At this time, Hu Qingniu had already sent someone to fetch the Ghostly Soul-Suppressing Grass.
This plant looks similar to Polygonum multiflorum.
However, it is much thinner and more upright than Polygonum multiflorum, and has three leaves growing on it.
Each leaf is thick and plump, about the size of a baby's palm, with clearly visible veins and a lustrous sheen, just like it was carved from jade.
The Ghostly Soul-Suppressing Grass takes a hundred years to take root and a hundred years to sprout.
It will take another hundred years for a single leaf to grow.
In other words, this Ghost Soul-Suppressing Grass has been growing for five hundred years and contains abundant spiritual energy.
Even in Ghost Valley, this is considered an extremely rare medicinal herb.
Hu Qingniu felt an immense pang of heartache.
But he still respectfully handed the Ghost Soul-Suppressing Grass to Ye Feng with both hands.
"Young Valley Master, here is the Ghost Soul-Suppressing Grass you requested. Please accept it."
The main purpose of this trip to Guigu was to obtain this Ghost Soul-Suppressing Grass.
Ye Feng took the Ghostly Soul-Suppressing Grass and put it into his storage ring.
"The people from the Korean National Medicine Cult will be coming to harvest our medicinal herbs in three days."
"At that time, I will take their lives and completely eliminate this threat."
After saying that, Ye Feng leaped up and flew to the deepest peak of Ghost Valley.
This peak is called Ghost Valley Peak, and it is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy. It is surrounded by spiritual herbs.
The speed of cultivation here is much faster than outside.
Over the next few days.
Ye Feng had been meditating here cross-legged.
The surrounding spiritual energy formed a thick white fog, extremely dense, which he was continuously absorbing into his body.
He had already entered the Nascent Soul realm.
Moreover, as his cultivation level continued to improve, the Nascent Soul cultivator began to show the vague outlines of facial features.
It's like an embryo that's constantly developing.
A large amount of spiritual energy was continuously absorbed.
Ye Feng's cultivation level was constantly improving, and the outline of his Nascent Soul's facial features was becoming clearer and clearer.
He was practically a miniature version of Ye Feng.
Furthermore, golden light emanated from his body, dazzling and radiant, making him appear like a god or Buddha.
Ye Feng entered a state of deep meditation.
Before we knew it, three days had passed quickly.
This day.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and a wave of murderous intent emanated from the direction of the valley entrance.
It must be people from the Korean traditional medicine sect who have arrived.
A group of people arrived at the entrance of Guigu Valley, exuding murderous intent and with unfriendly expressions.
Hu Qingniu, along with a group of high-ranking members of the Ghost Valley, blocked their path.
Who goes there?
A young man stepped forward, glanced at Hu Qingniu with disdain, and pointed to a middle-aged man behind him, introducing him.
"This is Cha Jun-hyun, the head of the Korean National Medicine School, and the father of Cha Ho-han."
"You killed the young sect leader, what is your punishment!"
Clearly, what happened three days ago has reached South Korea and is known to them.
After all, with such a big commotion, it was impossible to hide it.
Hu Qingniu snorted coldly and said in a strong voice.
"Che Haohan colluded with traitors from our Ghost Valley to secretly steal our various precious medicinal herbs. He was killed by our young master, and he deserved it."
Although his cultivation level is not as high as Che Junxian's.
But Ye Feng is there to back him up.
Hu Qingniu was not afraid of the other party at all.
Snap—
Che Junxian raised his hand and slapped Hu Qingniu across the face, sending him flying more than ten meters away. The slap knocked down more than a dozen old men from Guigu behind him.
After all, Che Junxian was a peak ninth-grade martial spirit master.
Hu Qingniu was only at the eighth rank of Martial Grandmaster, a whole realm lower.
Therefore, he was no match for Cha Jun-hyun at all.
Before Hu Qingniu could get up from the ground, Che Junxian quickly stepped forward, stomped on Hu Qingniu's head, and said condescendingly.
"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
"Hmph, my son died in Guigu."
"Today I will wash this place in blood and use your heads to appease my son's spirit in heaven."
A group of elders from Guigu rushed over to make a move, but were sent flying by Che Junxian's palm strike.
The dull thuds continued incessantly.
Several Guigu elders, whose cultivation was at the early stage of Martial Sect, were killed on the spot.
Hu Qingniu's eyes immediately turned red, and he struggled incessantly.
"You bastard, how dare you cause trouble in our Ghost Valley! The young master will not let you get away with this!"
Che Junxian snorted coldly and stomped Hu Qingniu's head into the mud.
"Since I'm here, I've made thorough preparations."
"Ye Feng, you will also die today."
Suddenly, a cold voice came from afar.
"Oh, who wants me dead?"
Then, everyone felt a blur before their eyes.
In the arena, a figure had appeared at some point; it was Ye Feng.
"Young Master, save me!"
When Hu Qingniu saw his savior arrive, he immediately shouted for help.
"Release them."
Ye Feng coldly rebuked him.
One of Che Junxian's followers, a first-rank martial spirit, stepped forward and angrily rebuked Ye Feng.
"How dare you! Who do you think you are..."
puff--
Ye Feng slapped it into a bloody mist with one palm, as if crushing an ant, without even blinking.
"They have no manners at all, they come in shouting and yelling."
"Don't you know how to say 'report' before you speak?"
Snap—
He raised his hand and slapped Che Junxian again, sending him flying dozens of meters away, half of his face covered in blood and gore.
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