4737: C4737 Fermentation

C4737 Fermentation

Daofather Time took the man away, then assigned another cultivator to be the commander. The battle instantly quieted down.

The cultivators in Yangguan were all targeting Song Tianyin. Now that she had been taken away by Daofather, they had lost their common enemy, so the crowd naturally began to disperse.

However, after these people dispersed, a large number of people rushed to the inn where Yang Bo was staying. They all asked Yang Bo to help treat their injuries.

There were many injured cultivators, and some of them were severely injured. After this attack on the General's Estate, their injuries had worsened.

Yang Bo walked out of the inn and looked at the swarming crowd. He said, "Everyone, calm down, Fellow Taoist. Very soon, there will be cultivators with the law of luck arriving!"

"Everyone, wait for a moment. When the cultivators with the Laws of Karmic Luck arrive, they will also be able to treat everyone's injuries."

A few people at the scene knelt down, "They are begging Fellow Taoist Yang to treat my senior brother (junior brother). He can't hold on any longer!"

Yang Bo looked at the crowd and saw that a few of them were seriously injured. They were lying on the ground with blood all over their bodies. They couldn't move at all.

Yang Bo waved his hand, "Quickly bring them to the front!"

Yang Bo turned around and returned to his room. He asked his clone to come out. There were many black spots on his clone, but he had no way to deal with them.

At this moment, Yang Bo could no longer care about anything else. He brought his clone and walked out.

Looking at the few people lying on the ground, Yang Bo started to clean them up. With every slash of his sword, his clone would wave the purple bamboo in his hand. In just a few strikes, Yang Bo had saved a person's life.

The merit of saving a person fell on Yang Bo's head. He put part of it into his luck and part of it was kept by him.

Soon, these severely injured cultivators were healed by Yang Bo.

At this time, the cultivators with the law of luck arrived.

Number Three personally went to invite the cultivators with the law of luck, but he still couldn't invite them over.

With just a single word from Daofather Time, more than ten people had arrived.

However, one of them walked over and found Number Three. "Excuse me, may I ask what method you've found that allows you to absorb the tainted energies?"

"Do you have any magic treasures? Can you lend them to us?"

Number Three had no choice but to bring him to Yang Bo's side. Yang Bo received him.

The law of luck cultivator Wen Hai was at the third layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, and although his attitude was somewhat arrogant, he did not have much malice.

Yang Bo waved his hand, and his clone carried the purple bamboo over.

Wen Hai saw Yang Bo's clone, and could not help but be stunned. "This is a clone?"

"The magic treasure that you guys refined, is it the purple bamboo?"

"The Purple Bamboo is a Buddhist item. It can absorb the foul Qi. I didn't expect that you would really find it!"

Number Three asked, "Is it very difficult to find the Violet Bamboo?"

Wen Hai laughed, "It is indeed hard to find. The purple bamboo is in the hands of the Buddha Sect in Upper Realm."

"It is said that the golden thread purple bamboo can reach the ninth grade. Although it is not the golden thread purple bamboo, it has also reached the seventh grade. It is considered very good!"

"Fellow Taoist Yang, can you lend this Purple Bamboo to us for a use?"

Yang Bo said, "When you save people, if you use the Violet Bamboo again, you will inevitably be distracted. Why don't you let my clone help you clean it?"

"That way, you won't be contaminated by the tainted Qi!"

Wen Hai looked at Yang Bo in surprise. Obviously, Yang Bo didn't care about the safety of his clone. The reason he had created this clone was so that his clone could handle the task of being contaminated by the tainted Qi.

Wen Hai then smiled and cupped his hands. "Thank you very much, Fellow Taoist Yang!"

Wen Hai and the others did not leave. They started to take action at the scene.

Wen Hai first took out a large wooden bucket, then poured a bucket full of green water into it.

The green water poured down, and they invited the injured to sit in the green water.

Then, Wen Hai brought five Fate Cultivators with him. They stood in various positions of the cultivators, holding a horsetail whisk in their hands, and swept it over the cultivators' heads.

A light flashed in front of Yang Bo's eyes. He could clearly see that when the horsetail whisk swept past, the black tainted Qi would fall down.

However, the amount of tainted Qi that fell every time was not a lot. It would take more than ten minutes to clean up all the tainted Qi.

However, there was also one advantage of this method, which was that it could ensure that the injured person's luck wouldn't suffer too much of a loss.

Yang Bo's method was simple and crude, but it couldn't avoid cutting off the luck of the injured, and Yang Bo himself had to bear the backlash.

Although Wen Hai and the others' method had the backlash, the backlash was very small, and the merit would fall. If they calculated it this way, they would not suffer any losses.

There were more than ten cultivators with the law of luck. They were divided into two groups and placed in two wooden barrels.

Yang Bo's clone stood in the middle, brushing on the left and on the right to absorb the filthy Qi on both sides.

Every time he treated a cultivator, Wen Hai would change the green water.

Yang Bo could see that soaking in the green water could heal the injuries of these cultivators.

After watching for a while, Yang Bo turned around and left because the treatment process was too boring. Everyone moved slowly and carefully, afraid that they would be contaminated by the filthy air.

After Yang Bo returned to his residence, the members of the Tianji Group also returned.

No. 6 couldn't help but complain, "This is too boring!"

"I feel that their movements aren't as relaxed and unrestrained as Fellow Taoist Yang's."

Yang Bo laughed, "Then do you know that my movements are relaxed and unrestrained? I have to pay a price!"

"If I cut off the luck of others, my own luck will also be damaged. It is not as practical as their method!"

"After all, my method of saving people is limited, but their method can save even more people."

Not long after Yang Bo left, he heard someone calling his name outside. He had no choice but to walk out.

As soon as Yang Bo appeared, a cultivator rushed over and said in a loud voice, "Fellow Taoist Yang, can you also heal everyone?"

"Everyone, the Fellow Taoist with the law of luck is a little slow. Your recovery speed is even faster. I can't wait any longer!"

How could Yang Bo take out a black sword in front of a cultivator with the law of luck?

Yang Bo said, "This Fellow Taoist, I'm really sorry."

"Previously, when I was treating everyone's injuries, the method I used was too crude, and it would harm the luck of the injured. At the same time, it would also damage my luck, causing me to suffer a backlash!"

"Yesterday, the Buddhist Sect attacked the city, and I had a great battle with the Buddhist Sect cultivators. I was seriously injured, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to heal all of you in a short period of time!"

Yang Bo's voice wasn't loud, but it could clearly be heard by everyone.2

Someone exclaimed, "Did the Buddhist Sect attack the city yesterday? How is this possible?"

"How could there be a Buddhist cultivator attacking the city? Why didn't I hear anything? "

Someone on the scene replied, "There were indeed Buddhist cultivators attacking the city. Fellow Taoist Yang single-handedly stopped tens of thousands of people and stopped the Buddhist cultivators alone!"

"I went to guard the city gate today and heard a lot of Fellow Taoist discussing this matter!"

The scene was in an uproar.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]

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