Chapter 96 The Conditions for Saving Him

As if she had noticed something, Mu Nanyue turned her head and looked at Chu Xianzhi who was silent beside her, "Disciple, are you feeling unwell?"

I sat next to her in a daze, not knowing what I was thinking about. It was completely unlike my usual self.

Mu Nanyue couldn't help but ask.

As soon as he finished speaking, even Guan Xiangheng looked at him worriedly, and said in a tone of an elder greeting a younger person: "Ah Xian, have you been busy and tired recently?"

After all, we have come such a long way.

Chu Xianzhi: “…”

He shook his head repeatedly, looking at Mu Nanyue who was frowning slightly, and forced a faint smile, "Master, my disciple is fine."

Chu Xianzhi stayed by his side the whole time. Except for sleeping, Mu Nanyue could be said to be watching him day and night and didn't think anything would happen to him.

However, Chu Xianzhi often lost his concentration, so Mu Nanyue nodded half-believingly.

Soon, night fell.

Mu Nanyue and his group were heading to Baoling Pavilion, but someone blocked their way. They were wearing uniform clothing, and they must be from a certain sect or clan, and they had encountered difficulties here.

They looked frightened and their voices were noisy, but no one knew what they were shouting.

"What's going on?" Guan Xiangheng frowned.

"Go, go and have a look."

Mu Nanyue and the others approached slowly, and then they saw a young boy falling beside a huge monster.

He was pale, his hands were tightly covering his chest, his whole body was shaking, and he seemed to be enduring great pain. A thin layer of sweat had seeped into his forehead.

"My young master is ill and needs Nightmare Grass. Fellow Daoists, who has Nightmare Grass? Our Northern Territory Wen family is willing to pay for it with three times the amount of spirit stones. This is no empty talk!"

The young man who was surrounded in the center shouted in panic to the passing practitioners, "I beg you to help me, fellow Taoists!"

However, the people around were just watching the fun, and not many people paid any attention to the young man.

It’s not that they don’t want to pay attention to it, but none of them has the Night Grass.

Night Grass!

That is a holy-level spiritual herb, how could an ordinary person possess it?
Seeing no one responded, the young man's face stiffened and his heart sank.

He almost knelt down in front of everyone.

"I have."

A voice, neither loud nor soft, suddenly sounded in the crowd, flowing into the ears like a spring that warms the heart.

When the young man heard this, hope seemed to ignite in his drooped eyes. He turned his head and looked nervously in one direction.

However, after finding out that the aura on her body was just the Golden Core, his smile faded a little, "Girl, do you really have it?"

Hearing his doubt, Mu Nanyue frowned and said in a light voice: "Of course."

Seeing that Mu Nanyue looked calm and her eyes were calm, and she didn't seem to be lying, the young man's face looked better.

He was just about to ask how many spirit stones he was willing to spend when he heard a questioning voice beside him.

"Friend Wen, this Nightmare Grass is a sacred grass that can only be found deep in the Dark Lake Forest. With this girl's Golden Core cultivation, I'm afraid she won't even be able to see it. How could she possibly have it?"

"That's right, I think she's here to make trouble just to enjoy the fun."

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, the young man's face froze. Thinking of his identity, he felt that no one would dare to lie to him.

The young man quickly collected his thoughts, walked quickly to her, and said in a friendly manner: "Girl, I wonder how many spirit stones you want to sell your Night Grass for?"

Mu Nanyue didn't say much, and took out the Night Grass directly from the space. It was packed in a box, but the smell emanated from it. A pure and rich aura blew with the breeze and penetrated into the nose, which made people exclaim.

"She really has it!!"

"This smell... Could it be that she is a younger member of a certain family?"

Everyone present was a cultivator. Although they had never seen the Nightmare Grass with their own eyes, some of them had learned how to distinguish different types of herbs.

Therefore, as soon as the smell appeared, some people believed that Mu Nanyue did have the holy grass.

At this time, the young man confirmed that there was no doubt that Mu Nanyue was holding the Night Grass in his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief and the smile on his face deepened.

"I don't lack spirit stones." Mu Nanyue curled her red lips slightly, looked at the young man and said slowly: "I guess you should be the thirteenth elder of the Wen family.

I am Mu Nanyue, and I want to take my apprentice into the Wuzhong Secret Realm. I wonder if the Wen family..."

Mu Nanyue didn't finish her words, but Elder Wen Shisan instantly understood what she meant. A hint of vigilance flashed through his mind, and then his eyes fell on Chu Xianzhi, sizing him up secretly.

The person who was talking to him was in the Jindan stage, and the young man beside her seemed very respectful to this woman. I guess she was not as simple as she seemed.

But he couldn't detect any aura, and the Jindan stage didn't have any magic weapon to conceal his cultivation. Could it be...

This person's cultivation is higher than his?

Thinking of this, Elder Wen Shisan's gaze moved back and forth between the two of them. The young man in white had already reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

Look at this boy, he is not very old.

If they were allowed to enter the Wuzhong Secret Realm, the Wen family would lose countless opportunities. Elder Wen Thirteen was immediately in a dilemma.

While he was hesitating, there was a "puff" sound behind him, and the young master who was helped into the carriage suddenly vomited blood.

The people around him panicked instantly.

"Elder! The young master is vomiting blood!" the guard beside him shouted.

Elder Wen Thirteen frowned even deeper, then gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I agree!"

Mu Nanyue didn't make things difficult for him and readily handed the Night Grass over.

Elder Wen Shisan was glad that she had the Nightmare Grass, but Mu Nanyue's move was a threat, and the Wen family had to accept it.

Who made the young master inside the Wen family a young master who was weak and sickly since childhood but was deeply loved by the ancestors?

They passed by Yehua City on this trip and originally wanted to go to Yaozong to ask for medicine. But when they were about to arrive, the young master was poisoned again.

For a moment, they really couldn't find any elixir that could stabilize the poison, so they could only suppress it with the holy-level Night Grass.

Elder Wen Thirteen felt uncomfortable, but he had to admit defeat at this moment. He forced a faint smile on his handsome face, "Thank you, fellow Taoist enquirer!"

Then, he changed the subject: "I wonder if you would like to follow me to the Medicine Sect and then go to the Wen Family together, or..."

Mu Nanyue refused directly: "No need, when the Wuzhong Secret Realm is opened, I will go to the Wen family with my disciple. The Thirteenth Elder only needs to give me a token of recognition."

The Wen family is a big family after all, and Mu Nanyue is not afraid that he will go back on his word after agreeing to it in public, so she just wants a jade pendant or something else to prove that it was given by the elders of the Wen family.

Elder Wen Shisan understood.

He took off the jade pendant belonging to the elder of the Wen family from his waist and handed it to Mu Nanyue.

"Okay, see you later!"

Elder Wen Shisan did not delay, turned around and strode towards the carriage.

Spiritual power flashed at his fingertips, and after using the juice of the Night Grass to suppress the poison of the young master of the Wen family, he immediately ordered his men to rush to the Medicine Sect without stopping, not daring to stop at all.

Since the North Region and the South Region were far apart, in order to get there quickly, he ran out of spiritual power after using his flying magic weapon.