God of Fishing

This time, it was the Primordial Star Tree's turn to be silent.

Han Fei said, "Senior, I may have been here for too long. If I don't go out in time, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion."

The Primordial Star Tree said, "Human, you're making it difficult for me. I was sealed by the Heavenly Race here, so it's difficult for me to control the Spring of Life. For example, you came with a token and were about to take away three drops of it. Three drops of Spring of Life take me three hundred years to produce, and a hundred drops take me ten thousand years… It's just that my stock is too small. Do you have any other ways?"

Han Fei sighed slightly. "Of course there is a way. As long as my senior brothers in the Void Temple take action, we don't need any help at all. Even if Yi Chen and Yi Beige are both here, my senior brothers can easily solve them and even cut off the connection between you and the god behind the door. However, forgive me for being blunt. If I really use this method, I don't need your help at all, and my losses will be too great. Senior, although you are on the verge of death, once you are free from the restraints of the Heavenly Race, I believe there is a way for you to recover. Therefore, I'm afraid I have to ask you to help me with this matter. Otherwise, I can only temporarily put aside the small vine of the Heavenly Race and find other small vines. Or wait for me to go out to travel and make friends. Perhaps I can befriend several Great Monarchs. But don't worry, Senior. Once I find an opportunity to become a Great Monarch, I will definitely return immediately to help you escape."

The Primordial Star Tree: "…"

The Primordial Star Tree was speechless. Why is this brat so shameless? You clearly want it, but you have to pretend not to care. Just say that you are determined to get my Spring of Life. Why do you have to make so many excuses?

"Fine!"

The Primordial Star Tree heaved a sigh and said, "Fine! I can only give you the Spring of Life as much as possible. You don't have to threaten me. Even if it's to revive a Great Monarch whose situation is really as bad as you say, it will take no more than 130 drops of Spring of Life to return to his peak state. I really can't give you 200 drops. At present, I can give you 108 drops. The next Astral Trial will be in 12 years. I can condense at most another drop. This is already my limit."

"Deal."

Han Fei grinned, but he was complaining in his heart. A hundred and eight drops? Do you think I don't know that you have more?

However, Han Fei didn't say anything else. He had to get this treasure first! Besides, the astral trial was in 12 years. He would give the Spring of Life to Chu Hao first. Only then would the human race be safe.

…

Another moment later.

When Yi Wulang came out of the tree cave, his injuries seemed to have recovered.

After Yi Wulang left the endless void, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear, "Wulang, you've been in there for a long time."

The puppet Yi Wulang hurriedly said, "Wulang greets Great Monarch Chen. It's just that the impact of the energy in my body is really uncomfortable, so I took a drop on the spot and slightly refined it."

"Um!"

Yi Chen didn't show up, but he scanned Yi Wulang's body with his perception and found that the killing intent in his body had weakened a lot. Then he said, "Go! Return the token to Changsheng and take a good rest. The two drops of Spring of Life can be refined slowly in ten years and can even heal some hidden injuries in your body. You can keep the remaining drop for emergencies."

"Yes. Thank you for your warning, Great Monarch Chen. I'll take my leave."

…

The puppet Yi Wulang returned to his own cave abode, which was a floating palace outside the Gate of Heaven.

"Master, you're back?"

"Master Wulang, I heard that you were injured. I was so worried."

"My lord, it's been a hundred years. I miss you so much!"

"My lord, I heard that you have returned, so I have been waiting for you here."

Seven or eight female cultivators suddenly appeared. They were all in the Sky Opening Realm, and the strongest was even at the level of five Dao Locks. All of them were dressed gorgeously, and their eyes lit up when they saw Yi Wulang.

"F*ck, what's going on?"

Han Fei had forgotten that Yi Wulang was not a good person. There were seven or eight female cultivators who dual cultivated with him. If it weren't for his image, Han Fei felt that this guy could dual cultivate with seventy or eighty female cultivators.

Seeing a group of women approaching, Yi Wulang snorted and said, "Didn't you hear that I was seriously injured? All of you, leave. I'm going to cultivate in seclusion for decades to refine the Spring of Life to heal my wounds. Remember, during this period, no one is to disturb me unless the patriarch orders it."

"Ah! Yes, Master."

"Yes, Lord Wulang."