Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1241 - 1166: Returning the Sword

After witnessing Ye Qingfeng dominate and slay two Japan Swordsmen, Liu Yifeng was utterly impressed with Ye Qingfeng, so much so that he proactively requested to greet Ye Qingfeng and apologize on behalf.

"Alright, I won’t dwell on it. I settle my grudges on the spot and don’t harbor them. As for those two Japan Swordsmen, if they hadn’t provoked me, I wouldn’t have interfered," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

"Alright, let’s head to the Heavenly Spirit Pond!" Ye Qingfeng was too lazy to waste words with Liu Yifeng.

As long as no one provokes him, he won’t bear grudges. But if someone does provoke Ye Qingfeng, even the Mountain River Sect, a National Guardian Sect, he won’t hesitate to annihilate!

Ye Qingfeng followed Liu Yifeng out. A few people left the city in a vehicle and arrived in an open land, where they noticed that the Time Pavilion had already arrived, along with over a hundred Martial Artists present.

These must be the disciples who ranked in the top twenty during the Sect Competition. They all have the opportunity to enter the Heavenly Spirit Pond. The rest are likely members from the sects of these disciples.

"Is everyone here? Can we go to the Heavenly Spirit Pond now?"

Ye Qingfeng walked up directly and asked.

"Ye Qingfeng, here’s the thing. We heard you’re willing to prepare a hundred bottles of Elixir, and these Martial Artists are willing to forgo their opportunity to enter the Heavenly Spirit Pond in exchange for a bottle of Elixir."

Elder Xi came over and said to Ye Qingfeng. There are twenty disciples in total, and Ye Qingfeng promised them a hundred bottles of Elixir, with each receiving a bottle, leaving Time Pavilion with eighty bottles.

It can be said that these hundred bottles of Elixir can elevate the prowess of Jiangdong Martial Artists to another level.

"That’s exactly what I wanted." Ye Qingfeng was naturally pleased. After all, he had already promised the Elixirs, and with no other disciples entering the Heavenly Spirit Pond, it would be more convenient for him to act.

"Alright, here are a hundred bottles of Elixir. Take them, and then take me to the Heavenly Spirit Pond."

With a casual wave of his hand, a hundred bottles of Elixir suddenly appeared on the ground.

All the Martial Artists froze, staring at the densely packed Elixirs on the ground. Where did Ye Qingfeng get these from?

This is simply the work of an Alchemy Dao Master!

"Thank you, Senior Ye, for the Elixir!"

A group of Martial Artists respectfully bowed, their hearts ablaze. This Elixir, crafted personally by Ye Qingfeng, was far more valuable than the now-declining Heavenly Spirit Pond.

Especially for those ranked eleventh to twentieth, who only had entry slots to the Heavenly Spirit Pond but no entitlement to the Elixir; to receive Ye Qingfeng’s Elixir was a great surprise.

The Heavenly Spirit Pond was insignificant to them now; it no longer held much utility. These Martial Artists looked at Ye Qingfeng, hearts full of gratitude.

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The people of Time Pavilion distributed Ye Qingfeng’s Elixir, a bottle for each disciple. The disciples immediately opened the bottles, sniffing the contents, and their faces lit up with delight.

This Master Ye is indeed a peerless genius in Alchemy as the potency of the Elixir is formidable. With the Elixir’s aid, their cultivation would undoubtedly make breakthroughs soon.

"Ye Qingfeng, have you finished preparing the Elixirs? Didn’t we supply the medicinal materials and have you wait until after you came out of the Heavenly Spirit Pond..."

The grey-robed elder asked in surprise.

"With nothing else to do, I crafted these Elixirs." Ye Qingfeng shook his head. Earlier, he had just advised Lu Qi on Alchemy Technique, so he crafted these Elixirs along the way.

The grey-robed elder was speechless, hearing Ye Qingfeng speak as if he just had a bite to eat. This is a hundred bottles of Elixir; how could it be so easy to prepare?

Even the Sect Leader of Hundred Herbs Hall would require months to prepare this, yet Ye Qingfeng did it in just two days. Moreover, the elders knew that Ye Qingfeng used ordinary secular herbs.

"In that case, please tell me the value of these Elixir materials, and our Time Pavilion will reimburse you," the grey-robed elder said, knowing full well that the pavilion still had resources, even though they did not meddle in the secular world.

"No need, it’s just a few million; take me to the Heavenly Spirit Pond quickly."

Ye Qingfeng had no interest in quibbling over such matters; his thoughts were fixated on the Heavenly Spirit Pond.

Other Martial Artists were shocked to hear Ye Qingfeng’s words. The cost of refining such Elixirs was only a few million?

That means the cost per bottle was only a few thousand? As a Martial Artist, who among them didn’t have tens of millions? A few million is nothing to them, let alone Ye Qingfeng.

If Ye Qingfeng sold these Elixirs, it would be like having a money-printing machine—an incredibly rapid way to make money. If anyone could follow this young man, wouldn’t they have a continuous supply of Elixirs? No wonder Ye Qingfeng’s prowess was so terrifying, and those around him were geniuses; clearly, it wasn’t without reason.

The grey-robed elder did not insist further. A few million was nothing to them, and he nodded, saying, "Alright, let’s proceed to the Heavenly Spirit Pond."

"Wait a moment!"

Just then, a loud voice rang out as a man in his fifties clad in white robes stepped out briskly.

His white garments fluttered, wielding a slender sword, and despite his age, he had a graceful air, suggesting he was undoubtedly a Sword Dao master.

"Mr. Ye Qingfeng, I am Yue Lingfeng, Sect Master of Xuanyu Sect," the middle-aged swordsman introduced himself to Ye Qingfeng with a gesture of respect.

Accompanying him was Xuanyu Sect’s prized disciple, Wang Jinlun. Wang Jinlun’s injuries were not severe and were mostly healed. Standing beside Yue Lingfeng, his expression seemed somewhat odd.

Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly, not knowing what the man was up to. He only wanted to enter the Heavenly Spirit Pond and had no interest in dealing with these trivial matters.

"What do you want?" Ye Qingfeng asked impatiently.

"Mr. Ye Qingfeng, I mean no offense. There is something, however, that you may have forgotten to return to our Xuanyu Sect," Yue Lingfeng said to Ye Qingfeng, remaining relatively polite.

"Something?" Ye Qingfeng raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment before realizing, "You mean this, right?"

As soon as Ye Qingfeng finished speaking, his Flying Sword immediately flew out, stunning everyone, as they couldn’t quite fathom where Ye Qingfeng obtained such things.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s floating Flying Sword, a glint of light flashed in Yue Lingfeng’s eyes. The sword’s powers surpassed his imagination, even capable of flying; it was not just a good sword, but a Spiritual Artifact.

Even in the Ancient Martial World, such treasures are rare.

"Yes, that’s the sword used to slay the Japan Swordsman. I’m not here to debate right or wrong, but you borrowed this sword. Don’t you think it’s time to return it to my disciple, Wang Jinlun?"

Yue Lingfeng said, eyeing Ye Qingfeng with a sense of excitement. He had previously studied this sword without realizing it possessed a flight capability.