Lingze waited for a while to make sure that no monks had survived the tribulation before suggesting a celebration banquet.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Zhenjun. There is no need to hold a celebration party." Feng Wan declined politely.

"I mean the same thing as Wan Wan." Bu Ran didn't need Ling Ze to ask, so he answered first very consciously.

"Okay then, I'll personally send the training instructions of the two ancestors later."

Although it is another huge expense, Ling Ze is happy that it would be nice to have a few more ancestors who have transcended the tribulation realm.

"Thank you so much, Master Zhenjun."

"Excuse me for being polite, ancestor, this is what I should do."

Other disciples also came forward to congratulate her. After Feng Wan made sure that Feng Qingqing was fine, he said goodbye to everyone and prepared to return to Wan Feng Mountain.

"Ancestor, please wait."

Although Xingran couldn't see it, he heard that Feng Wan wanted to leave, so he hurriedly called her to stop her.

The other monks who were about to leave silently retracted their feet, stretched out their ears, and planned to listen carefully to find out what the Xingran Pavilion Master wanted from Patriarch Wan.

"Master Xingran Pavilion, please speak."

Xingran walked a few steps into Fengwan and said.

"Ancestor Wan, do you have time to help me cure my eye disease now?"

Xingran was actually a little embarrassed, but when it came to his own eyes, he didn't care too much.

"Don't worry, Master Xingran Pavilion, I have always remembered this matter, and now I still need the ninth-level Fu Ming Grass."

Fengwan examined Xingran carefully and found out that if he wanted to cure his eye disease, he needed a ninth-level restoration pill.

The most important spiritual grass for refining the ninth-level Fu Ming Pill is the ninth-level Fu Ming grass.

After hearing Feng Wan's words, Xingran's heart dropped. Fumingcao was almost extinct in the Jiuhuang Continent. Even if there were one or two plants, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Beihuang Auction House has great magical powers, it seems he needs to try his luck.

Without further ado, he will go now.

Just as Xingran was about to turn around and leave, Fengwan spoke again.

"Don't worry, Master Xingran Pavilion, I happen to have one in my medicine garden, but it's not mature yet, so I still need to wait half a month."

Feng Wan always kept in mind what she promised.

She had already started preparing the spiritual herbs needed to refine the Fu Ming Pill, but now the only thing missing was the unripe Fu Ming Herb.

The medicine garden Feng Wan mentioned was not the medicine garden in Wanfeng Mountain, but the one in the Qiankun Bag space.

The spiritual energy in the space of the Qiankun Bag is more intense, and the spiritual grass in the space grows faster.

Under Baizhi's careful care, it will be fully mature in another half month.

"Thank you, Patriarch Wan."

Only now did Xingran realize deeply how important it is to have a good relationship with an alchemist.

He also felt more clearly how powerful the alchemist was.

And Feng Wan is not just an alchemist, he is a ninth-level alchemy sage in the Tribulation Realm.

No matter which one of these titles, Feng Wan, is picked out, it is definitely a shining golden existence. Now he finally understands why there are so many people on the Jiuhuang Ranking who are clamoring for hugs, and now he wants to hug them too.

It will take half a month for the resurrection grass to mature. What Xingran is doing now is to wait patiently and adjust his body to its best condition.

[Buran, help me and Wanwan buy a ninth-level muscle-building pill.]

The Tyrant Lion in the space transmitted the message to Bu Ranfa’s spiritual consciousness.

[I’ll give you the spiritual stone and buy it yourself.]

【Can't you buy it for me?】

The fur that Tyrannosaurus was most proud of was split, and he felt that he couldn't see anyone, and now there was no room for anything.

【no.】

As a senior brother, he has to be reserved.

If Tyrant Lion now knew what Bu Ran was thinking, he would probably give him a few big looks. It was just to help him buy a pill, so what does it have to do with Jin Bu Jin?

The owner of his resentment species refused to help, so Tyrant Lion contacted Fat Nightmare.

