Chapter 47: Again exploring Ghost Market (1/2)

Chapter 47: Again exploring Ghost Market

There was a point, Ye Chuan truly wasn’t speaking thoughtlessly. To help Flame Devil pass through this calamity, it was far from enough just giving few direction, rather he had to impart a technique, which wasn’t a simple matter.

For initial treatment, he used silver needles to prick the acupoints to prevent the deterioration of the injury, then Ye Chuan brought Flame Devil to the study. Afterward, according to his condition, Ye Chuan thought of a way.

Now in Purple Cloud Courtyard which had revert back to clean and tranquil in the last period of time, suddenly a swarm of mutant flies, as if a moth darting into a flame, rushed over to Flame Devil, and began sucking his scorching hot Yang Qi and blood that was seething within his body. Unfortunately, just after they bit on the body of Flame Devil, their body immediately became bright red, and falling to the ground, they stopped breathing. Beside Flame Devil, the corpses of mutated flies piled up rapidly.

Scorching Sun Fire erupted out from within his body, and like the barrage of mountain torrents, it was irresistible. And the blockage in his heart’s vein was unable to block anymore, so could only unblock.

If Ye Chuan was at his prime, then he would have many ways to help Flame Devil to treat his problem, but now, with this body with limited cultivation, he could only try a different approach. These mutated flies had nature of sucking blood, and had damaged the medicinal herbs of sect everywhere, but there was also extraordinary efficacy if used them properly.

With Golden Cicada King forcing mutated flies out, these swarms of mutated flies were used to suck out Yang Qi from the body of Flame Devil, then they collapsed and another swarm of mutated flies quickly took over their place again. This kind of circumstance continued for entire day and night.

In this day and night, Ye Chuan also wasn’t idle, rather he sat cross-legged behind Flame Devil, and circulating Heaven Swallowing Talisman, he poured his spiritual power he had condensed with hard work into the body of Flame Devil, helping him treat his damaged meridians. Simultaneously, he passed down a unique technique to Flame Devil, and personally gave direction on how to cultivate and how to control Scorching Sun Fire.

Early in the next morning, Flame Devil lightly moved, and woke from his cultivation. After one day and one night, the flame that shrouded his body had finally dissipated, and his cracked face also had a trace of moisture and luster. The disaster that had troubled him for many years finally passed.

And after carefully looking at the changes in his body, Flame Devil was endlessly excited. He felt as if he was reincarnated. But the face of Ye Chuan who was sitting beside him was thin and pallid, and the energy fluctuation of his body was also inferior to before. In order to help Flame Devil treat his injury, Ye Chuan greatly exhausted his vitality. And feeling the excitement of Flame Devil, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Thank you for your kindness of saving my life, noble son. In the days to come, Flame Devil pledge my life to follow you. If I ever betray you, then I am ready to suffer heavenly lightning calamity and have my soul scatter!” Flame Devil knelt down. This time, he was sincerely respectful.

Vitality was the most important thing for a cultivator, and merely with a glance, Flame Devil understood that Ye Chuan had paid a heavy price to help him. A man is neither grass nor tree, even if he was a great devil, he also couldn’t help but was moved.

“Rise, your calamity still hasn’t passed thoroughly. You still need a long time to fully recuperate. Stay here in the mountain and cultivate. Don’t go down the mountain without my instruction.” Ye Chuan commanded and slowly closed his eyes, to cultivate so as to restore his vitality.

Flame Devil was sensible, he just lightly flickered his fingers, and suddenly flame appeared in the sky, thoroughly burning the pile of flies’ corpses on the ground. And after cleaning, he closed the door and withdrew. Then wearing a cotton cloth, and putting on a big bamboo hat, he went to patrol the mountain carrying a medicinal hoe on his shoulders. Now he immediately changed his identity, from a great devil of underground Ghost Market who frightened other people, he changed into a loyal medicine slave.

“Not bad, this Flame Devil really is a flexible person.”

Inside the study, Ye Chuan nodded his head.

He sat cross-legged inside the study, and although his body was still, but his divine sense was watching each and every move of Flame Devil. And seeing Flame Devil was obediently staying as a medicinal slave, he finally relaxed. And after cultivating for more than two hours, he met with fatty Zhao Dazhi and quietly left Cloud Mist Sect, again proceeding towards Ghost Market.

The seeds of Qingyang fruit that he had accidentally obtained in Ghost Market gave Ye Chuan great benefit. But this time, for treating the injury of Flame Devil, he spent a large amount of his vitality, so he prepared to go to Ghost Market to try his luck again, and see if he could still find even more seeds of Qingyang fruit.

Fatty Zhao Dazhi wanted to speak something but then hesitated, and he would frequently look towards Purple Cloud Courtyard. And he was finally unable to bear when they were going down the hill, “Big Senior Apprentice-Brother, what about senior Flame Devil? Did he leave?”

Yesterday, when Ye Chuan was helping Flame Devil in treating his injury, fatty had left Purple Cloud Peak to cultivate, so he didn’t know the circumstance afterwards.

“Leave? How could that be? Now, he will never leave, he will live beside Big Senior Apprentice-Brother as a medicinal slave. Not everyone gets this kind of opportunity.” Ye Chuan laughed, bragging shamelessly. And when they were halfway down the mountain, Ye Chuan pointed, “Look, over there.”

Fatty followed the direction where Ye Chuan was pointing, and seeing the scene, he was dumbstruck. He wasn’t able to believe what he was seeing.

An old man with a big bamboo hat on his head was doing manual labor on the mountain in the scorching sun, he was waving medicine hoe to remove weeds. Dressed in a coarse and crude cotton clothes, although he had a big bamboo hat on his head, he was sweating like rain and his body covered with dust. Now he looked one hundred percent old farmer.