"You are not sick!"

The alchemist from Zhongzhou looked at Grandmaster Hehuan and said with great certainty.

"Impossible, I am sick!"

"You're really not sick!"

"This is nonsense. I am definitely sick!"

Hearing this, the alchemist was helpless. Why was this old cutie so stubborn? Are all the people in the Hehuan Sect stubborn?

"Then tell me, what's wrong with you?"

The master suddenly hesitated, but finally said it hesitantly.

"My disciple has become a saint."

Hearing this, the pharmacist took a deep breath.

"This is a happy event. Congratulations on adding another great leader to your sect."

"But my apprentice is only a little over a hundred years old."

In an instant, the pharmacist's eyes turned serious.

"Could it be that you have suffered a calamity of no forgetfulness and have become hysterical?"

A saint over a hundred years old, are you kidding me?

Even in Zhongzhou, one cannot find such a genius.

"I'm not kidding!"

The master looked around, approached and whispered, "I suspect that this disciple of mine is not a human being, but was conceived by my disciple with divine power."

The pharmacist's expression suddenly turned strange.

"You mean the legendary seed that, once planted, will give rise to seven geniuses?

"Yes, I want to know where my other six disciples are."

Hearing this, the pharmacist took a deep breath and his expression returned to calm.

He slowly stood up and told the apprentice beside him, "Give her a larger dose of medicine!"

"yes!"

Then the pharmacist walked away, cursing as he walked: "This old man is really sick!"

After he left, the master fell into deep thought and talked to himself.

"Why don't you just invite Miss Ya'er over here so I can ask her clearly..."

As soon as this idea came out, she rejected it herself.

"We can't rush this. Anyway, the Hundred Sects Conference will be held in Zhongzhou soon. The girl will come here sooner or later. It won't be too late to ask then!"

"Master, it's time to take medicine!"

The little medicine boy came up timidly, holding the medicine bowl.

"Bah! Quack!"

The master spat at the person, smashed the medicine bowl into pieces, and left without looking back.

The little medicine boy had never seen such a scene before. His shoulders shook slightly and he was about to start sobbing.

"Be good, don't cry!"

The master went away and came back, stuffing a pile of spirit stones into the little medicine boy's hands.

"This is the medical fee. Your master is a scoundrel. Don't let him spread the word that I forcibly treated the overlord disease and ruin my reputation."

After she finished speaking, she took out a candy and stuffed it into the little medicine boy's mouth. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the boy burst into laughter.

Who could have imagined that the all-powerful Hehuan Sect master would carry such a thing to amuse children.

Seeing the little medicine boy jumping away, the master's face immediately turned gloomy.

She thought of her eighty-one disciples, none of whom had given her a grandson in all these years, and she couldn't help but get angry.

"What a bunch of rubbish! I'm going to go back and train them now!"

…

In the imperial capital of Lingxiao Empire, the baptism of heaven is nearing its end.

"Thank you, all the saints, and thank you for being my guest!"

The strong men below saluted respectfully, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.

For most people, today is undoubtedly the most eventful day of their lives.

The seven saints appeared together and the three demons were killed. This was definitely the most shocking event in the past thousand years. They were fortunate enough to witness and survive it, which was truly a great event in their lives!

"No need to be so polite."

As an elder and venerable, You Jingfeng admonished the people below: "From now on, you must practice carefully, one step at a time, and never rush into danger, as this will only bring disaster!"

Hearing this, many people blushed.

The reason they came here this time was to obtain the Yin-Yang Taoist body and thus reach heaven in one step.

But after experiencing several life-and-death ordeals, they also understood the truth that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and they all bowed their heads to learn.

"Now that you understand, leave. Don't stay any longer to avoid any changes."

As soon as the words fell, 60,000 cultivators responded at the same time and left the imperial capital one after another.

"Where's my senior sister?"

Zhou Tong breathed a sigh of relief. After the battle came to an end, the borrowed strength gradually faded away, and he just felt exhausted.

"I'm back."

Zhang Chuqiao and Qian Miaoyu returned together, holding a soul in their hands, which was the remaining soul of Zhao Wutan.

Under the pressure of these two people, Zhao Wutan had no chance to escape, and he couldn't even die.

At this time, his soul had already been corroded by the breath of annihilation, and he kept wailing in a state worse than death.

"Master, I finally got my revenge!"

The senior sister was in high spirits, and all the gloom between her brows was swept away, as if she had let go of a knot in her heart.

"Well done!"

When it comes to hatred for Zhao Wutan, Murong Ya is no less than anyone else.

"We can't let him die like this, otherwise it would be too easy for him."

"That's exactly what I meant."

The senior sister took out a jade bottle and was about to lock the other person's soul inside.

“Please spare me… Just give me a quick death!! Aaaaah!”

Zhao Wuotian's soul twisted and twitched, his face full of regret and fear.

"A bereaved dog has no right to beg for mercy, so just enjoy yourself."

Zhang Chuqiao was so cold and indifferent that she locked him in a jade bottle.

"don't want!!"

Following a scream, Zhao Wutian fell completely silent.

"Huh...it's finally over."

Zhou Tong spoke weakly, his eyelids half closed, and he stood in the air with a sore body. Then he was caught by Murong Ya and held in her arms.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Chuqiao immediately became extremely nervous and came up to ask.

"Don't worry, my little brother just consumed too much mental energy and fell into a meditative state. He will recover by tomorrow at the latest."

Sword Master and You Jingfeng came forward, each with their own concerns, and both wanted to talk to Zhou Tong.

"Don't worry, you two. Come to the palace tomorrow and I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

Zhou Tong said this with a forced smile, and then fell asleep peacefully.

"In that case, we'll take our leave now."

The two saints looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

By this time, most people had left, leaving the desolation on the ground to the people of Yuqing Sect.

Everyone who was alive in this battle won, except the Yuqing Sect.

Mo Liusu suffered a heavenly punishment, Tang Qi was abolished, and both of them fainted.

"Sister, are you leaving too?"

In a corner where no one else could see, Chen Ling'er asked Lian Hanxing, who had returned to her original appearance, somewhat reluctantly.

"My mission has been completed, and I will not continue to be someone else's substitute."

"But girl, if you can't stay in Yuqing Sect anymore, go to Zongqing Sect. You will still be the senior sister there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Hanxing left the team and flew towards the palace.