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Chapter 383: Old Thing, You’re So Stingy!

He smiled and nodded. “I already have a plan and am prepared to find some old friends. I won’t enter the world with you.”

Hearing Patriarch Liu Yun’s answer, Gong Ziliang could not help but be a little disappointed.

Then, he thought that after this farewell, it might be very difficult to meet again.

Although he had only interacted with Patriarch Liu Yun for less than half a day, Gong Ziliang still felt a little reluctant.

“Senior, do you have anything inconvenient to bring along, such as spirit crystal jade essence or spirit artifacts…”

Before Gong Ziliang could finish speaking, he saw Patriarch Liu Yun’s expression turn embarrassed.

Before he fell asleep back then, he had exchanged all his belongings for spirit crystal jade essence to build this stone room mystic realm.

When his Dao heart broke through just now, he had absorbed all the spiritual qi in this spirit crystal jade essence.

As for spirit artifacts, other than a few that were used to nourish the soul, they had already been refined into intrinsic items.

As for the others, they had long been damaged after thousands of years.

In short, he did not have anything that Gong Ziliang wanted.

It was naturally impossible for Patriarch Liu Yun to say this.

Otherwise, as a dignified peak Nirvana Realm mighty figure, he was really too poor to lose face.

Immediately, he said earnestly, “It’s a huge taboo to rely on external things.”

“If you want to walk far on the path of cultivation, the most important thing is still your own hard work…”

After Patriarch Liu Yun finished speaking, he did not give Gong Ziliang a chance to speak. He stretched out his hand and waved, summoning a figure from afar.

It was Xing Feng.

At this moment, Xing Feng’s eyes were closed as he breathed. The spiritual qi in his body was like a wild horse that had broken free and was attacking his meridians without restraint.

Fortunately, his body still had the foundation of the Heaven Deity Realm. He did not explode and die.

“This child came once 20 years ago and obtained my inheritance. He can be considered my half disciple.”

“Forget it, I’ll help you again.”

As Patriarch Liu Yun spoke, he clapped his palm and sent a ball of spiritual qi into Xing Feng’s body to tidy up the violent spiritual qi.

In a few blinks of the eye, Xing Feng’s breathing returned to normal.

“Fortunately, you came in time. If you were a few days later, his Dao foundation would have completely collapsed. At that time, even I would be helpless.”

“His injuries have already recovered, but the realm he lost can only be slowly cultivated again.”

“Alright, this matter is over. I’m about to leave. Goodbye.”

After Patriarch Liu Yun finished speaking, he ignored Gong Ziliang’s expectant gaze. With a wave of his sleeve, he sent Gong Ziliang and Xing Feng out of the stone room.

In the next moment, Gong Ziliang’s vision quickly retreated and quickly left the range of the Level Cloud Mountain Range.

“Old man, you’re really stingy!”

After landing in a wilderness, Gong Ziliang raised his head to look in the direction of the mystic realm in the depths of the Cloud Gathering Mountain Range and complained angrily.

Gong Ziliang could not even be bothered to believe the words of Patriarch Liu Yun.

“Brother Liang, where are we?”

At this moment, Xing Feng’s weak voice sounded.

Then, without waiting for Gong Ziliang to answer, Xing Feng suddenly sensed something. After the spiritual qi in his body circulated, his eyes suddenly erupted with light, and he looked at Gong Ziliang with a burning gaze.

“Brother Liang, what happened? Why have my injuries recovered?”

Gong Ziliang did not hide anything and told Xing Feng what had happened in the stone chamber mystic realm.

Hearing that the owner of the mystic realm had actually been sleeping inside, Xing Feng was immediately shocked.

“Senior Liu Yun, you’re so kind. No, I have to kowtow and thank you.”

Xing Feng stood up and was about to rush into the Level Cloud Mountain Range ahead.

However, he was grabbed by Gong Ziliang.

“Alright, then… since Senior threw us out, he definitely doesn’t want to see us again.”

“Even if you run over now, you won’t see him.”

Gong Ziliang said angrily. He was still angry at Patriarch Liu Yun’s actions.

“Sigh, I’ve received Senior Liu Yun’s kindness twice and can’t repay it. I really feel guilty.”

“However, since Senior is unwilling to meet again, I naturally can’t go against your wishes.”

Xing Feng’s face was filled with regret. Seeing this, Gong Ziliang rolled his eyes and said.

“Alright, we’ve been out for more than half a day. Brother Xing, since your injuries have recovered, let’s rush back to Firewood City first.”

Hearing Gong Ziliang’s words and thinking that the people of the Flat River Dynasty had not left Firewood City, a cold light flashed in Xing Feng’s eyes.

He nodded and rushed towards Firewood City with tears in his eyes.

As soon as the two of them left, a figure appeared in the wilderness like a ghost.

It was Patriarch Liu Yun.

It was three feet tall. At this moment, it stood in the vast wilderness with the aura of opening the sky and earth.

Then, he raised his head, his disdainful gaze seeming to tear open the pitch-black sky and see the existence hidden behind the scenes.

The world was silent. There was only the wind that blew from Level Cloud Mountain.

After a while, he retracted his gaze and looked in the direction where Gong Ziliang and Xing Feng’s figures disappeared. He muttered, “Little friend, I hope that the next time we meet, you’ll be qualified to fight alongside me and the heavens!”

Before his voice fell, the golden lightning that had disappeared appeared again under the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, in the sky, it was as if a god was beating a war drum, and thunder rumbled.

Then, the golden lightning aimed at the figure of Patriarch Liu Yun below and struck at an extreme speed that his spiritual sense could not capture.

However, before the golden lightning struck, a mountain wind blew past the ground. Patriarch Liu Yun’s figure swayed and scattered with the wind.

At midnight, the world was dark.

In the eastern district of Firewood City, in the residence of the Imperial Palace.

Apart from the Golden Armor Guards who held torches and began to hand over their shifts, everyone else was immersed in their dreams.

They did not know that danger was approaching them.

In the night.

A group of about 20 to 30 figures were wrapped in gray night clothes, only revealing a pair of eyes.

“Let’s end the battle quickly. Remember, our goal is Lin Anruo!”

When they arrived outside a sealed back door of the residence, the leader warned softly.

“Understood!”

As soon as that person finished speaking, the people behind him replied respectfully.

Seeing this, the person nodded and looked at the gray-robed figure following closely behind him. He said in a low voice, “Elder Crippled, I’ll have to trouble you to lure Jin Zhan away later.”

Who else could it be but the gray-robed figure?

The person who spoke to him was naturally Yin Zhiping.

As for the “Jin Zhan” that Yin Zhiping mentioned, it was the leader of the Golden Armor Army who had fought with the Crippled Heaven Elder in the past.

With his late-stage True Martial Realm cultivation and the martial intent condensed from fighting on the battlefield, even the Crippled Heaven Elder did not dare to say that he had the confidence to win.

Therefore, according to the plan that he had formulated previously, the most troublesome Jin Zhan would be led away by the Crippled Heaven Elder.

The other cultivators in the palace were dealt with by these people brought by Yin Zhiping.