Hearing this, Lin Yuan looked at Master Hong Shen, whose clothes were disheveled and whose beard was messy, with some surprise.

Because as early as when he came in, Lin Yuan discovered that Master Hong Shen was wearing a three-star creator badge.

Moreover, the fourth star on the badge of the three-star creator has risen, indicating that Master Hong Shen's creator ability has reached the peak level of the three-star creator.

It can be said that with his soul damaged, Master Hong Shen has reached the limit of what a creator can achieve.

It took a long while for Master Hong Shen to recover from the severe pain.

Master Hong Shen, who had recovered from his shock, picked up the water cup on the table, gulped down the water in the cup, and then spoke to Zhang Xiaobai.

"Bai boy, I have cured all those spiritual creatures whose origins were damaged that you sent me."

"But you can't owe me the money. As usual, if you don't have enough money, go and dig some fern roots for me when you go on a mission."

When Lin Yuan heard the three words "bitter fern root", he knew what the bitter smell he had just smelled was.

Master Hong Shen has always relied on the bitter taste of the bitter fern roots to suppress the pain of his traumatized soul.

This is also a good way to share the pain of a traumatized soul by using the sense of taste among the five senses.

When the tip of an ordinary person's tongue touches the root of the bitter fern, it feels like they are chewing coptis chinensis in their mouth for the whole day.

It can be called an inhuman torture.

However, this bitterness that ordinary people cannot bear is actually a relief for those whose souls are wounded.

Lin Yuan saw Master Hong Shen settling the medical expenses with Zhang Xiaobai.

Lu Pinru's four silkworms had been rescued and were spinning silk threads on the silkworm racks.

Lin Yuan was just about to see if he could rent a room from Master Hong Shen so that he could use the celestial-level fire elemental pearl to bake the sap of the snow-covered pine into snow-covered pine fragrance to heal Lu Pinru's soul trauma.

At this time, Lin Yuan only heard Master Hong Shen talking to Zhang Xiaobai.

"Go away, kid. I'm tired. Don't forget to dig up some bitter fern roots and bring them to me next time you come."

"Otherwise you don't have to come."

As he spoke, Master Hong Shen's expression turned ugly again.

He quickly took out the medicine bottle from his arms, poured out two pills made of bitter fern root and put them in his mouth.

To resist the pain coming from deep in the soul.

Lin Yuan said to Zhang Xiaobai who was walking towards him.

"Xiao Bai, go rent a place from Master Hong Shen. I'll go make the medicine for Lu Pinru to heal her damaged soul."

When Zhang Xiaobai heard this, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

How difficult it is to heal a damaged soul can be felt by just looking at the fact that Master Hong Shen has been relying on bitter fern roots to suppress it for so many years and has been unable to heal Zhang Xiaobai.

Originally, Zhang Xiaobai was ready to wait for Xin Ying and Tan Ran to wake up, and then go on a mission together to raise money and find a way to help Lu Pinru.

If one year's money is not enough, you can always come up with a solution by trying five or ten years.

But no one expected that Lin Yuan would take direct action to solve this problem.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaobai remembered that Lin Yuan was not only a healing spiritual professional, but also a creator.

Master Hong Shen was just about to open his mouth to mock him, but he saw what Lin Yuan had just taken out of the crystal bottle.

Master Hong Shen's eyes widened.

Master Hong Shen was not sure what the liquid in the bottle in Lin Yuan's hand was, but the liquid in the bottle gave off an icy and refreshing feeling.

After the pain disappeared, Master Shen Hong quickly spat out the bitter fern root pill that had not yet completely melted in his mouth and cursed.

“It’s fucking hard.”

Zhang Xiaobai was just about to discuss with Master Hong Shen about renting a room in the treatment center when he saw Master Hong Shen approaching Lin Yuan with small steps and shining eyes.

"Handsome boy, can you sell me some of the liquid in the bottle?"

"You can ask me to do anything!"

Lin Yuan looked at Master Hong Shen strangely.

Lin Yuan seldom goes out, and even though he has an excellent appearance, he has almost no chance of being called a handsome boy.

But now, being called "handsome boy" by an old man with greedy eyes, Lin Yuan felt his hair stand on end.

Especially the last sentence "You can ask me to do anything" made Lin Yuan confused.

Can you really do anything? You are so old, is there anything else you can do? Master Hong Shen saw that Lin Yuan did not show any emotion after hearing his request, but just looked at him in astonishment, so he immediately became anxious.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

He stared at the bottle in Lin Yuan's hand and reached out his hand to grab it.

At this moment, Master Hong Shen felt a cold pressure pressing him down to the spot, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The cold and overwhelming pressure only appeared for a moment before it was taken away.

Master Hong Shen glanced with fear at the woman who was looking at him with a sneer on her face, then remembered that he was tortured by severe pain in his soul several times a day, and said with gritted teeth.

"If you are willing to sell me some of the liquid in the bottle so that I can suppress the trauma of my soul, then you can choose any of my wealth."

"If you can completely heal the wounds on my soul, I am willing to work for you."

After saying this, Master Hong Shen pushed aside his messy beard and took out a black ring-shaped diamond-level soul-trapping box that was wrapped in his beard.

He solemnly took the black ring-shaped diamond-level soul-trapping box in his hand and handed it to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan looked at the expression on Master Hong Shen's face and thought of the pain that Master Hong Shen had just endured after his soul trauma.

It seemed as if I could suddenly understand why a creator was willing to use freedom as a bargaining chip.

Lin Yuan shook the milky blue liquid in the bottle and spoke.

"This is the sap from the body of a second-level Lord-level Mythical Snow Pine. Is there anything in your wealth that you can exchange with me?"

When the Bloodbath Mother saw Lin Yuan speaking, her eyes flashed with bright light.

It was clear that Lin Yuan was already envious of the old man in front of him who was in disheveled clothes and had a messy beard.

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, Master Hong Shen's face suddenly darkened. He glanced at the black ring in his hand and put it away.

Master Hong Shen took a step back and looked at Lin Yuan seriously and said.

“Although I am now a three-star peak creator, I have been stuck at the three-star peak creator level for fifteen years.”

"I believe that after my soul recovers, I will soon be able to master the method of using soul power to mix spiritual fluids, and I will be promoted to a four-star creator within half a month."

Having said that, Master Hong Shen tidied up his scattered clothes before speaking.

"I am willing to dedicate all my freedom to you and swear with the Rune of Will to become your follower."

First update.

(End of this chapter)