Wuliang Immortal Clan

Chapter 13 Exchange

"Clan Chief Xu, this is Steward Liu Ruowu from our Divine Law Peak, and also one of the most powerful stewards on our Divine Law Peak."

Xu Hao led Xu Zhenqie into a small courtyard and bowed respectfully as soon as they entered.

"Haha, this is Chief Xu, I've heard so much about you."

Xu Zhenqie quickly bowed to the cultivator in front of her.

"It's just a common name!"

As he returned the greeting, he looked around the small courtyard. It was very ordinary, with a fence around it, a pavilion, and four stone benches and a stone table inside.

Next to the pavilion is a small pond with a few lotus leaves floating in it, and behind it is a small house that looks like it has been divided into three rooms.

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair was sitting in the pavilion, with straight eyebrows and countless crisscrossing wrinkles on his face.

The light in his eyes had faded, like murky lake water that no amount of strong wind could blow away.

His cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were high and sharp, and his skin was sallow. He was standing up, but his body was quite strong, his back was straight, and his left sleeve was empty.

Is he one-armed? Xu Zhenqie took a second look when she saw this scene.

"Hey, my arm's been broken for decades, there's no hope of achieving the Golden Elixir!"

Liu Ruowu patted his sleeves and shook them self-deprecatingly, while Xu Zhenqie hurriedly shook his head.

"What are you saying? You seem to be in the prime of your life, fellow Daoist!"

Xu Zhenqie immediately flattered him, while secretly thinking to herself.

"Such powerful perception! The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Azure Nether Sect are indeed extraordinary."

A smile appeared on Liu Ruowu's face, and Xu Zhenqie's spirits suddenly tightened. He stretched out his finger and beckoned.

"Fellow Daoist, I heard from this disciple that you have Foundation Establishment Pills you'd like to exchange for?"

He nodded, and saw Liu Ruowu extend his right hand, which was covered with countless scars. Xu Zhenqie, who was about to place it on his hand, was stunned and thought to himself.

"Goodness, how many battles has Liu Ruowu been through to have so many scars?"

"These are not scars left from battle, but rather from a training error."

Liu Ruowu sighed and withdrew his right hand, waving it in front of him.

boom!

Xu Zhenqie's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned to look at Xu Hao, who looked completely bewildered. Xu Hao turned back and chuckled twice.

"I've never seen such a scar before; I was completely stunned. Please forgive me!"

As he spoke, he presented the jade bottle with both hands.

"Fellow Daoist is not the first, there's no need for such formality."

Liu Ruowu held the jade bottle and gently pressed the mouth of the bottle with his thumb, causing the bottle to fall off with a sound.

Xu Zhenqie glanced at the mouth of the bottle a few more times. The jade bottle was fragile, but the cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by an indestructible blade.

"That's right, it is indeed a Foundation Establishment Pill."

He held the blood-red Foundation Establishment Pill above his head, facing the sun, closed one eye, and looked at it. After a long while, he lowered his arm, waved his hand, and a pot of hot tea appeared.

He poured two cups of spiritual tea, a regretful look on his face.

"It is a human pill, although... well, since you have a request, I will grant it."

He picked up a cup of spiritual tea and gestured for Xu Zhenqie to drink. Xu Zhenqie quickly bowed and carefully accepted the cup. Seeing that the amber-colored tea had not yet been tasted, Liu Ruowu laughed heartily.

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, no poison was used!"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Liu is joking. I have never seen such fragrant spiritual tea before!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly bowed and swallowed it in one gulp.

The spirit tea enters the mouth, flows down the throat and into the stomach, its aroma permeates and its heat spreads.

The next moment, he felt the roars of tigers, leopards, and dragons coming from within his body, and he looked at the teacup in horror.

"Excellent tea. A cup of spiritual tea is offered to me after three months of arduous cultivation. It truly lives up to its reputation as a second-grade superior spiritual tea."

Liu Ruowu didn't even raise his head in response to his flattery; he simply waved his hand dismissively.

"Since you have come here seeking elixirs, there is no need to force yourself. I would like to examine your injuries."

"Then I'll trouble you, fellow Daoist!"

He removed his robe, revealing a gruesome scar on his chest, narrow at the top and small at the bottom, the surface of which had become translucent.

A cold, dark aura lingered inside the wound, while clusters of spiritual energy continuously repaired it around the wound, but these were often destroyed by the dark aura.

"Tsk tsk!"

Liu Ruowu silently shook his head the moment he saw the injuries.

"Fellow Daoist is quite fortunate. Such injuries must have been inflicted by a Foundation Establishment Level 9 cultivator, whose body is filled with deathly aura."

Xu Hao, go and prepare some hot water. Fellow Daoist Xu, I have a Treasure Spirit Pill here, which is an excellent healing pill.

"Take this, and I'll help you dissolve the pill. At the same time, fellow Daoist, circulate your spiritual energy; the combined effect should quickly repair your body."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist!"

Liu Ruowu waved his hand, and after Xu Hao prepared a large basin of hot water, Xu Zhenqie jumped into it and then swallowed the Baoling Pill under Liu Ruowu's guidance.

The moment it entered his body, it felt as if countless blades were falling into his body. Xu Zhenqie barely opened his eyes and saw Liu Ruowu slap his chest with a palm. In an instant, hissing white smoke quickly rose out.

Xu Zhenqie let out a miserable scream and tried to resist by circulating her spiritual power, when she heard Liu Ruowu roar loudly, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

"Fellow Daoist, do not resist. Concentrate on refining the Treasure Spirit Pill, and be quick."

Xu Zhenqie had no choice but to grit her teeth and desperately circulate her spiritual power.

Black blood gushed from his chest, turning the hot water black and red.

Xu Hao could only keep changing the hot water, looking at Xu Zhenqie's pale face with great worry.

After a day and a night, the deathly aura in Xu Zhenqie's chest had completely disappeared, and his complexion had regained its rosy hue.

After a long while, Liu Ruowu slowly withdrew his arm, and then Xu Zhenqie suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, a powerful aura almost burst out of his body. He clenched his hands in shock, and the spiritual energy within his body no longer felt heavy or sluggish.

The pain in my meridians, which had been throbbing, had completely subsided, and my body had fully recovered.

For a moment, he couldn't believe it, after all, this old injury had been bothering him for twenty years.

"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Liu! I am deeply grateful!"

He bowed sincerely, a look of gratitude and appreciation flashing across his face.

"No need, you only exchanged these for Foundation Establishment Pills."

Liu Ruowu wore a faint air of reserve on his face, as if he were doing something insignificant.

Xu Zhenqie kept expressing his gratitude; getting rid of his old injury was extremely important to him.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Liu, besides the healing pills, I have another favor to ask."

Liu Ruowu thought for a moment and looked at Xu Hao beside him.

"Fellow Daoist, you exchanged the Foundation Establishment Pill for the Treasure Spirit Pill. In terms of value, I have gotten a great deal. If you have any other requests, please feel free to ask."

"Thank you. I would like to exchange for a set of cultivation techniques!"