Chapter 1735: Chapter 1735

Capítulo 1735: Chapter 1735: Fire Cloud Sect

Fang Yun’s raging fury was extinguished by a single sentence from Zheng Yi. She understood that what Uncle Zheng said was reasonable; if she were to risk her life now, who would treat her father? Who would avenge today’s humiliation?

“When my strength grows, or after I find my little brother, I will take revenge!”

With this thought, Fang Yun quickly calmed down.

She cast a resentful glance at the opposing Wind Blade Sect disciple, then crouched down with reddened eyes and fed a Healing Pill to her father, Fang Gang.

“Mother, let’s go to Red Maple City!”

Fang Yun said in a low voice to Yang Mei.

Yang Mei was taken aback and said, “Go to Red Maple City? But your father’s injuries…”

Fang Yun replied, “Father is seriously injured, and there are many Alchemists in Red Maple City. We should go there to exchange for some Spirit Pills to heal his wounds.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Mei nodded repeatedly and said, “Yes! Yes! I heard that Red Maple City is filled with powerful people, many Alchemists. Let’s go there! Let’s go!”

Presently, Yang Mei picked up Fang Gang, prepared to leave with Fang Yun, riding on a Spiritual Artifact.

Fang Gang, Yang Mei, and Fang Yun, the three of them were ordinary people back in the Secular World. Because of Fang Bai, they embarked on the path of Martial Dao Cultivation, arriving at this Three Thousand Great World.

Currently, their Cultivation Level, even at the lowest, is at the Nascent Soul Realm, capable of crushing boulders with their fists, cracking steel with their palms, flying through the air, and their lifespans have extended to an unimaginable extent compared to ordinary people in the secular world, something they never dared to imagine before.

For bringing them into the path of Martial Dao Cultivation, they never regretted Fang Bai’s decision, only holding endless longing and aspiration for higher Cultivation Levels, greater strength, and longer lifespans.

To them, the Three Thousand Great World is a magical and magnificent world, a world where danger and opportunity coexist. They believe that as long as they are diligent enough, work hard enough, and have some fortunate encounters, their future achievements in Martial Dao could hope to reach the Thunder Tribulation Realm or even higher.

But now, foreign powerful cultivators are bullying them, trying to expel them from their homeland. They are outmatched and powerless to resist, and must temporarily endure this humiliation, swallow this bitter pill.

“Uncle Zheng, discretion is the better part of valor. Let’s leave here for now!”

Fang Yun walked up to Zheng Yi and said quietly.

Zheng Yi was not someone who would act recklessly without consideration. He glanced at the dozens of Wind Blade Sect disciples opposite and knew the enemy was strong while they were weak. If he led a resistance, the hundreds of villagers in Zheng Family Village could all perish. He could only sigh deeply and nod gloomily.

“I believe that one day, we will return!”

Fang Yun clenched her fists tightly, filled with determination.

Zheng Yi nodded vigorously.

His gaze fell on Fang Gang, who was in Yang Mei’s arms. Seeing Fang Gang’s face pale as paper, his breath weak, knowing his life would be endangered without timely treatment, he made a heart-wrenching decision, waved his hand grandly, and shouted to the hundreds of villagers of Zheng Family Village, “Let’s go!”

Zheng Yi was the strongest Martial Artist in Zheng Family Village, having served as the village chief for decades, respected and trusted by all.

As soon as he spoke, the hundreds of villagers in Zheng Family Village, despite their thousand reluctances and ten thousand unwillingness, could only return home, pack up their belongings simply, and leave with him.

Seeing the hundreds of men, women, and children of Zheng Family Village dare not resist, obediently abandoning their land and leaving, the dozens of disciples from the Wind Blade Sect laughed triumphantly.

Their laughter reached the ears of Zheng Yi and the others. Zheng Yi’s face twisted, heart wrenched with pain, his fists clenching so tightly they made a “crackle” sound.

