Chapter 137 The last one?

Lin Du's victory was unexpected, but also reasonable.

Wu Xi's face turned pale, and now that he had calmed down, all the joints in his body were in severe pain. Not only did it hurt, but it also brought with it a lingering chill, as if an icy river in early spring had ravaged his weak spots. At first he did not feel much pain, but as he slowed down he realized that each icy particle had scraped away a piece of his flesh and blood.

He couldn't get up immediately.

A pair of dust-free silver brocade boots caught Wu Xi's eyes, and then the lingering voice sounded again, "Admit defeat, Junior-Martial Nephew Wu Xi."

Wu Xi was a little dazed. Whether based on experience or the depth of his spiritual power, Lin Du's chance of winning was only 10%. However, in the later stages of the fight, every step of the spiritual power seemed to have been anticipated by Lin Du.

One is the reaction ability honed over decades, and the other is the powerful brain power that is constantly deducing and observing during battle. He definitely lost.

Lin Du is really strong.

He covered his empty dantian. It was clearly May and he had just competed and exhausted all his energy. He should have been very hot, but his back was clearly covered in sweat.

"In reply to Uncle Lin," Wu Xi said with great effort, "I posted a message in Fu Si Fang asking for medicine."

Lin Du sighed, "What can't you tell me?"

"Because... after that person accepted the mission at Fu Si Fang, he demanded that the answer not be leaked."

Lin Du sneered, "What else do you want to say?"

Wu Xi said nothing. It was not right to say this, nor was it right to not say anything.

"What if I insist on you giving me that answer?" Lin Du lowered his eyes and said, "I remember that after Fu Si Fang issued a task, someone accepted the task and handed in the message. The Fang would give the publisher a complete scroll recording the message, right?"

Her voice was unusually intimidating. "A useless scroll in exchange for a life-saving herb. Your choice."

"You have to know that there is only one last clover left in this world. It's up to you whether you want to take it or not."

The two figures, one kneeling and one standing, were in a stalemate, but the adults who were watching on the other side started to make a commotion.

Ju Yuan stretched out his hand, "Give me money, give me money, give me money."

Pei Qin tried to cheat, "Money is not life-threatening."

Ju Yuan sneered, "You want to shirk your debt? I'll just throw you back to Qingzhou City. Believe it or not, you've already drunk a pot of my Immortal Pass today. Hurry up, the children are watching!"

Pei Qin cursed, "We sword cultivators are very poor. We can only fight, and we can't make money with our own skills."

"I'm poor too. My eldest disciple is in poor health and the younger one is still growing. We are so poor that we can hardly support him. You'd better hurry up." Ju Yuan patted his back, shook his head and sighed, as if he couldn't survive tomorrow.

Pei Qin gritted his teeth and took out the money, muttering as he did so, "You are just a bandit!"

Ju Yuan took the money and brought the man back, "Good brother!"

Lin Du drooped his eyelids and looked at the man with beads of sweat on his forehead with some impatience, "It's time, I should go back to bed, have you thought about it?"

She clearly did not release the pressure of Tengyun Realm. She restrained her aura, but when she stood in front of people, it made people feel like they were staring at an impenetrable misty green mountain.

Pei Qin wanted to step forward and say something, but was held tightly by Ju Yuan and could not escape.

Lin Du saw that Wu Xi still had his head down, as if he was struggling with something.

She laughed contemptuously, like the first yellow leaf falling in autumn, heralding the withering of a season, and it fell into Wu Xi's ears, tearing through his precarious wall.

"Uncle Lin, please."

Wu Xi took out a small scroll. The scroll was made of golden silk and looked quite luxurious.

Lin Du smiled, took the scroll, and walked towards Feng Chao.

There were only a few lines of words in the scroll, written in vermilion ink, saying, "In the inner storehouse of the Supreme Sect, there is a long-lost Wannian Grass, which is more suitable than the Wuwei Ganoderma for prolonging the life of people with broken golden elixirs. It is now used by Lin Du to prolong his life."

Lin Du narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look at Ju Yuan, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Only a handful of people in the sect knew about Mo Lin's natural spiritual bones, and only a few people knew that she drank the thousand-year grass to prolong her life.

But all this news will happen to reach the ears of those who covet it, and the people hiding behind it may be the same group of people.

Feng Chao urged her, "Go back to sleep, leave it to us."

Lin Du went back obediently without sleeping. He climbed up Tianrui Peak in the middle of the night and found Jiang Liang who was preparing to start refining the elixir.

