The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 8 Ye Fan’s savior?
At this moment, Mu Wushuang finally understood what was happening in front of him.

Isn’t this the check-in location where the early mini-boss, an elder named Han from Lingxu Cave Heaven, gave spiritual medicine to the protagonist Ye Fan for his practice?
In other words, his chaotic luck really worked this time.

These spiritual medicines that Elder Han had spent his entire life collecting, plus the few main medicinal herbs that Mu Wushuang had harvested these days, were enough to heal the injuries of the two supreme elders, or even make further progress.

At the same time, the protagonist Ye Hei, whom he had been looking for, was lying quietly on the ground.

As long as the ancient holy body Ye Fan, the perfect container of the Demon Emperor's sacred heart, is sent to Yan Ruyu, it would be easy to exchange it for a drop of Demon Emperor's blood.

After all, Fatty Duan in the original novel was able to get a drop of the Demon Emperor's blood, while Mu Wushuang only needed a drop of ordinary blood.

It can be said that this has successfully accomplished the purpose of his outing.

“Is this the fate of chaos?”

"Who? Who is where?"

Suddenly, an inexplicable sigh was heard in the dark cave, which immediately alerted Elder Han, who was originally immersed in endless joy.

Now that Ye Fan has gathered all the main ingredients, he only needs to start the furnace. Then he will be able to refine a furnace of peerless elixirs and recreate the world.

I don't want anything to happen at this critical moment.
The next moment, in the dim cave, a dazzling golden light appeared, so brilliant that people could not open their eyes. A big hand suddenly came down to suppress Elder Han.

In an instant, he felt as if all the dead souls were leaving his body, and he felt as if he had been cast directly from heaven into hell.

At the entrance of the cave, a handsome young man in green clothes stood facing the wind. Without any unnecessary movements, he just lightly slapped his palm and made Elder Han feel as if the whole world was pressing down on his head.

"not good!"

Elder Han was covered in cold sweat and screamed in fear, wanting to fly backwards, but a terrifying force was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to move.

A huge golden hand flew over like lightning and shattered his head with a loud bang.

Blood gushed out, severe pain made his vision go black, this was Elder Han’s last feeling——

He fell backwards on the spot and fell heavily in a pool of blood.

This sudden change made Ye Fan, who was lying dead on the ground, stunned on the spot.

Did Elder Han, who wanted to use him to refine the elixir, die so simply and easily?

Is this person here to rescue him?

Or are you here to kill him?

Although the visitor looked like a teenager in his teens, this was the world of cultivation, and judging people by their appearance could get you killed.

When everything was settled, Mu Wushuang easily dealt with Elder Han, lifted the divine power restriction on Ye Fan, and said softly:
"Did I save your life?"

"Yes, thank you for saving my life."

Ye Fan bowed without hesitation.

"Are you the Ancient Saint Body?"

Mu Wushuang’s words shocked Ye Fan, but the situation was stronger than he was at the moment, so he could only nod and acknowledge.

Ten days later, Wei State, Xuanyuan Sect.

The pitiful Ye Fan smiled on the surface, but he felt helpless in his heart.

That day, a young man in blue clothes fell from the sky and saved me from the man-eating demon Elder Han. Then, in gratitude for saving his life, he took me across the State of Yan and followed him to the Xuanyuan Sect of the State of Wei.

If it weren't for the blue-clothed youth's solemn promise that there would be no danger, and the other party's life-saving grace - at this moment Ye Fan had already counted the ancestors of the so-called benefactor in his heart. Looking at the female fairies who surrounded him in a reunion, Ye Fan had a little doubt about the blue-clothed youth's promise that there would be no danger.

Forget it. My benefactor looks very decent at first glance. He is definitely not the kind of wicked Taoist priest who kills people without paying for their crimes.

Thinking of the wicked Taoist priest who stole many of his treasures, Ye Fan felt so angry that his teeth were itching.

Just as Ye Fan was daydreaming, the leading fairy stretched out her jade hand, pinched his cheek, and said:
"I feel the extraordinaryness of this flesh shell. The blood is surging like a mighty river..."

Ye Fan was awed in his heart, but he smiled:
"My fellow fairies, any normal man would have his blood boiling at this moment. It's not because I have a special physique. Can you please stand further away, otherwise you will shorten my lifespan."

The woman's body exuded a sweet fragrance. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. We won't kill you."

The leading woman had a red mole on her forehead, which gave her an alternative and alluring aura. She came closer with a slender body, pointed her slender jade finger at Ye Fan, bowed and saluted towards the depths of the peach blossom forest, and said:

"Your Highness, it is indeed the Ancient Holy Body."

The next moment, two figures came side by side from the depths of the peach blossom forest.

An ethereal girl stood quietly, her face shrouded in fairy light and hazy, like a fairy floating away.

The handsome young man in blue clothes next to him was none other than Ye Fan’s benefactor, Mu Wushuang.

"I wonder if the Demon Emperor's blood is ready?"

Mu Wushuang's eyes turned slightly and looked at the woman in the lead, Yan Ruyu, who looked like a fairy.

"Please rest assured, fellow Daoist. I promised to give you a drop of Demon Emperor's blood, and I will never break my promise."

Yan Ruyu nodded, and the charming woman clapped her hands gently.

Then a beautiful woman with bare arms and wearing a colorful gauze dress slowly walked towards them, holding a jade plate covered with a brocade scarf in her hands.

The charming woman with a red mole on her forehead took it lightly, raised her white wrist, and peeled off the brocade handkerchief, revealing a crystal luster. A crystal as big as a fist emerged and shone brightly on the jade plate.

In the center of the crystal there is a drop of bright red blood, sparkling with golden luster. It is sealed inside, flowing with extremely vigorous vitality, and there is a faint sense of majestic breath of life vibrating.

Mu Wushuang's mind moved slightly, and the Demon Emperor's blood was finally obtained.

In the fist-sized crystal, the drop of blood seemed to contain endless power.

When Mu Wushuang held it in his hand, it suddenly shone with brilliant blood light, making his palm bright red and flashing with golden threads.

Ye Fan's heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. This drop of Demon Emperor's blood probably came from the Demon Emperor's heart. He immediately thought of Pang Bo.

The heart that flew out from the Demon Emperor's tomb was beyond the reach of the Lingxu Cave Heaven's leader, the supreme elder and others. They could only watch it fly away and eventually fell into the hands of the demon clan.

Could it be that these women in front of us hold the Demon Emperor's heart in our hands, and have some relationship with the perfect woman in front of the Demon Emperor's tomb? In that case, wouldn't Pangbo be nearby?
Ye Fan felt excited.

"My benefactor, will I die here..."

"No, this is also an opportunity for you." Mu Wushuang shook his head.

"My name is Qin Yao. Don't be afraid, little brother. We won't hurt you."

The woman with a red mole between her eyebrows gently pinched his cheek and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry."

Qin Yao?

Could it be a monster transformed from a strange bird? Ye Fan wondered in his heart.

(End of this chapter)