King of the Fairy City

After leaving the quiet room where the Linghu Zun was seated, Ye Mo walked on a certain entrance path, with thousands of thoughts flying in his mind, thinking about various things.

Suddenly, an extremely noisy sound came from the front.

Ye Mo looked up and saw a large number of monks with anxious faces, hurrying over to protect a dozen injured monks, but it turned out that some monks were injured in the battle.

Ordinary monks cannot be sent here. Only high-status monks who are seriously injured and unable to recover with pills alone will receive emergency treatment and rest.

"What's going on? Aren't you going to position 82?"

"What the fuck, I'm going to skin those grandsons alive in the Intelligence Hall later. We were all ambushed by the ghost army!"

"Strip your mother! Send them to the hospital for treatment quickly. They are seriously injured and their bodies may be destroyed. Please save your soul first."

"Why is this one injured? It's over, it's over! The sky is falling!"

…

Talking words kept coming out, and the scene was chaotic.

In a daze, Ye Mo's eyes flashed and he caught a glimpse of a snow-white palm stained with blood. His five fingers were clenched tightly, holding an ice-type flying sword made of ice crystals, as delicate as porcelain...

A flash of spiritual light suddenly struck Ye Mo's mind, causing him to tremble. His eyes were as big as eggs, and his canthus was about to burst.

"Yan'er!"

With a wild cry, Ye Mo rushed forward, using his hands like sticks to push away a group of monks. Then his eyes fell on one of the stretchers, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

On the slightly broken stretcher, a slender and graceful figure lay quietly on it, with her hair messy and scattered, delicate and beautiful, like a face carved by God, full of blood stains, and eyebrows like a distant mountain. Stained with blood, tightly clenched together, as if facing desperate horror, it is pitiful.

Jade's hand was tightly grasping the ice-type flying sword, and her slender snow-white arm had been hanging down feebly, but the palm of her hand did not relax.

On the ground, drops of blood quickly dripped down, turning into a pool of miserable red, staining the stretcher, the ground, and Ye Mosen's cold eyes red.

"Ye, Ye Mo!"

"Why did this evil star come?"

Although he was angry when someone blocked him arbitrarily, no one dared to touch Ye Mo's bad luck.

He picked up Huangfu Yan from the waist and ran towards the emergency treatment area of ​​the Flying Battleship without saying a word. All the monks he met along the way were pushed away by Ye Mo.

"Bang!"

Ye Mo pushed open the door to the treatment area with a bang, glanced around with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Save people."

Immediately, the entire treatment area exploded, and a group of people gathered around her. They took Huangfu Yan from Ye Mo's hand, then entered a large quiet room and closed the door with a "bang".

Ye Mo's heart sank deeply with the sound of closing the door, and a murderous intention that could destroy the world was brewing in his body.

Not long after, a large group of noisy monks also arrived, and then a group of people were sent to the quiet room for emergency treatment one after another, while a group of people waited anxiously outside.

Generally, monks can slowly recover from injuries using elixirs.

But firstly, this speed is too slow, and secondly, some injuries cannot be handled by ordinary monks.

In this way, a treatment area belonging to the monks was born, which can treat the monks' injuries with the highest efficiency, and can also restore the combat power of the allied monks and immortal soldiers to the greatest extent and fastest speed.

In this battle with the ghosts, the treatment area is naturally a top priority. There are countless monks who are proficient in spiritual and soul secret arts, and can treat soul injuries that ordinary monks cannot handle.

Time passed bit by bit in such torturous waiting.

A quarter of an hour seemed like ten years had passed.

Linghu Zun's steps were like a mountain, his face was as heavy as water, and he came slowly. Even though his daughter was seriously injured, he did not lose the calmness of the master of Merit Hall.

Glancing around, Linghu Zunzun looked at Ye Mo: "How is she?"

"The physical body was seriously injured and the back was cracked; ghost energy entered the body and the vitality was severely damaged, but there is no life-threatening danger."

Ye Mo said feebly.

Lord Linghu nodded slightly and said nothing more. Neither he nor Ye Mo was in the mood to talk at this moment.

Not long after, another group of people came over from one end of the entrance hall, all of them senior members of the alliance.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and a young monk with an unyielding face was pushed down and knelt on the ground, glaring at Pei Wuji, the head of the Pei family, with unwillingness and grief.

"Master Pei, what do you mean?"

Lord Linghu said coldly without looking at the young monk.

