Xie Wuhen and Lu Yuxiang looked just as grim as Xingyun. Fung Lie had entered the imperial realm, which meant he ranked among the top twenty of all the true disciples.
“I sensed the force of my own token being revealed, so I came out to check. Xuanyuan, you didn’t rely on the token of fighting dragons to transport you directly to the Sect and instead you took the test like everyone else. Very well done.” Fung Lie looked on with appreciation. He had indeed spotted a great talent. Xuanyuan was already a wild fighter, surrounded by mystery.
“Thank you, Brother Fung Lie. I should return the token to you.” He threw the token to Fung Lie, who was floating in the air. Fung Lie caught it and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he laughed out, “Great, great, Xuanyuan. You gave me all the merit points you acquired from the Mo nest. 600 million in total. That’s really what I needed at the moment. Since you gave me this gift, I’ll give you something in return. Here, my spear ‘Wind Spirit’ is now yours. Also 5 million king coins and the crystal from Taibai trading centre. These were what I received from completing the mission.”
Xuanyuan took hold of the spear ‘Wind Spirit’. Instantly, he felt his body become much lighter and swifter than before.
“With your Dustless Helmet and Wind Spirit, you can probably kill most peak king realm fighters. You can buy whatever you need with the money. I won’t tell you what to buy.” Fung Lie stood in front of Xuanyuan and gave him the crystals and money.
“Thank you, Brother Fung Lie!”
“Let’s go then.” Fung Lie was about to bring Xuanyuan on the way when Xuanyuan stopped him. He looked at Fang Yuyou and her guards and saw that they were all hurt.
“Brother Fung, can we bring them with us? Or at least treat their wounds before we go?” He asked.
Fung Lie nodded. Then he glared at Xingyun, his gaze was like a powerful laser. Xingyun shook all over and coughed up even more blood. Pain was all over his body, but he didn’t dare to complain.
Fung Lie had stepped into the imperial realm. He was an opponent that he could never catch. Fung Lie was also sure that Xingyun wouldn’t play any tricks, so he let him go. He formed a sign with his hand,
“Drizzle of Spring.”
A tender Qi drizzled into Fang Yuyou and her guards’ bodies, healing their wounds. Finally, some colour started to return back to their faces.