A few days later, the hundreds of villagers from Zheng Family Village moved to a mountain outside Red Maple City, hastily constructing some wooden houses near a water source to temporarily settle down.

Zheng Yi, Fang Yun, and Yang Mei, carrying the gravely injured and still unconscious Fang Gang, entered Red Maple City, hoping to find a way to heal Fang Gang’s injuries.

Zheng Yi had visited Red Maple City most frequently and knew where the most skilled Alchemists were. So after entering the city, he led Yang Gang and Fang Yun to the Fire Cloud Sect in the north of the city.

Fire Cloud Sect was one of Red Maple City’s administrators and the top Alchemist Sect in the city, monopolizing over eighty percent of the alchemy trade and business within Red Maple City.

The loose cultivator Alchemists in the various Martial Artists Trading Markets within Red Maple City accounted for the remaining twenty percent of the business.

Zheng Yi knew that Fang Gang’s injuries were too severe; although a King Grade Spirit Pill might heal his wounds, for a full recovery and not affecting his future Martial Dao cultivation, only a Royal Grade Spirit Pill would suffice.

Zheng Yi had brought all the cultivation resources of the hundreds of villagers from Zheng Family Village this time, hoping to exchange them at Fire Cloud Sect for a bottle of Royal Grade inferior Healing Pill, or ask the sect’s Alchemists to help create one.

However, Zheng Yi was unsure if the cultivation resources he brought would be enough to exchange for a bottle of Royal Grade inferior Spirit Pill.

After all, these lower-tier Martial Artists usually cultivate using King Grade resources, and Royal Grade Spirit Pills are expensive treasures for cultivation, something they can only dream of. This text is hosted at novel※fire.net

Their trip to Red Maple City this time was actually with not much hope, just to try their luck. If they couldn’t obtain a Royal Grade Spirit Pill, they would first exchange for a King Grade Spirit Pill and heal Fang Gang’s injuries before anything else.

Fire Cloud Sect is located north of Red Maple City, similar to the other major sects within the city; it is a large inner city, isolated from the outside by walls or rivers.

At the entrance of the sect, Fire Cloud Sect has set up a store staffed with Alchemists and inner disciples, not only engaging in alchemy trade with the martial artists within Red Maple City but also selling various Spirit Pills crafted by the sect’s Alchemists.

The Spirit Pills crafted or sold by Fire Cloud Sect range from the lowest being Holy Grade to the best being Royal Grade medium, almost fulfilling all the needs of martial artists in Red Maple City.

As for Royal Grade superior Spirit Pills, they are used for the cultivation of Thunder Tribulation Realm level seven and above powerhouses. Fire Cloud Sect’s Alchemists cannot craft them at all, and even if they could, the price would be extremely high, unaffordable to most powerhouses.

When Zheng Yi, Fang Yun, and Yang Mei arrived at the Spirit Pill store of Fire Cloud Sect, they found it different from usual.

Every time Zheng Yi passed by here before, he saw the Spirit Pill store of Fire Cloud Sect bustling with business, powerhouses coming and going, buying, exchanging, or crafting Spirit Pills.

But today’s Fire Cloud Sect Spirit Pill store seemed somewhat deserted, with only a few powerhouses present.

A few Fire Cloud Sect disciples who were guarding behind the store counter all had a cultivation level of Thunder Tribulation level one.

At this moment, they were listlessly chatting in low voices, and upon seeing Zheng Yi and the three Soul Severing stage powerhouses enter the store, they cast contemptuous and disdainful glances, too lazy to engage with the trio.

“Royal Grade inferior Spirit Pill requires the exchange of equivalent value Royal Grade cultivation resources for a bottle; crafting a bottle of Royal Grade inferior Spirit Pill requires at least four portions of main and auxiliary materials…”

Zheng Yi, Fang Yun, and Yang Mei moved slowly in front of the counters displaying various Spirit Pills, and upon seeing the price requirements for exchanging or crafting Royal Grade Spirit Pills, they looked at each other with helplessness and bitter smiles in their eyes.