"Fellow Linghu, Yan'er's niece was injured this time. We are also very anxious and sad. I immediately ordered a thorough investigation of the entire intelligence team and found out this person. It was his intelligence error that caused Yan'er's niece to be seriously injured. How? Punishment, fellow Taoist Linghu, it’s up to you.”

Pei Wuji's face was pale, and there was even a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I will investigate on my own what this matter is. Head of the Pei family, there is no need to worry. Please go ahead."

Linghu Zunzuan's heart is now focused on his daughter, so he has no time to get entangled in these conspiracies, and said with a cold expression.

"Lord Linghu, although you are the leader of Merit Hall and have a high position, you can't refuse the good intentions of fellow Taoists from the alliance so bluntly, right?"

A respected man next to Pei Wuji sneered.

"Don't make me do it."

Lord Linghu didn't look at that venerable person, he just stared into Pei Wuji's eyes and said calmly.

The words were light, but Pei Wuji could hear a hint of murderous intent. He did not dare to anger the Spirit Gourd Venerable. He waved his hand and turned around and said, "Since fellow Spirit Gourd Daoist does not appreciate it, then we will take our leave."

A group of people turned around immediately, but the Venerable who spoke sneered, and in front of the Spirit Gourd Venerable, he slapped the head of the young cultivator kneeling on the ground with a palm, smashing his soul on the spot and killing him on the spot.

"More and more unscrupulous."

Ye Mo looked at the group of people expressionlessly.

The Spirit Gourd Venerable did not say anything, sat back on the chair, and waited for Huangfu Yan to come out.

...

Half a month later, in the morning.

Ye Mo came to the quiet room where Huangfu Yan was recuperating as usual. At this time, there was no one else in the quiet room except Huangfu Yan.

Huangfu Yan was refining the medicine and recovering from her injuries. Ye Mo gently put down the things in his hands, hugged his chest and looked at the face of the beauty in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, Huangfu Yan seemed to have sensed something and slowly stopped her exercise. She opened her clear and cold eyes and looked at Ye Mo. The two of them just stared at each other quietly without saying anything.

After a long time, Huangfu Yan turned her head slightly and said in a cold voice: "Have you seen enough?"

"Not enough."

An extremely quick answer.

"Slippery tongue." Huangfu Yan sneered, her beautiful eyes glanced at the things on the table next to Ye Mo, and then added: "Ignorant and naive, we are not mortals, what's the point of doing this? Are you afraid that I will recover my memory and you will never have another chance?"

"How am I slippery tongue? I'm just telling the truth."

Ye Mo shrugged, not caring about Huangfu Yan's attitude, then picked up the things on the table and came to her bedside, sat down gently, and said softly: "Even if it is an immortal, it is also a human cultivation. Although you won't be hungry, isn't it very comfortable to drink some porridge in the morning? It will also be good for your injuries."

Huangfu Yan didn't say anything and wanted to take the things, but her back suddenly felt a sharp pain, and her pretty face turned slightly pale, but she still stubbornly stretched out her hand to take the big bowl in Ye Mo's hand.

Grabbing Huangfu Yan's hand and pressing it gently, but not allowing rejection, Ye Mo scooped up a spoonful of spiritual rice porridge cooked with spiritual medicine: "Open your mouth."

Huangfu Yan was helpless, and her pretty face couldn't help but be stained with a touching blush.

In her memory, apart from her relatives, no one else was so close to her, let alone a man. What was even more hateful was that her parents actually allowed the man in front of her to do what he did, leaving her helpless. So she was fed like this for half a month.

Ye Mo fed her carefully, saying, "I admit that I want to be close to you, but I'm not afraid that I won't have a chance after you recover your memory. It's just... I'm used to it."

Listening to Ye Mo's plain words, Huangfu Yanfang's heart softened somewhere deep in her heart, as if she was touched, and her face looked bitter and resentful, drinking the spiritual rice porridge cooked by Ye Mo mouthful by mouthful.

When she finished drinking the spiritual rice porridge, the door suddenly opened, and two figures came into view. They were Huangfu Qiuyu and Huangfu Feiniu.

"Wow, Sister Qiuyu, we seem to have seen something we shouldn't have seen."

Huangfu Feiniu smiled with his hands covering his eyes with his fingers spread out.

Huangfu Qiuyu's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and then she smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, do you want Fei Niu and I to step aside?"

The blush on Huangfu Yan's face had spread to the roots behind her ears. She wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She hated Ye Mo in her heart. How could she maintain her dignity as the eldest sister in the future?

"There is nothing to avoid. Come in. Have you finished fighting on the battlefield?"

