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Qingyang hadn't observed the Soaring Wind Valley carefully before. There were already many stone chambers carved into the walls of the mountain. It should be used for the rest of the soldiers.

As he followed behind the guide, they naturally arrived at Zhou Yan's lone cave. Currently, there were only six less guards at the entrance, and the other four, upon seeing Xiao Mu Chen, drew their blades and attacked him. Only under Qingyang's persuasion did they restrain their anger, but their faces were still filled with anger as they looked at Xiao Mu Chen with ill intent.

"Distribute these medicinal pills. Each injured soldier will recover some of their injuries after taking one pill. I'll refine some more later." Qingyang was afraid that Xiao Mu Chen would once again start a ruckus with the soldiers so he quickly took out a few bottles of pills and passed them to the guards.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be counting on you for the general's injury." They cupped their hands in thanks and looked at each other before running away in all directions.

"I didn't know you were a famous pharmacist. Look at the pills you gave to those soldiers, they aren't of ordinary quality. Did you refine them yourself?" Xiao Mu Chen's eyes lit up as he inquired.

Giving Xiao Mu Chen a supercilious look, Qingyang walked over to Zhou Yan who was meditating and carefully examined his injuries. His brows gradually furrowed as he said: "General Zhou was originally injured, but this time he lost another arm. His injuries are even worse now."

"What's there to be afraid of? You have so many miracle medicines and elixirs. All you need to do is to refine a few more." Seeing that Qingyang didn't answer him, Xiao Mu Chen naturally took it as Qingyang agreeing.

"Elder Xiao, I'm going to treat General Zhou now." Both of his hands rested on Zhou Yan's shoulders, but he did not utter a sound. Closing his eyes, he transferred the star power from his body into his hands, slowly pouring it into Zhou Yan's shoulders, hoping to use the wood power in his body to repair his broken shoulders.

Looking resentfully at Qingyang, Xiao Mu Chen curled his lips but didn't say anything. His eyes darted around as he pondered on something.

The more his spiritual sense entered into Zhou Yan's body, the more shocked Qing Yang was, he did not know what kind of willpower this man was using to resist and fight against Xiao Mu Chen, but both of his shoulders were crippled, all of his bones had been completely shattered, not to mention his meridians, even some of his meridians had been broken.

The power of wood was indeed useful in repairing the body, but even though he was heavily injured, the power of wood couldn't do anything about it. After all, the power of wood within Qingyang's body wasn't the power of nature.

As he slowly retracted his hands, Qingyang felt extremely moved in his heart. The reason why Zhou Yan was so heavily injured was to protect him from breaking through, and this friendship was naturally etched into his heart, so blaming Xiao Mu Chen was not worth mentioning. After all, a Sun God expert was able to kill Zhou Yan with a single strike, and now Zhou Yan was being lenient with only a cripple.

Seeing Qingyang frown and stare at Zhou Yan without saying a word, Xiao Mu Chen asked in embarrassment: "You brat, you don't have any way to cure Zhou Yan?"

Qing Yang turned his head to look at Xiao Mu Chen and said, "You crippled both of his shoulders. Even the wood energy is unable to repair the damage to his meridians and bones."

Hearing that Qingyang still had the power of the wood, Xiao Mu Chen was shocked. He immediately asked: "Then what should we do? I have already shown mercy. "

After thinking about it, there was only one way to heal Zhou Yan's injuries, and that was to refine one of his Three Striped Divine Pill, the Golden Crow!

Even though his meridians and bones had all been broken, Qingyang was confident that he could use a Golden Crow Yang to restore his meridians. A divine pill could be said to be a heaven-defying existence; a living corpse's flesh and bones were incomparable to an ordinary immortal pill!

Even if the divine punishment came the other day, Qingyang was confident that he would not need to fear the divine lightning with his current Great Void level cultivation level. After all, Qingyang himself had the divine lightning, so how could he be afraid?

"Elder Xiao, I need your help with this matter." Qing Yang was unfamiliar with this place, so Xiao Mu Chen still needed to prepare some medicinal ingredients.

"Feel free to speak." Xiao Mu Chen knew that if Zhou Yan was crippled, he would likely feel guilty in his heart. Thus, he agreed.

"Elder Xiao, please prepare the Diverging Wood, Cloud Ganoderma, Sage Herb, Pine Festival, and Spirit Turtle for me as soon as possible and prepare a hundred portions of medicinal herbs required for the Bone Replenishing Pill." After announcing the herbs required to refine the pill, Azure Sun did not explain what he wanted to refine.

Surprised, he thought to himself, 'Could it be that Qingyang wants to refine a hundred pills for the soldiers to consume?' However, he didn't ask any further. The herbs that Qingyang wanted weren't precious treasures either. Xiao Mu Chen nodded and replied, "I'll be back in an hour."

As his voice faded, Xiao Mu Chen left the cave and soared into the sky. Qing Yang secretly estimated that it was about the time that Fang Cheng and the others had agreed upon. Xiao Mu Chen needed an hour to prepare the medicinal herbs.

After exiting the cave, he pulled a soldier over and said a few words to him. Then, Qingyang identified the direction and flew directly to the caravan's campsite.

"It's already past noon. Why haven't the too many brothers returned yet?" Fang Cheng paced back and forth on the empty ground with an anxious expression. He glanced at Qing Yangming who had a calm expression and then asked doubtfully, "Ming, the old master hasn't returned yet. How can you not be anxious?"

Although Qing Yangming did not know who had fought against Qingyang, he could still feel that Qingyang was still alive. Furthermore, Qingyang's cultivation was even higher, so he was naturally not worried.

"With old master's strength, there won't be any problems. Just wait patiently." Qing Yangming said after a long while. He then closed his eyes and started to meditate.

"Just now you said that there was a battle between experts, but you returned without saying anything. Did the Taiyi brothers fight with that bandit expert?" We should also go and report this to the government! " Fang Cheng rolled his eyes at Qing Yangming as he quickly inquired.

There were many questions that made Qing Yangming, who did not like words, slightly angry. However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly discovered that Qingyang's aura was rapidly approaching him from afar, so he softly said, "Master is back."

When the people from the caravan heard this, they looked around but did not see anything. Just as a trace of displeasure appeared on their faces, Qingyang's voice suddenly drifted over: "Brother Fang, I've made you worry."

After traveling for many years, Fang Cheng naturally knew some things about cultivators who were controlling the air, and at the very least, needed to be a Spirit Refinement expert in order to control the air. It was likely that this brother of his was at least a Spirit Refinement expert, and in addition to being in his own caravan, he was afraid that he would not have to worry about what kind of bandits he would encounter.

"Brother Taiyi, you've returned! "It's good to see that you're all right." Laughing loudly, Fang Cheng quickly walked to Qingyang's side and sized him up before turning around and instructing, "The Supreme One brothers have already returned. We are preparing to set off."

Qing Yang waved his hand apologetically and said softly, "Brother Fang, I came to tell everyone that I need to leave for a day or two, but I will catch up to the caravan soon enough."

"What?" "Brother Tai Yi, you aren't coming with us?" After saying this, many people in the caravan raised their eyebrows in surprise. After all, there was an expert in this caravan. For merchants or ordinary guards, it was as if they were in a safe place where bandits ran rampant.