Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Meanwhile, Yangg Qing’er and Qiu Mo anxiously tried to stop him, "Brother Ye, you can’t let him go!"

Both of them had witnessed Yuncheng’s despicable, shameless, and frenzied cruelty. Yangg Qing’er, in particular, was furious at his ingratitude. If they let Yuncheng leave, he would surely retaliate and try to harm them in secret again.

"Thank you for sparing my life!"

Clutching his bloodstained, broken body, Yuncheng kowtowed to Ye Wushuang repeatedly in gratitude. Secretly, however, he was plotting to wait until he returned to the Fierce Demon Cave to slowly deal with Ye Wushuang and his group.

A wicked smile played on Ye Wushuang’s lips as he walked over to Qiu Mo and said lightly, "Wasn’t he trying to kill you just now? In that case, I’ll leave him for you to handle."

Me?

Qiu Mo, who had been anxious, was stunned for a moment before he understood Ye Wushuang’s kind intentions.

Yuncheng, who was still kowtowing, hadn’t even had a chance to stand up. When he heard Ye Wushuang’s sudden words, his body froze again. He raised his head, his expression stiffening. He never imagined that Ye Wushuang had no intention of sparing him.

After a long moment, Yuncheng roared in fury, "Ye Wushuang, weren’t you going to let me go? You’re going back on your word!"

"Go back on my word?" Ye Wushuang turned and shrugged. "When did I ever say I was going to let you go?"

"But you took all my Treasure Artifacts!" Yuncheng yelled.

"You gave me the Treasure Artifacts of your own volition, and I reluctantly accepted them. If anything, you should be thanking me," Ye Wushuang sneered.

"You bastard! You’re toying with me!"

Hearing Ye Wushuang’s shameless explanation, a venomous glint flashed across Yuncheng’s pale face. Seizing the moment while Ye Wushuang had his guard down, he scrambled to his feet and, with a WHOOSH, bolted for the cave entrance. Neither Ye Wushuang nor Qiu Mo reacted in time.

There was one exception, of course: Yangg Qing’er. The moment Yuncheng scrambled up, anxiety surged in her heart. Her True Qi flared as she snatched a longsword from the ground, lunged forward, and ran it straight through his body.

SWISH!

In a flash, both Ye Wushuang and Qiu Mo’s gazes snapped toward Yangg Qing’er.

"I... I saw he was trying to run, so I just..." Stared at by both of them, Yangg Qing’er immediately dropped the sword.

"Hahaha!"

Both of them burst out laughing, especially Ye Wushuang, who was also a little surprised.

After all, the Yangg Qing’er of the past had been just a fragile girl, but after following him, she had matured to the point where she could slay an enemy by herself.

’She’s become quite strong. Not bad at all!’

Ye Wushuang thought to himself.

Averting his gaze, Ye Wushuang kicked Yuncheng’s corpse into the Thunder Pool. Then, he turned to Qiu Mo and said, "Brother Qiu, there are probably a few grunts on guard outside. I’ll need you to take care of them. Otherwise, explaining what happened to Yuncheng could be a problem."

"Understood."

Qiu Mo understood what Ye Wushuang meant and walked out of the cave.

"I’ll go help him," Yangg Qing’er added, following Qiu Mo out of the cave.

After they left, Ye Wushuang turned to look at the Thunder Pool before him and took out the Evil Moon Thunder Order. He then began to channel his Blood Qi Power into it.

The Evil Moon Thunder Order flashed with silver light as it dropped into the center of the Thunder Pool, where it began to frantically devour the Spirit Thunder within.

It didn’t stop for several minutes, by which time it had absorbed more than half of the Spirit Thunder.

Ye Wushuang, on the other hand, looked completely drained and was drenched in sweat.

’Spirit Communication Treasures are truly terrifying. Just simply absorbing Spirit Thunder was enough to nearly drain me completely.’

Ye Wushuang retrieved the Evil Moon Thunder Order, a lingering fear in his heart.

According to the information he had, the Evil Moon Thunder Order was a storage-type Spirit Communication Treasure. For some special reason, it could contain a vast amount of the Power of thunder and lightning, which could then be unleashed at a critical moment to form a powerful attack.

In other words, if Ye Wushuang absorbed the lightning from the Thunder Pool into the Evil Moon Thunder Order, he could later release it when needed to create a powerful Thunder Attack.

This meant Ye Wushuang now had another trump card, one that could save his life at a critical moment.

’I used up the Dragon Blood Killing Sword, but I gained a powerful new trump card in exchange. Not a bad trade.’ Ye Wushuang put away the Evil Moon Thunder Order and walked out of the cave to rejoin Qiu Mo and Yangg Qing’er.

"This is for you."

Ye Wushuang took out several Jade Bottles and handed them to Qiu Mo.

"What’s this?" Qiu Mo asked curiously, taking the Jade Bottles in confusion.

Nearby, Yangg Qing’er also looked over curiously.

Ye Wushuang offered no explanation, merely gesturing for Qiu Mo to take them.

When Qiu Mo opened them and took a look, he almost cried out in shock.

"Fourth-Grade Elixirs!"

"And Fifth-Grade Elixirs!"

The Jade Bottles were filled with a significant number of Fourth-Grade and Fifth-Grade Elixirs.

