Hearing that Cang Yu agreed to help him, Wei Zhao was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked Cang Yu: "Thank you, senior!"
After thanking Cang Yu, he looked at Elder Wen and said, "Elder Wen, I was the first one to discover this Evergreen Grass, so it should belong to me. Please return it to me, Elder Wen."
If Cang Yu had not agreed to help, Wei Zhao would not have dared to say such things to Old Wen. Even when Old Wen dug up the thousand-year-old evergreen grass, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. But now that he has the support of Cang Yu, a powerful dragon, he does not have to worry about angering Old Wen.
As for whether he would be retaliated against after offending Old Wen, a powerful cultivator in the fusion stage, Wei Zhao was not afraid. He was a member of the Xuantian Sect, and his master was the supreme elder, a powerful cultivator in the late fusion stage. After he got out, Old Wen would not dare to cause trouble for him, unless he was not afraid of offending the Xuantian Sect and his master.
As soon as he realized that Wei Zhao wanted this Evergreen Grass, Elder Wen quickly dug it out and put it into his storage bag. So when he heard Wei Zhao asking him to hand it over, he was unwilling to do so and said immediately: "This Evergreen Grass belongs to me. How can I give it to you!"
In fact, Elder Wen was not sure whether he could make a breakthrough in his cultivation, so this thousand-year-old evergreen grass that could be used to refine high-level, or even higher-grade, longevity pills was particularly important to him. So even if this thousand-year-old evergreen grass was discovered by Wei Zhao first, so what? Now that he had obtained it, it was his.
Before Wei Zhao could continue speaking, Lilia on the side spoke for him.
"Grandpa, since the Sixth Elder discovered this Changchun Grass, it belongs to him. How can you take it away? This is wrong!"
As Mr. Wen has not much time left in his life, his body has shown signs of aging. His hair is now gray, his skin is wrinkled, and he looks very old, so Lilia calls him Grandpa.
Although Lilia's voice is soft and cute, it sounds particularly harsh to Mr. Wen.
How dare a three-year-old kid teach him how to do things? To blame him is simply disrespectful to him!
Ever since he reached the Nascent Soul stage, few people dared to speak to him like this. When his cultivation reached a higher level, he was respected wherever he went, and no one dared to say a word against him.
Immediately, Elder Wen said angrily: "A young boy who is still wet behind the ears dares to teach me a lesson. He must be tired of living!"
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and an attack filled with murderous intent flew towards Lilia.
Obviously he was angered by Lilia's words and wanted to take Lilia's life.
"No!" Wei Zhao shouted nervously upon seeing this.
Although he knew that Cang Yu was there and would not let Lilia get hurt, Wei Zhao still subconsciously tried to block Old Wen's attack. However, his cultivation was two realms lower than Old Wen's. Even if Old Wen's attack was not at his full strength, he could not stop it.
Not only did he fail to block the attack, he also suffered the backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When Lilia realized that Old Wen was going to attack her, she nervously tried to block the attack flying towards her, but the next second, she saw the attack suddenly disappear.
She subconsciously turned around to look at Cang Yu beside her, then hugged his thighs and accused him: "Uncle Cang Yu, this old man wants to kill Lilia!"
She was frightened just now. If Uncle Cangyu hadn't been there, the attack would have definitely landed on her, and she would have definitely died. Thinking of this, she still felt a little scared.
In fact, Lilia knew that Cang Yu would protect her and would not let anyone hurt her, but when she saw such a fierce and terrifying attack coming towards her, she was still frightened at first.
After seeing that Mr. Wen's attack was resolved, Wei Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he knew that Cang Yu would protect Lilia, he could only feel at ease after he took action.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here and no one can harm your life." Cang Yu patted Lilia's head soothingly, and then his eyes fell on Old Wen.
In an instant, an invisible pressure poured out and headed straight towards Old Wen.
This person dared to bully the kid he cared about in front of him. Did he really think he didn't exist?
At that moment, Mr. Wen felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He fell to his knees on the ground, unable to bear the pressure.
Old Wen had not expected Cang Yu's cultivation to be so terrifying. At this moment, he deeply regretted why he was so impulsive.
"Please... please spare my life, Immortal Lord..."
At this moment, blood was slowly flowing from the corner of Old Wen's mouth, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat from fear. He looked particularly embarrassed, which formed a sharp contrast with his previous arrogant appearance.
At this moment, he no longer cared about his face. He just wanted to beg Cang Yu for mercy and let him go.
The other people present were so frightened that they dared not speak. They could only watch silently, fearing that Cang Yu would notice them.
Even a powerful fusion-stage warrior like Elder Wen is no match for Cang Yu. So those who can't even beat Elder Wen are definitely no match for him.
As for the other two people from the Divine Weapon Pavilion, although they were worried about the safety of Master Wen, they dared not speak out in this situation, for fear that they would also be affected.
This man's strength is too terrifying. I don't know when such a powerful man appeared in the world of cultivation, and why they have never heard of him.
"Lilia, what do you think we should do?" Cang Yu looked down at Lilia and left the decision to her.
Lilia glanced at Elder Wen, then said, "Tell him to return the Changchun grass to the Sixth Elder."
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