Chapter 550: Chapter 493: Who’s the Baby’s Father?
A flying messenger bird flew out of the simple Guardian Mansion while Chicken Feather Gall’s face remained deathly pale, his eyes darting, avoiding contact with the fierce gaze opposite him.
Liu Zongyuan not only wanted to eat him, he even had the mind to skin him alive.
Bastard, let this Daoist spit on you!
"Just wait until I can move, you’ll see."
Liu Zongyuan gritted his teeth.
Chicken Feather Gall felt aggrieved and said, "Senior, you were the one who rushed to eat the first White Lotus, you proposed the deal, and from beginning to end I never..."
At this point, he didn’t dare to continue, because Liu Zongyuan’s eyes were almost bulging out.
Not only did Liu Zongyuan propose it, he even pushed for it.
And he was the one who kept praising the taste of the White Lotus.
Of course, Chicken Feather Gall didn’t dare to mention these things again, each would be like stabbing a knife to the heart.
The Artifact Spirit could already guess the situation, lying in the Sea of Consciousness and laughing so much that its Spirit Body was nearly dissolving.
Han Yu couldn’t help but laugh either, especially seeing Chicken Feather Gall’s pitiful face, and burst out laughing.
As for this, Liu Zongyuan’s face was livid. He wanted to speak, but immediately shut his mouth.
The two figures lying like dead dogs at Han Yu’s feet were no joke.
That alone was enough to calm him down immediately and face the other party with a calm attitude.
"Did you really take care of Yama Hall’s sixth, seventh, and eighth?"
The shock was undeniable, three people beating on others, capturing two, even if Gu Feng escaped, he must have fled in disgrace!
Liu Zongyuan knew the strength of the three. Under normal circumstances, even with twelve of them, they couldn’t gain much advantage.
Wen Xiong’s ability to scatter large quantities of plague, even if it couldn’t poison Cultivators of the Same Realm, could erode spiritual power, which was a major hindrance.
Yi Hong’s transfer ability was most adept at creating chaos in group battles.
Especially Gu Feng, although his control methods were simple, he could influence a cultivator’s Heart Demon on a large scale.
Overall, these three might not have strong abilities, but they were definitely like troublemakers who loved to stick together, so the twelve of the Celestial Dao Sect detested them.
"One escaped."
Han Yu’s expression of regret made Liu Zongyuan exclaim in astonishment. Just taking down one of the ten halls would be enough for them to be happy for a long time,
but this guy took down two at once and was still not satisfied.
However, Gu Feng escaping was indeed unfortunate.
"Perhaps your trouble has really just begun."
As Liu Zongyuan said this, he was inwardly delighted, because if Han Yu had trouble, then they could have collaboration, couldn’t they?
Ling Wuce came with a black face, and just a few days later, there were more captives?
This time he came alone, and after finding Han Yu, he was equally surprised by the heavily injured Daoist and that pitiful cowardly Guardian.
And then there were the other two people being firmly suppressed by Han Yu, Yi Hong and Wen Xiong!
When the two woke up, naturally, they struggled, only to be beaten thoroughly by Han Yu again, and thus were completely subdued.
After being reduced to the Realm of Transcendence, they didn’t even have the capital to struggle.
Ling Wuce looked at the two who had once again become like dead dogs, grinned, and couldn’t help but ask curiously, "How come you didn’t cut them down to mortals this time?"
Han Yu’s ability to strip Origins was no secret among their old acquaintances.
For this, Han Yu took out the Fetus Falling Pill.
Ling Wuce was curious and took it in his hand to observe, until Han Yu explained the pill’s effects...
Ling Wuce’s face turned instantly pale, and he tossed the pill back to Han Yu in one swift motion, retreating four or five feet.
Fetus Falling Pill: When the taker consumes it, a swaddling body is shed based on their origin, the aptitude determined by the origin itself, and the new body carries a randomly innate Divine Technique, limited to those in the Realm of Transcendence and above to consume! Side effect: The birth of a new body marks the death of the old body.
"You’re planning to test the pill on someone?"
Ling Wuce didn’t even need to think to guess Han Yu’s intent, but the pill was too terrifying, one pill and a Realm of Transcendence cultivator would have to die.
He hurriedly used spiritual power to wash over the hand that had held the pill in a continuous stream, afraid of being contaminated.
"Why are you getting more and more impoverished, traveling without even a person?"
Han Yu looked around and only then noticed that Ling Wuce had come alone. This, of course, wasn’t the point, the point was where was his Qi Fortune Cultivator?
Not bringing anything else, surely he should bring the Qi Fortune Cultivator?
To this, Ling Wuce replied resignedly, "The entourage is with the one surnamed Quan, he’ll be along shortly."
Hearing this, Han Yu was relieved, as long as the Qi Fortune Cultivator couldn’t run, it didn’t matter who came.
"About this pill..."
Liu Zongyuan, who had been listening silently to the two’s conversation, came back to his senses from the shock. He had just been completely frightened by the pill.
Not because of its effects, but because of its concept.
A single pill containing both life and death concepts, new life born, old life ceased.
"Cycle of Life and Death!"
Han Yu saw the other’s reaction and thought he was interested!
"Want to try it? It’s possible."
So Liu Zongyuan was dumbfounded, Han Yu generously offered the pill to him, almost feeding it to him.
Damn, you’re so enthusiastic!
"I’m not taking it, I was just saying."
Liu Zongyuan’s face flushed red, and only moments later did he laugh and decline.
He spoke only because he knew too little about Han Yu, never expecting such pills could be produced.
Ling Wuce, however, was already used to it. If this pill had appeared without Han Yu’s existence, it certainly could have caused a stir, but now...
Besides, the Mayfly Pill, a near-Dao level pill, was still the pinnacle of everything Han Yu had brought forth.
From life to death, then back to life, an endless cycle.
As for other pills, whether it was snatching time, adding lifespan, reversing fate, or altering another’s foundation, it was nothing short of abundant.
So with just a Fetus Falling Pill, Ling Wuce couldn’t care less.
But soon, the old guy raised a soul-searching question.
Because he suddenly had a wild idea.
"I just thought of something, whose child exactly is born from the Fetus Falling Pill?"
Ling Wuce’s expression was peculiar.
"Who’s the father, who’s the mother?"
This really touched upon Han Yu’s blind spot, and Han Yu also looked at Ling Wuce with an odd expression.
You really have too much time on your hands to consider such bizarre questions.
"I don’t care who the father or mother is, as long as it’s not me."
Ling Wuce shook his head and suddenly said seriously, "That’s not the point, you are the source of creation, the pill is yours, the medicine taker is definitely the maternal side..."
As for the paternal side, it goes without saying.
Just by saying this, Han Yu was indeed a bit disgusted...
...
Another person who was equally disgusted was the doctor!
Gu Feng, that bastard, intended to pin all the blame on him.
Not to mention the few crimes Gu Feng listed, collaborating with outsiders to kill his own people, concealing the presence of those posing significant threats to the Holy Sect, were enough to have him in serious trouble.
Luckily, Gu Feng was like a shrew scolding the street, stomping and throwing a fit, while the door of the towering palace in front of him remained firmly shut.
Could it be that the upper three were not interested in Han Yu?
While the doctor was secretly relieved, a voice suddenly floated out from within the palace.
"Both of you come in!"
At the same time, the imposing door instantly opened wide...
