Chapter 337
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Chapter 337: Blood Ginseng Pill
Ye Yun’s voice was icy, as if rising from the deepest abyss of hell.
Duan Yunsha and Duan Hongcheng stood stunned, barely believing the taunting challenge they’d heard. They were instantly enraged.
As sixth-level Foundation Establishment experts and princes of the Jin Kingdom, they commanded life and death over countless subjects. Even Yan Changchun, Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, had never dared speak to them so contemptuously.
"You dare?!" Hot-tempered Duan Hongcheng sprang forward immediately.
"Come at me together." Ye Yun stared coldly without blinking.
Duan Hongcheng nearly charged when Duan Yunsha grabbed his arm. "Wait!" The older prince inhaled deeply. "This situation’s too volatile for reckless moves."
"What’s unclear?" Duan Hongcheng snapped. "Once Mr. Mei’s elder brother arrives, these clumsy fools will be slaughtered!"
Duan Yunsha’s brow furrowed. "What if this senior brother is late Golden Core stage? We’d be insects to such a cultivator. Even peak Golden Core or Nascent Soul experts could erase Jin Kingdom’s entire cultivation world with a wave."
As Duan Hongcheng tried arguing, Duan Yunsha pushed him aside. "Ye Yun," he declared, "this conflict isn’t between us. We won’t act before Mr. Mei’s senior brother arrives."
Ye Yun concealed his relief. His spiritual energy was nearly drained from fighting Chen Tianyun. Facing both princes would’ve meant certain defeat. Now he could conserve strength.
His gaze turned to Leader Du Chuntian. The shrewd clan head had already chosen his stance. Seeing the princes hold back, he echoed: "As they said, conserving energy serves us best."
Ye Yun sneered, amazed none detected his exhaustion. The crowd remained shaken by his earlier feat – slaying Elder Shi’s prized disciple, who’d wielded the Divine Talisman of Illusionary Three Absolutes and Spirit Demon Race artifacts.
When Ye Yun’s intimidating gaze swept the crowd, Shen Mo rushed down from Yan Changchun’s side. "Are you hurt?"
Pushing aside lingering doubts, Ye Yun grinned. "You doubt me?"
"Chen Tianyun had rare treasures." Shen Mo pressed a warm, fragrant pill into Ye Yun’s palm. "This might help."
"Blood Ginseng Pill?!" Mei Yansheng materialized before them, trembling. His twitching hand froze as Murong Wuqing’s murderous intent pierced the air.
"Just… surprised," Mei Yansheng stammered, eyes locked on Shen Mo. "How does a Heavenly Sword disciple get royal Great Qin Empire pills?"
"Royal family?" The crowd buzzed.
Shen Mo shrugged. "Just medicine. Brother Ye needs rest."
Ye Yun studied his mysterious friend – weak cultivator yet astonishing spirit stone absorber. Royal blood might explain much, but only their bond mattered.
"Xiao Mo…"
"Brothers forever." Shen Mo’s knowing smile accompanied their embrace, the pill’s medicinal fragrance lingering between them.
