Chapter 137 The last one?

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

Wu Xi's face turned pale. Now that he was calm, all the joints in his body were in great pain. Not only was it painful, but it also brought a lingering chill, just like a river with ice in early spring raging through his weak points. At first, he didn't feel much pain, but when he slowed down, he realized that each ice chip scraped away a part of his flesh.

He couldn't get up immediately.

A pair of dust-free silver boots fell into Wu Xi's eyes, and then the lingering voice sounded again, "Admit defeat, Wu Xi, nephew."

Wu Xi was a little surprised. Whether based on experience or the depth of spiritual power, Lin Du's winning rate was only 10%, but when it came to the later stage, every step of the spiritual power seemed to be predicted by Lin Du.

One is the reaction ability trained for decades, and the other is the strong brain power that constantly deduce and observe during the battle. He really lost.

Lin Du is really strong.

He covered his empty Dantian. It was clearly in May, and a competition exhausted his physical strength. He should have been very hot, but his back was clearly sweating.

"In reply to Uncle Lin," Wu Xi said with difficulty, "I posted a message asking for medicine in Fu Sifang."

Lin Du clicked his tongue, "What's there to hide from me?"

"Because... after that person accepted the task in Fu Sifang, he asked that the answer not be leaked."

Lin Du sneered, "Why don't you tell me?"

Wu Xi said nothing. It was wrong to say it, and it was also wrong not to say it.

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

Her voice was rarely more intimidating, "A useless scroll in exchange for a life-saving herb, it's your choice."

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

The two figures, one kneeling and the other standing, fell into a stalemate, but the adults watching over there became noisy.

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

Pei Qin tried to shirk his responsibility, "Money is not as important as life."

Ju Yuan sneered, "You want to shirk your responsibility? I will throw you back to Qingzhou City. Believe it or not, you have already drunk a pot of Immortal Road Guide from me 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 by our own abilities."

"Am I not poor too? I am poor too. My eldest disciple is in poor health, and the younger one is still growing. I am so poor that I can hardly support him. You should hurry up." Ju Yuan patted his back, shook his head and sighed desperately, as if he could not survive tomorrow.

Pei Qin gritted his teeth and took out the money, muttering as he did so, "You are 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 sleep, have you thought about it?"

She clearly did not release the pressure of Tengyun Realm, and her aura was restrained, but standing in front of people, it made people feel like staring at the misty green mountains that could not be seen through.

Pei Qin wanted to step forward and say something, but was firmly held by Ju Yuan and could not get away.

Lin Du saw that Wu Xi still lowered her head, as if she was struggling with something.

She laughed contemptuously, like the first yellow leaf falling in autumn, heralding the end of a season, falling into Wu Xi's ears, and scratching through his precarious fortress.

"Uncle Lin, please."

Wu Xi took out a small scroll, which was made of golden silk cloth, and it looked quite luxurious.

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

There were only a few lines of words in the scroll, written in vermilion ink, "In the inner storehouse of the Supreme Sect, there is a long-lost Wannian grass, which is more suitable for people with broken golden elixir to prolong their lives than Wuweizhi. 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 a thought suddenly came to his mind.

Only a few people in the sect knew about Mo Lin's natural spiritual bones, and only a few people knew that she drank the Wannian Grass to prolong her life.

But these news would just happen to be passed to the ears of those who coveted it, and the people hiding behind it might be the same group of people.

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

Lin Du went back obediently, and did not sleep. She climbed to Tianrui Peak in the middle of the night and found Jiang Liang who was preparing to start the furnace to refine the elixir.

Now that she has practiced her footwork, she can walk without making any sound. She just stood aside, which scared Jiang Liang so much that his hands trembled and he squatted down and shrank up.

Lin Du: ...

"You're not going to do that, old man. How about I kill a turtle and give you its shell? If you see someone next time, just go back inside."

Jiang Liang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice was from an acquaintance. He didn't stand up and said in a muffled voice, "I'm screening the medicine."

"You're ready to start the furnace, but you're still screening the medicine? Even if I haven't practiced alchemy, I've read books!" Lin Du reached out and grabbed the back of Jiang Liang's collar, preparing to lift him up. "I've given away a Wanniancao."

Jiang Liang wanted to resist at first, but when he heard this, he stood up and pushed Lin Du's hand back, and his body swayed.

"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're giving it to others?"

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

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

"Explain it, you want to die? I've worked so hard..." Jiang Liang's words stopped abruptly, because Lin Du threw a pill bottle to him.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, take a look." Lin Du stood still.

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

"These few heavenly pills... where did you get them?" There are

four grades in the Mysterious World, and each grade is divided into nine levels. The heavenly grade is the most difficult to obtain and the most difficult to refine. Jiang Liang is the leader of the alchemy because he can refine heavenly grade pills.

"I picked them up in the secret realm." Lin Du spoke nonsense. The system couldn't let this matter out. He took the risk to show it to Jiang Liang today, and he knew that he, a socially anxious person, would not tell others.

Jiang Liang looked at Lin Du again, closed the lid again in annoyance, and said vaguely, "You are lucky, it can be used, you will not die, forget it, just give it to him, so that he doesn't have to kneel to me again."

"I am still alive, and that person kneels to me, it's disgusting."

Lin Du smiled, "I wanted to see my master off in person, how could I die so early."

These words made it seem like she wanted to see Yan Ye off to the end. Jiang Liang raised her eyelids and glanced at Lin Du.

"Yan Ye told me before that when you practiced footwork, every time you stepped on air and fell, there would be a period when you didn't need spiritual power to support yourself, and you would just fall down, as if you were determined to die. He asked me if I could tell anything abnormal by taking your pulse."

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

Jiang Liang paused, turned his head to pack up, leaving only Lin Du's back, "There are so many of us holding you, 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 Lin Du didn't want to live.

The last one was originally meant to be left for Lin Du to pass the 100-year mark, in case that one was missing.

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

Jiang Liang turned to look at her after finally putting away all the things on the table.

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

"If we don't give it to him, it will be difficult for us in the Supreme Sect to survive if the news gets out. What if someone comes to ask about it later? After all, I'm still alive and well, and it's difficult 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. If anyone wants it, just look for Wu Xi."

Lin Du chuckled at the end, and Jiang Liang snorted, "You should think less. You're not sleeping at night and thinking so much, you deserve it..."

"By the way, you came here just to tell me this?"

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

"I just had a fight with someone and got some insights. Brother, I will practice Tai Chi again. Come and see, is it still aerobics this time?"

Jiang Liang's face froze, "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? Let me teach you how to practice?"

Lin Du looked like a student who called the math teacher at midnight to ask questions about the competition. His eyes were eagerly looking at his brother.

Jiang Liang resigned himself to the fate and flicked the dust whisk, "Practice! Practice!"