"Brother Ye, I can’t take these." Qiu Mo tried to hand the Jade Bottles back as if they were supreme treasures. He had no idea how Ye Wushuang had obtained them, but he knew exactly how precious they were.

An ordinary Inner Sect Disciple could typically only afford Third-Grade Spirit Pills. Fourth and Fifth-Grade Spirit Pills were luxuries reserved for only the most talented disciples. This gift was truly too precious for him.

"Take them," Ye Wushuang said with a faint smile. "They’ll help you raise your Cultivation a great deal and might even help you leave the Fierce Demon Cave sooner." From their time together, he knew that Qiu Mo was a friend worth having.

Ye Wushuang was never stingy when it came to his friends.

Leave the Fierce Demon Cave!

Ye Wushuang’s words made Qiu Mo pause. That was right—his brother’s death was still unavenged. He really did need these things.

"Brother Ye, I will never forget this immense kindness for as long as I live. Once I have avenged my brother, I will go through fire and water to repay you!" Qiu Mo gritted his teeth, accepted the bottles, and spoke with grave sincerity.

"We’re friends, there’s no need for such formalities." Ye Wushuang clapped Qiu Mo on the shoulder with a smile.

"Friends!" Qiu Mo murmured, then broke into a smile. "Right. From this day on, you are my friend."

Qiu Mo was also a straightforward and open-hearted man, and so he accepted Ye Wushuang’s gift.

Then, Ye Wushuang took out another Jade Bottle and offered it to Yangg Qing’er.

"There’s one for me too!"

Yangg Qing’er was still feeling moved by the frank camaraderie between the two men when she saw Ye Wushuang offering her a Jade Bottle as well.

"Brother Ye, I have Spirit Pills. You should keep these," Yangg Qing’er said, not accepting it. She had followed Dii Qingxue, so she had taken Fourth-Grade and even Fifth-Grade Spirit Pills before. She was not in need of them.

But Ye Wushuang was different. Having been with him for some time, Yangg Qing’er knew that although he was incredibly talented, he lacked Cultivation Resources. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken such risks, like tempering his body under a waterfall or using lightning to cultivate.

For some reason, the thought made her heart ache for him.

"Are you sure you don’t want it?" Ye Wushuang paused, then smiled. "Aren’t you even going to see what’s inside?"

"Is it not a Spirit Pill inside?" Yangg Qing’er retorted.

Ye Wushuang chuckled and placed the Jade Bottle in her hand.

’Maybe it really isn’t a Spirit Pill? Am I overthinking this?’

Yangg Qing’er looked down at the Jade Bottle, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. She opened it.

The moment she opened it, her beautiful eyes went wide with delighted excitement.

"It’s a Beauty Pill!"

Yangg Qing’er clutched the Jade Bottle, her hands trembling slightly.

The Beauty Pill, a Fourth-Grade Elixir, possessed numerous miraculous effects such as enhancing one’s complexion and skin, but most importantly, it could preserve one’s youthful looks indefinitely.

It was, without a doubt, the Supreme Divine Pill every girl dreamed of.

Although this Spirit Pill wasn’t of a particularly high grade, its main ingredient, Phoenix Blood Grass, was extremely rare. Consequently, very few people could refine it, and not even some of the Major Influences had any.

If a Beauty Pill ever appeared on the market, powerful Female Cultivators would be willing to spend their entire fortunes to acquire one.

As a girl herself, how could Yangg Qing’er not be thrilled?

"Brother Ye, thank you!" Yangg Qing’er gushed, thanking him over and over.

Ye Wushuang was stunned. ’It’s just a Beauty Pill, isn’t it? Is it really something to get this excited about?’

Of course, he knew perfectly well the heaven-defying benefits a Beauty Pill offered to women!

Ye Wushuang thought of Ye Rou. ’I still have quite a few of these. I should bring some back for my sister when I return. She would probably be very happy to get this Elixir.’

Then, his eyes met Qiu Mo’s smiling face, and the two of them burst into loud laughter.

"Alright, let’s head back to the Fierce Demon Cave," Ye Wushuang said, teasing Yangg Qing’er a little before the three of them set off together.

On this hunt, partly due to the Lightning Eagles and other special circumstances, nearly half the participants had died. Only half of them made it back to the prison.

In the afternoon, Ye Wushuang and the other two arrived back at the main plaza.

"Brother Ye, I hope we’ll meet again in the Sect next time. Farewell!"

Back in the main plaza, Qiu Mo cupped his fist in a salute to Ye Wushuang.

"We will," Ye Wushuang said with a smile. Qiu Mo was still a prisoner, and Ye Wushuang knew he had to go back.

Ye Wushuang was also aware that Qiu Mo had been framed, but he didn’t have the power to help him right now. All he could do was watch him go.

"Let’s head back too," Ye Wushuang said to Yangg Qing’er. He was anxious to sort through and consolidate the recent gains from his Cultivation.

RUMBLE!

However, before Ye Wushuang could even turn, a group of unfamiliar faces charged out of a large hall at the front of the plaza. As if it had been prearranged, they swiftly surrounded him.

They were all dressed alike in light blue robes, each embroidered with a majestic tiger insignia. A single glance told him they were not Disciples of the Fierce Demon Cave.