Ye Mo did not deny Huangfu Qiuyu's address and greeted the two of them. In this way, he looked more like a "brother-in-law". Huangfu Yan on the side had nothing to say and simply kept silent.

"A great victory."

Huangfu Fei Niu slapped the two pieces of fat on his chest, like a proud rooster, and Huangfu Qiuyu nodded gently.

"Well, from today on, Qiuyu, you take care of Yan'er. I have something to leave."

Ye Mo said.

After that, without waiting for Huangfu Qiuyu and Huangfu Fei Niu to ask questions, he packed up his things and left the quiet room.

Coming like a cloud, leaving like the wind.

Watching Ye Mo disappearing around the corner, Huangfu Yan felt a sense of loss and sadness.

Leaving the Ice Lotus Palace flying battleship, Ye Mo turned around and came to the Tiandao Sect flying battleship. After several twists and turns, he finally arrived at a large refining room.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you're here? Wait, I'll get the things for you."

A sharp voice sounded, and a figure suddenly disappeared into a door in the refining room.

Soon, a sharp voice sounded again, and at the same time, a thin figure walked out quickly: "This is your eight-series flying sword. It almost failed to be perfectly refined, but at least it was safe."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

Ye Mo took the storage bag, entered it with his spiritual sense, and then nodded with satisfaction, thinking: "The first weapon refining genius of Tiandao Sect is indeed worthy of the name."

Just then, a sharp voice came again: "Fellow Daoist Ye, after all, your little maid is also learning weapon refining from me, an old man. If there is any good business, you must take care of me."

Ye Mo looked up, looked at this old man with a strange face and a bit embarrassed, and laughed: "Even if there is, I'm afraid you dare not refine it."

"What a joke! Is there any magic weapon in this world that I, an old man, dare not refine?"

The old man waved his hand with disdain.

"Oh? Dare to refine the Yinming ghost weapon?"

Ye Mo laughed.

"Yinming... Yinming ghost weapon? Are you crazy?"

The old man was about to sneer, but suddenly realized what was happening. He stared at Ye Mo like he had seen a ghost and cursed him without any hesitation.

"Whether you can or cannot, whether you believe it or not, please consider it carefully. I am not in a hurry. I don't have much materials at hand now. I will ask you for help when I have materials in the future."

Ye Mo did not explain much. He smiled and said something, and left with the Eight-Series Great Divine Sword.

Afterwards, Ye Mo came to another place on the Tiandao Sect's flying battleship. A blazing light flew out of his sleeve and flew to the door. Soon, the door of the room opened wide.

"Ye boy, aren't you going to leave? What else?"

Huang Mu Shenjun was facing a chessboard and playing chess with himself, without turning his head.

"I remembered something to tell Ling Hu Hall Master, but he is not on the Binglian flying battleship now, so I asked Huang Mu Shenjun to tell him on my behalf. This is also to discuss with the sect."

Ye Mo said after greeting.

Hearing Ye Mo's words, Huang Mu Shenjun immediately put down the black chess in his hand, turned around and said solemnly: "Speak."

"Ye would like to ask all the senior leaders to postpone the decision to stop fighting."

"Let's not talk about how long we discussed and argued before making a decision. Just for the one point of changing orders every day, you need to give me and the senior leaders of the sect an explanation."

Huang Mu Shenjun's eyes flashed with cold light, and frowned.

Because of this matter, the three giants of the sect were arguing fiercely and almost fought. It was not easy to make a decision. Now this kid said that there is no need to stop fighting. Is he using the three giants to make fun of them?

"I am worried that once the truce is stopped, or even joined forces with the ghost clan, unpredictable changes will occur. There are two possible consequences. One is that they realize our plan, strengthen defense, and speed up the pace; the other is that they find something wrong and go directly to the last step, causing the alliance to collapse directly."

Ye Mo looked worried.

Hearing this, Huang Mu Divine Lord couldn't help but breathe a little heavier. After a long silence, he said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"A wise man can make mistakes even if he has made a thousand plans. Even immortals may not have a perfect plan, let alone a kid."

Ye Mo smiled bitterly. This was something he thought of later.

"Hmph, fortunately the plan has not really started yet."

Huang Mu Divine Lord's face looked better. He snorted coldly and said, "I will discuss this matter with the senior management. You go, and be sure to protect yourself."

Ye Mo immediately saluted and left. In a blink of an eye, he flew out of the Tiandao Sect flying battleship, turned around and returned to the Binglian Palace flying battleship, and came to Zang Jie's room. After staying for a while, Ye Mo came out and returned to his room.

Zang Jie flew away from the flying battleship station and headed south.