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"Stop!" Just as Zeng Baichuan was about to make a move, a furious shout burst out like a dragon's roar in the distance. Then, rays of glow suddenly rose in the distant sky. Yang Mingju flew towards the direction of Zeng Baichuan and others like a wrathful god, with his hair and beard bristling.

Zeng Baichuan's whole body trembled. He hurriedly dispersed the wind blades in his hand, then stepped back quickly with one foot and distanced himself from Niubi.

"Bang!" Yang Mingju crashed to the ground like a cannonball. The ground paved with crushed stones, under his violent landing, immediately sent stones flying and filled the air with dust.

Yang Mingju walked out of the dust and came to Niubi in a few steps. Regardless of Niubi's bloody body, he picked him up and then quickly grabbed Niubi's already mangled hand with one hand. His index finger tightly held the pulse, looking extremely anxious.

After checking for a moment, Yang Mingju let out a long breath, his expression gradually relaxed. He turned his palm over and a round, golden pill appeared in his palm.

As soon as the pill appeared, the fragrance of medicine filled the air. A large amount of spiritual mist lingered around the pill. Yang Mingju looked at the pill in his palm, a look of pain flashed in his eyes. Then he gritted his teeth and directly stuffed the pill into Niubi's mouth.

As the pill entered the mouth, a powerful spiritual mist suddenly rose, tightly surrounding Niubi. Wisps of pure spiritual energy quickly circulated in Niubi's body. A layer of new flesh visible to the naked eye quickly grew on Niubi's body.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Ling Yun Sect were wide-eyed and tongue-tied, both envious and jealous. Such a divine medicine was actually wasted on a waste with low cultivation. What a waste!

Different from everyone's reaction, when Zeng Baichuan saw this strange scene, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, and his heart was filled with astonishment. Who exactly was this seemingly ordinary young man? How could the Double Supreme True Person be willing to rescue him with such a divine medicine?

Zeng Baichuan had been in the Ling Yun Sect for several years and knew deeply the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world. If this young man did not have an extraordinary relationship with the Double Supreme True Person, he wouldn't believe that the Double Supreme True Person would be so generous even if he was beaten to death.

A feeling of kicking an iron plate quietly rose in Zeng Baichuan's heart. While cursing Lu Zhong in his heart, he quickly considered how to face Yang Mingju.

When Yang Mingju saw that Niubi's injuries were getting better, he gently put Niubi down, turned to look at Zeng Baichuan, and his old eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Double Supreme True Person, this junior..." Sensing Yang Mingju's unfriendly gaze, Zeng Baichuan trembled violently and hurriedly bowed to explain something. But before he could finish, Yang Mingju's figure flashed and came to Zeng Baichuan. He raised his right hand and slapped Zeng Baichuan's face repeatedly, slapping him until he saw stars and fainted to the ground.

The other disciples of the Ling Yun Sect beside Zeng Baichuan had never seen such a scene. They were all stunned and dared not plead for Zeng Baichuan.

When Zeng Baichuan was lying on the ground like a pig's head, Yang Mingju's anger dissipated a little. He coldly glanced at the other disciples of the Ling Yun Sect and said in a deep voice.

"My disciple is just an ordinary person. How could you treat him like this? Is this the style of your Ling Yun Sect? If anyone dares to bully my disciple again in the future, I will surely seek justice."

After saying that, Yang Mingju snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, rolled up Niubi, and turned into a meteor, flying towards the Double Supreme Courtyard. Only a group of disciples of the Ling Yun Sect with pale faces and the already unconscious Zeng Baichuan were left on the field.

In a hidden place in the distance, Lu Zhong was standing quietly, clearly seeing the entire battle.

When he saw that Niubi could actually cast immortal techniques, his eyebrows tightly wrinkled, and doubts filled his heart. How could this waste who couldn't cultivate and had no spiritual energy fluctuations use immortal methods?

When Yang Mingju appeared, Lu Zhong's doubts grew even stronger. How could the Third Elder come to save a waste? This was impossible!

When Lu Zhong saw the yellow pill taken out by the Third Elder, his mind went blank and he almost shouted.

As a disciple of the sect leader, Lu Zhong clearly knew what the yellow pill was. It was actually the Great Recovery Pill.

The Great Recovery Pill, a top-grade mysterious pill, was said to be able to regenerate flesh and bring the dead back to life. Although the legend was inevitably exaggerated, according to several elders in the sect, when Yang Mingju traveled the world and was seriously injured, he was not willing to take it. But today, he actually stuffed such a precious mysterious pill into Niubi's mouth without hesitation. This was too strange.

Lu Zhong thought for a long time, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Anyway, Niubi must be eliminated. Now although he couldn't threaten himself, judging from the Third Elder's attitude towards him, there must be some unknown secrets between the two. And Niubi's existence had already made him unable to sleep or eat in peace.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhong snorted coldly and turned and walked towards the distance.

Yang Mingju stared at Niubi lying on the bed, his face extremely gloomy. The appearance of Niubi gave him new hope.

Forming a core was almost the dream of every immortal cultivator. Whether it was to extend life or increase strength, countless immortal cultivators rushed towards it like moths to a flame.

Yang Mingju had a third-grade Earth Spiritual Root and was currently at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage. This was already his limit. If he wanted to improve again, he could only rely on years of accumulation. But his lifespan did not allow him to go through this long process. And the appearance of Niubi just gave his dead heart a glimmer of hope for survival.

Whether it was to extend his own life or enhance his cultivation, he couldn't let Niubi die. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never let it go.

On the comfortable bed, Niubi slept very peacefully. Since he came to this world, he had never slept so sweetly.

Every day, he either tried to improve his strength or lived in fear to keep his secrets.

"Am I still alive?" Niubi opened his sleepy eyes. First, he looked around the room in confusion. When he found that the room he was in was his own residence, he was even more confused.

Niubi lifted the blanket on his body and looked down. He saw that the wounds all over his body in his memory had disappeared, and his skin had become as smooth as a baby's.

"What's going on?" Niubi scratched his head in confusion, then closed his eyes and performed the inner vision technique.

"Level three of the Qi Condensation stage?" Niubi almost exclaimed. What exactly was going on? How did not only all his wounds heal, but his level also increase?

Creak! Just when Niubi was full of question marks, the door was gently pushed open, and Wang Zun's handsome face appeared in Niubi's eyes.

"Junior Brother, you're awake?" Seeing that Niubi was staring at him blankly, Wang Zun's face immediately burst into a warm smile.

"Senior Brother! I remember that I lost in the duel with the disciples of the Ling Yun Sect. How..." At this point, Niubi stopped speaking and looked at Wang Zunly, waiting for his answer.

Wang Zun chuckled and told Niubi everything that happened during his sleep...