As soon as he returned to the Yunwu Sect, the frightened fat man Zhao Dazhi went straight to Ziyun Peak to express his gratitude to Ye Chuan, feeling extremely grateful.
This time, he felt as if he had half-stepped into the grave. The real line between life and death was that senior brother Ye Chuan, who knew things well, sent someone to pull him out of the grave and saved him again.
"Elder brother, I'm back, I..."
As soon as he saw Ye Chuan, the fat man immediately knelt down and burst into tears. He was moved and simply told what happened. In the past, Fatty, like other disciples, did not take Ye Chuan as his senior brother seriously at all, but now he is determined to follow Ye Chuan forever. It's a pity that he is a man, otherwise, he would really have committed himself to me.
"Just come back."
Ye Chuan nodded, looked at the fat man, with a half-smile on his face, "How about it, Fatty, senior brother didn't lie to you, did he?"
"No."
Fatty Zhao Dazhi shook his head hurriedly. It was unbelievable that a piece of paper with random scribblings could be sold for a sky-high price. Fatty now admired Ye Chuan extremely, "Senior Brother, what is that note? And what's more?" …”
Touching the banknotes in his arms, the fat man's eyes lit up.
A piece of paper costs 12,000 taels of silver, but you can still draw it casually. You can draw dozens or hundreds of pieces in a day. Isn’t that...
After getting the life-saving silver, Fatty began to think more and expect more.
"That's a rune, not a note. There's only one rune, and there's no more."
Ye Chuan said, knowing what the fat man was planning, his face was a little pale and his energy was far from restored. The fat man moved his mouth and wanted to say something. He opened his mouth and was interrupted by Ye Chuan, who said lightly: "Don't underestimate such a rune. It looks easy. In fact, it takes a lot of energy to refine such a rune." A lot of vitality. Fatty, remember what my senior brother said, if you want to be able to do anything effortlessly one day, you must work very, very hard."
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your advice. Junior Brother, I will remember it."
Fatty Zhao Dazhi nodded and bowed to accept Ye Chuan's instructions. All doubts disappeared.
Yes, Ye Chuan is right. If you want to stand out and succeed seemingly casually, you must secretly work harder than everyone else! Ye Chuan is now famous, but for those who don’t know him well, who knows the days when he practiced quietly and quietly
The fat man was timid and wretched, but not stupid. He engraved Ye Chuan's words in his heart.
"Fat man, you said that the rune was bought by a horned devil?" Ye Chuan asked, his tone was calm as if he was just asking casually, but there was a hint of solemnity on his face that was difficult for ordinary people to notice.
The fat man nodded, still frightened when he thought about it, "Yes, that man was nearly three meters tall and very powerful. The key is that he had two bulges on his head and a pair of horns. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still had a demonic aura about him. Senior Brother , that is definitely a big devil who cultivates demons. His name is Nagus. He does not look like a member of our Great Qin Dynasty. If Senior Brother Tiandu comes a little later, I will never see you again. That guy has been Even after chasing after our Yunwu Sect, you are still not willing to give up, you are so bold!"
Thinking of the scene of being chased by the horned demon Nagus, the fat man's body was still trembling, and he was frightened.
"Nagus?" Ye Chuan murmured to himself and said, "From now on, be careful when going out. Okay, it's almost time. Don't keep Jiajia and the others waiting for too long. Let's go!"
Ye Chuan stood up and ordered the severely injured Balrog to stay at Ziyun Peak while leading Nan Tiandu, Fatty and others to leave. At the mountain gate, Zhu Sijia, Aesop and a protector named Yang had been waiting for a long time. After meeting, the group walked out of the mountain gate and headed straight to the Eagle Beak Cliff more than a hundred miles away. There is an ancient platform of life and death, standing on the edge of the cliff. For many years, it has been the place where the three sects of Yunwu Sect, Xuanding Sect and Wuyun Sect resolve disputes.
Almost no one in the Yunwu Sect was optimistic about this competition. Although Ye Chuan has been impressive during this period, and his cultivation has broken through bottlenecks one after another, he still stays in the warrior realm and is the weakest among the top disciples of the three major sects. Not surprisingly, the Yunwu Sect will be the last in the competition, and even lose miserably.
The Grand Competition has always been a grand event for the three major sects, and is only held once every three years. Logically speaking, at least one elder should lead the battle this time, but none of the five elders are willing to travel. The first elder hates the fact that iron cannot become steel, and he has to guard the sect and it is inconvenient to travel. The second elder Nangong Ren only sees his medicinal herbs, not to mention the third elder Bai Yanhu, who wishes Ye Chuan to lose as badly as possible. In the end, there was only one protector who couldn't get rid of him, so he had to go out bravely. He kept a straight face along the way, didn't have a good look on anyone, and secretly cried out that he was unlucky.
Ye Chuan was very aware of Protector Yang's attitude and did not argue with him. Along the way, he was leisurely and leisurely, and from time to time he teased Zhu Sijia, who was wearing a smart outfit, as if he was traveling around the mountains and rivers. It seemed that he didn't care about the upcoming competition at all, which in turn made the worried Zhu Sijia very angry.
After Ye Chuan and his entourage left, a middle-aged man with an eagle nose quietly left the mountain gate, disguised himself at the foot of the mountain, covered his face with a black cloth, and followed them from a distance.
Although he had told Aesop what to do, Jin Zhikun was still worried and took action himself regardless of his identity as the master of the Alchemy Hall. What the third elder wants is the position of Ye Chuan Sect's top disciple, someone to take his place and control the Yunwu Sect, and what he, Jin Zhikun, wants is Ye Chuan's life! His son Jinhua is dead. If Ye Chuan is not killed for a day, he will not be able to raise his head in the sect!
Jin Zhikun has rich experience in keeping secrets. He is different from ordinary cultivators. He did not take out any flying swords. He walked up and down the wasteland like the wind with just his feet, following Ye Chuan and his party from a distance. Like a cold and poisonous snake, it follows behind and secretly looks for opportunities. It usually hides and disappears, but a bite at the critical moment will be fatal!
Ye Chuan looked relaxed and natural as he traveled around the mountains and rivers, seemingly unaware of the danger behind him. Jin Zhikun's whereabouts were secretive and he thought he was unnoticed. However, behind him, there was another figure following him from a distance.
The horned demon Nagus did not go far, and kept secretly lingering outside the gate of Yunwu Sect. Hard work paid off, and once again he waited for the opportunity and jumped up and down after Jin Zhikun. It seems that the body has not recovered from the stiff joints, but the strength fluctuations in the body are much more severe than before, and there is a faint trace of blood flowing on the body when beating.
After igniting the ghost talisman he got in the underground ghost market, Nagus felt that his body suddenly felt much better, and he was thirsty for the ghost talisman. If Fatty Zhao Dazhi had been hiding in Yunwu Sect, he really had no choice but to dare to take risks and break in. But Fatty followed Ye Chuan out, and his chance came. Moreover, he turned his attention to the leader Ye Chuan without following them very far, and felt a strange aura in the latter's body. He had only felt that kind of aura from a master of talisman refining hundreds of years ago.