[Batian, my master gave me the ninth-level muscle-building pill a long time ago, and I am planning to give it to you.]

[Thank you for saving me, but I’d better not go out now. It’s too ugly. Please give me the elixir to prevent stains. 】

【All right.】

Fat Nightmare knew that Tyrant Lion cherished his fur, so he did look a bit unattractive in his current appearance.

Fat Nightmare walked up to Bu Ran with her short fat legs. She spread her little fat paws, revealing a muscle-building pill in her heart.

"Ranshen, this is what my master gave to Ba Tian."

Fat Nightmare was a little embarrassed. When he got excited, he took the elixir directly with his claws. It should have been put in a jade box.

But based on his relationship with Batian, he shouldn't dislike it.

"Thank you master and you."

"Ranshen is very polite, no thank you."

Fat Nightmare rubbed her chubby hands, Ranshen looked even more handsome up close.

Fat Night raised his paws to cover his little heart. Ranshen had smiled at him just now. It was so beautiful. Ranshen was the second most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The most beautiful person is naturally his master.

Feng Wan, Bu Ran and others left, and everyone else also went back. Ling Ze took the disciples from the Sect Leader Hall and the Discipline Hall to deal with the aftermath.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Xingran was counting the days with his hands.

According to what Bandan Sage said before, Fu Ming Cao should be ripe, and he really wanted to go and have a look.

It's not that he can't trust the Holy Man, but that he really wants to see this colorful world again.

"Don't worry, Master Xingran Pavilion. The Holy Man Dan never breaks his promise. Just wait and wait."

"Well, I know, I just can't control myself."

"I understand how you feel, just like I can't help but want to find other heads to share my joy these days."

Ling Ze has not been idle in the past half month, so much so that the heads of other sects now run away when they see him. They are really afraid. If they can't compete, they just run away.

Xingran did not persuade Lingze to keep a low profile, because according to the current strength of Tianyuan Sect, he was no longer allowed to keep a low profile.

"Headmaster Ling, I made a divination last night. Something big will happen in Beihuang in the near future."

"Oh? What's the big deal?" Upon hearing this, Ling Ze immediately turned serious.

"It can't be calculated yet."

"But is it related to those three factions?"

Beihuang is the territory of those three factions, and it is reasonable for Ling Ze to think so.

"It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with them, but it's destined to be used by them."

"I will send people to pay close attention to the developments in Beihuang right now. If there is any trouble with the three factions, I will send people there immediately."

"Can."

Ling Ze said a few more words to Xingran, and then went down to arrange for more manpower to monitor Beihuang.

A few days later, Feng Wan personally rode a round-eared rabbit to the head palace.

"See Ban Dan Sheng."

Feng Wan now has many names, but everyone finally decided to call her Dan Dan Sheng.

There are many ancestor monks in Jiuhuang, but there is only one ninth-level alchemy saint, Feng Wan. They like this unique title.

"Master Zhenjun, Master Xingran Pavilion, there is no need to be polite. I am here today to deliver the Ming Ming Pill."

The words Fu Ming Dan made Xingran's hands in his sleeves tremble slightly.

"Thank you very much, Lord Ban Dan. Can I take it directly?"

This Fu Ming Pill is extremely precious, and Xingran is afraid that its efficacy will be weakened if it is taken incorrectly.

"Master Xingran Pavilion, wait a moment, Fairy Bu Zhi will be here soon. The Fu Ming Pill will be more effective if taken in conjunction with Fairy Bu Zhi's healing technique."

"That's great, thank you very much, Holy Man-Ban Dan."

Bu Zhi's current healing skills are the best in Jiuhuang. If it weren't for Feng Wan, few people would be able to afford her.

"Xiao Wan, I'm here." Fairy Bu Zhi arrived before anyone else could say. She was dressed in white and had a fairy spirit, just like a fairy descending from the earth.
Chapter completed!