this, Su Chenyang felt a sense of disappointment.

Although Lord Siyin had said that an eighth-grade spirit pill was virtually impossible, he had still harbored some hope.

He had hoped to meet Lord Shenglingtian again, and with Lord Shenglingtian’s prowess, there might have been another way.

But now that Ye Wushuang had spoken,

Su Chenyang’s last glimmer of hope was extinguished!

An eighth-grade spirit pill!

It was just too difficult to refine.

Even if Siyin could refine it, without the main ingredients, it was like trying to cook without rice—utterly hopeless.

Su Chenyang then laughed with a sense of resignation and said, “Now that my lord has returned safely, I can wait.”

“When my lord returns to his peak and takes revenge on the Lingjian Pavilion, the ingredients for the Xuantian Qingling Pill can be gathered and refined successfully.”

Lord Siyin looked at Su Chenyang with a serious expression and said, “I think, given your current condition, you might not make it until then.”

Su Chenyang looked at Siyin with a strange expression.

This woman, she just loves to mock people!

Ye Wushuang also said earnestly, “I think so too.”

What?

My lord, you say that too?

Su Chenyang’s face froze in surprise.

“I am now at the ninth level of the Tengang realm. Even if I were to return to my peak as quickly as possible, it would still take five to ten years. You won’t live that long!”

Su Chenyang said with a bitter face, “If I gain my life, I lose my fortune. To see my lord again is more than enough for me.”

“Hahaha…”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang laughed and said, “Alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Su Chenyang was taken aback.

“Although I can’t cure you now, I can definitely help you live a few more years, at least long enough to hold on.”

“Moreover, while the Xuantian Qingling Pill is hard to find, if we have the Jiutian Xuming Dew, your condition will improve significantly.”

Jiutian Xuming Dew?

Ye Wushuang continued, “Your body now is like a broken-down temple, with a leaking roof, drafts from all sides, and filled with weeds and broken wood, in complete disarray.”

“But if we have the Jiutian Xuming Dew, at least we can fix the leaking roof and the drafts, and gather all your problems into one place.”

“In essence, it will consolidate all the issues into one point. Although it won’t restore you to your peak, it will at least ensure that your life force does not continue to drain away.”

Su Chenyang’s face was filled with hope.

This meant that if they could find the Jiutian Xuming Dew, he could at least stabilize his condition and wait for Ye Wushuang to grow stronger and eventually cure him.

“My lord, where can we find the Jiutian Xuming Dew?”

If this too had to be sought in the Central Continent of Tianyuan, then it was basically hopeless.