When Ye Feng returned to the manor and saw the scene before him, he was taken aback.
A group of martial artists were seen running laps around the manor, singing loudly as they ran.
"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast."
"One has no ears, one has no tail, how strange, how strange..."
The old weasel stood on a high platform at the entrance of the manor, its chest puffed out, gesturing with a baton in its hand, like a conductor at a large concert, howling loudly with its head held high.
"Speak louder, show your spirit!"
As a result, the voices of the many martial artists grew even louder.
Everyone's face was filled with worship, as if they were looking at the old weasel as if it were a high and mighty god, bowing down in reverence.
These were all Shang Ming and Yan Song's former subordinates, who were subdued by the old weasel using illusion magic.
In other words, these people were completely immersed in the illusion created by the old weasel, doing whatever they were told to do.
Moreover, among them are three Martial Saints and one Martial King at the peak of the first rank.
Although the old weasel's cultivation level was not as high as theirs, it could still use illusions to confuse them.
This may be a secret skill that the old weasel was born with, and cannot be understood by common sense.
The old weasel darted and leaped to Ye Feng's side. With its rising status and demonstrated loyalty, it no longer needed to transform into a big black guard dog like it had at the beginning.
But the old man's fawning expression was even stronger than before, his old face beaming like a wild chrysanthemum.
"Sect Leader, do you see this? This is the believer group I just formed, hehe..."
Ye Feng was speechless for a moment, then, sensing that the other party still had something to say, he asked.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"hey-hey……"
The old weasel rubbed his hands together, looking rather embarrassed.
"Um, I've recently encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation. Could the sect leader perhaps grant me a Body Tempering Pill as a reward..."
Beside him, Xiahou Ba gave a disdainful snort.
"Those who offer unsolicited favors are either treacherous or thieves."
The old weasel was so angry that it puffed out its beard and glared at Xiahou Ba.
"You damned butcher, how dare you slander this immortal!"
Xiahou Ba rolled his eyes and said.
"I'm just telling the truth. Besides farting and confusing people, what else can you do?"
The old weasel roared angrily.
"You're courting death! How dare you blaspheme this immortal! I'll kill you with a fart!"
After saying that, he stuck out his big butt and was about to unleash his ultimate move.
Ye Feng didn't want to smell that stench, so he quickly tossed it a Body Tempering Pill and sent it away.
"Thank you, Sect Master."
The old weasel finally gave up and accepted the Body Tempering Pill with a fawning expression.
Incidentally, Ye Feng also gave Xiahou Ba one.
Xiahou Ba was overjoyed, held it in his hands, and was just about to swallow it.
Suddenly, the old weasel came over, sniffed, and shook its head.
"No, this Body Tempering Pill is fake; it doesn't taste right."
Xiahou Ba was taken aback, carefully examining the Body Tempering Pill in his hand, and asked in confusion.
"How could that be? The sect leader just gave it to me, how could it be fake?"
The old weasel said earnestly.
"If you don't believe me, bring it here so I can see."
After saying that, he moved forward a little more.
Taking advantage of Xiahou Ba's inattention, it grabbed him with one claw and ran into the back mountain, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Later, Xiahou Ba realized he had been tricked and flew into a rage, quickly chasing after him.
"Damn it, you old weasel, how dare you play tricks on me! Give me back my Body Tempering Pill! This time I'll skin you alive! Stop right there..."
Suddenly, chaos erupted on the back hill.
Ye Feng was speechless.
It is worth mentioning that the God of War is not in mortal danger, but he has damaged some of his vital essence and needs to recuperate for a period of time.
Master Liu, the Divine Physician of Guigu, bid farewell to Ye Feng and headed to Guigu to gather spiritual herbs.
Whoosh!
The old weasel suddenly appeared again, put its arm around the shoulder of the Divine Physician Guigu, and said very warmly.
"Brother, remember what you promised me. We fought together after all, so don't forget."
Every time this old guy unleashes a powerful attack, he reeks of a foul, pungent odor.
Moreover, its lingering presence greatly diminishes its image as a celestial being.
At least that's what it thinks.
Therefore, we would like to ask the legendary physician Ping Yaowang from Guigu Valley to concoct some miraculous medicines to remove this foul smell.
Pingyao Wang frowned and subconsciously put some distance between himself and the creature; the pungent smell emanating from it was indeed quite unpleasant.
"Brother, this isn't difficult, but once you get rid of this pungent smell, it will affect the power of your ultimate move."
You should think this through.
Logically speaking, the stronger the flavor, the greater the power and destructive force of the ultimate move.
The old weasel was aware of this, but it was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.
"Isn't there any other way?"
King Ping shook his head.
"So far, this problem is difficult to solve; you can't have your cake and eat it too."
He wanted to maintain his immortal image while also increasing the destructive power of his ultimate move, leaving even the legendary healer Guigu helpless.
The old weasel, with its hands behind its back, trembled slightly as it sighed helplessly.
It seems that maintaining this immortal image is not easy.
Sudden.
Xiahou Ba caught up from behind and started cursing angrily from a distance.
"Damn it, you weasel! Give me back my Body Tempering Pill! How dare you lie to me! I'll skin you alive!"
The old weasel chuckled, its words utterly cunning.
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