She had practiced her footwork so that she could walk without making any sound. She just stood aside and frightened Jiang Liang so much that his hands started shaking and he squatted down and shrank back.

Lin Du: ...

"You wouldn't do that, would you? How about I kill a turtle for you and give you its shell. If you see someone next time, you can just hide inside it?"

Jiang Liang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice was from an acquaintance. He did not stand up and said in a muffled voice, "I am screening for medicine."

"You're ready to start the furnace, but you're still screening the medicine? Even if I haven't made any pills, I've read books!" Lin Du reached out and grabbed Jiang Liang by the back of his collar, preparing to lift him up. "I've given him a piece of the herb."

Jiang Liang originally wanted to resist, but after hearing these words, he stood up and pushed Lin Du's hand back, and his body swayed along with him.

"Are you crazy? Do you know that there are only ten plants in the sect, just enough for you to reach the 100-year mark, and you gave them to others?"

He picked up the dust whisk and was about to hit Lin Du on the head.

Lin Du was beaten so hard that he was scared and said, "No, Brother, please listen to my explanation."

"What the hell is going on? You want to die? I've worked so hard..." Jiang Liang's words came to an abrupt end because Lin Du threw a bottle of pills to him.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, please take a look." Lin Du stopped.

Jiang Liang opened the bottle and just glanced at it, then he was stunned.

"Where did you get these top-grade pills?"

There are four grades of heaven and earth fantasy, and each grade is divided into nine levels. The heaven grade is the most difficult to obtain and the most difficult to refine. Jiang Liang is the leader in alchemy because he can refine heaven grade elixirs.

"I picked it up in the secret realm." Lin Du spoke without thinking. The system couldn't let this matter leak out. He took the risk to show it to Jiang Liang today because he knew that Jiang Liang, who was socially anxious, would not tell anyone else.

Jiang Liang glanced at Lin Du again, and closed the lid again in frustration, saying vaguely, "You're lucky. It works. You won't die. Forget it. Just give it away. It will save him from kneeling to me again."

"I'm still alive, and that person kneels down on me. How creepy."

Lin Du smiled and said, "I wanted to see my master off in person. How could I die so early?"

It seemed as if she was going to end Yan Ye's life. Jiang Liang raised his eyelids and glanced at Lin Du.

"Yan Ye told me before that every time you missed a step while practicing your footwork, there was a period where you didn't need the support of spiritual power and just went straight down, as if you were determined to die. He asked me if I could tell anything was wrong by taking your pulse."

"I said I am a living judge, not the real King Yan, and taking the pulse is not fortune-telling."

Jiang Liang paused, turned his head to pack his things, leaving Lin Du with only his back, "We are holding you back, not to let you die."

Lin Du blinked, "I don't have that plan yet."

Jiang Liang just snorted coldly and said nothing.

When Lin Du said that, he really thought that Lin Du didn't want to live anymore.

The last one was originally intended to help Lin get through the 100th anniversary, just in case that one was missing.

"Why did you give him the herb? Just because you didn't want to embarrass me?"

There was finally nothing left to put away on the table, and Jiang Liang turned to look at her.

Lin Du lowered his head and smiled, "They already know that Wu Xi has come to the Supreme Sect several times and issued tasks in Fusifang, and someone has taken up the task, so this news is no longer a secret."

"If we don't give it to him, and word gets out, it will be hard for us in the Supreme Sect to survive. What if someone comes to ask about it later? After all, I'm still alive and well, so it will be hard for us to say anything."

"Just spread it out, and give the last one to Wu Xi, so that the outside world will completely stop thinking about it. Anyone who wants it can just look for Wu Xi."

Lin Du chuckled at the end of his speech, and Jiang Liang snorted, "You should stop thinking too much. You deserve it for thinking so much late at night..."

"By the way, is that why you came here to tell me this?"

Lin Du shook her head and looked out the window. There was a thin layer of moonlight and thick fog surrounded Tianrui Peak. It was like a haze that could not be blown away, and she could not see the way outside.

"I just had a fight with someone and got some insights. Brother, I'm going to practice Tai Chi again. Come and see if it's still calisthenics this time?"

Jiang Liang's expression froze. "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? Do you want me to teach you how to practice?"

Lin Du looked like a student who called his math teacher at midnight to ask questions about a competition, his eyes staring at his senior.

Jiang Liang resigned himself to his fate and threw away his whisk, "Practice! Practice!"