Who Has a Minor Return Pill?

The next moment.

A white-clad youth wearing a ghost-face mask shot over from the city gate like lightning, positioning himself directly before Liu Sanji and slashing out with his sword.

A terrifying crimson Sword Qi burst forth, hurtling toward the tiger-beast phantom with incomparably fierce momentum.

"A sword cultivator?"

At the sight of the newcomer, a trace of surprise flashed through Wang Yunqi's eyes.

Sword cultivators were known as possessing the foremost killing power among all paths, making them extraordinarily troublesome. Fortunately, sword cultivators had nearly vanished nowadays. Otherwise, the Demon Race would have to pay an unimaginably bloody price to conquer the Human Race.

How could a sword cultivator suddenly descend here?

Though shocked, he was not afraid. He had discovered that this youth was merely at the Sword Disciple Seventh Level and could never harm his tiger demon. His tiger demon possessed strength close to the Demon Disciple Eighth Level.

The Demon Race was innately stronger than the Human Race and could nearly crush them at the same level. Though sword cultivators possessed astonishing combat power, crossing realms was impossible.

Yet what happened next utterly disappointed him.

As that Sword Qi drew close, the tiger-beast phantom seemed to have seen something terrifying. It trembled slightly, its face twisted in fear. It could not even flee before the sword light blasted it to pieces, turning it into a cloud of green smoke.

Everyone present, human and demon alike, was utterly stunned by the sight!

Where had this Human Race youth come from?

He had actually scattered Wang Yunqi's Tiger Demon Spirit with a single sword strike?

"My Tiger Demon Spirit... actually couldn't withstand it?"

Wang Yunqi's face was also filled with shock, but before he could think further, searing pain surged from his soul.

The Tiger Demon Spirit had long fused as one with Wang Yunqi. Now that the spirit had been destroyed, Wang Yunqi had suffered grievous injuries as well.

He let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning pale. Furious, he raised his head to glare venomously at the ghost-faced youth in the distance. "Brat, you're only a Sword Disciple Seventh Level, yet you dare kill my Tiger Demon Spirit. I'll make you—"

Halfway through his words, Wang Yunqi's voice abruptly stopped. His pupils constricted sharply as he stared in disbelief at what he saw.

That crimson Sword Qi in the distance had not dispersed at all. It continued flying straight toward him.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye.

The crimson Sword Qi arrived before Wang Yunqi.

Wang Yunqi wore a disdainful expression and casually unleashed a terrifying stream of demonic energy, intending to blast the Sword Qi apart. Yet he discovered an aura on the Sword Qi that made him faintly afraid. It cleaved through his demonic energy and shot directly toward his chest.

"H-how could this be?!"

Wang Yunqi's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly fired several more streams of demonic energy in succession before barely managing to disperse the red Sword Qi.

At this sight.

Every human and demon in the area was shocked once again!

That youth had casually released a single strand of Sword Qi, yet it had not only destroyed the Tiger Demon Spirit, but also forced Wang Yunqi into such a sorry state?

Weren't the Human Race all trash? How could such a Heavenly Prodigy Rank exist?

The Bear Martial City martial artists hiding in the shadows were equally dumbfounded. Forget the Demon Race—even they had never heard of a young sword cultivator appearing in Great Xia.

That ghost-faced youth was naturally Xiao Chen, who had rushed here desperately. At this moment, he held Liu Sanji, who was continuously coughing up blood, his eyes brimming with rage.

Despite racing here as fast as he could, he had still arrived a little too late. Liu Sanji had already been beaten into a grievously injured state.

With injuries like these, without a healing sacred medicine like the Minor Return Pill, someone with Liu Sanji's constitution would find it difficult to survive.

Seeing Liu Sanji's miserable, blood-soaked appearance.

He felt a towering fury ignite within his heart.

The moment he learned that Bear Martial City had been surrounded by the Demon Race, he had thought that Liu Sanji might face a life-or-death crisis.

Liu Sanji was an old soldier. Though he was now advanced in years, the hot blood in his heart had not gone cold. Faced with such a situation, he would definitely go out and fight the Demon Race to the death!

That was why Xiao Chen had rushed here to save him at once. Yet he had never expected to still be too late!

"L-little brother, th-thank you. It's a pity Liu Sanji has no way to repay you."

"C-could you deliver a message to Xiao Chen of Zhenbei King Manor for me? Tell him Liu Sanji was buried in demon jaws today. He need not mind our old agreement that he would see me through my final years and bury me. A-and tell him to live happily and joyfully. Liu... Liu Sanji will bless him from below!"

"I-I truly wanted to accompany... the Young Lord for a little longer. He has had it too hard alone. What a pity!"

Liu Sanji's face was deathly pale, filled with regret.

Xiao Chen's eyes turned crimson as he turned to the Garrison Commander. "Do you have a Minor Return Pill?"

The Garrison Commander froze, then gave a bitter smile. "The Minor Return Pill is a sacred healing medicine. How could someone like me possibly possess one?"

Xiao Chen's gaze immediately dimmed.

"However, the Demon Suppression Office in Bear Martial City has them. It's just that they're all a pack of selfish bastards. I fear they won't take one out to save Chicken Lord!"

The Garrison Commander gritted his teeth.

A Minor Return Pill was worth a fortune. Even within the Demon Suppression Office, it was an exceedingly rare treasure. They did not even care about the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, so there was no way they would use a Minor Return Pill to save Liu Sanji.

"L-little brother, life and death are fated. Don't force yourself over me. A M-Minor Return Pill is Divine Medicine. A lowly life like mine cannot afford to take it!"

Liu Sanji stretched out a withered hand and gently patted Xiao Chen's arm, signaling him not to take it to heart. He was about to close his eyes.

Xiao Chen's expression changed sharply. He knew that Liu Sanji's will to live was weak. If he closed his eyes now, not even an immortal deity could save him.

He bent down and pressed close to Liu Sanji's ear. "Liu Sanji, open your fucking eyes for me! Didn't we agree that I'd see you through your final years and bury you?"

"If you dare die, I'll tell everyone in the city about how you used to peek at Widow Liu bathing, so you'll have no face to be a ghost even after death!"

Hearing this, light suddenly returned to Liu Sanji's dim old eyes. He stared at Xiao Chen in disbelief. "Y-you're the Young Lord? You became a sword cultivator?"

Xiao Chen said with red-rimmed eyes, "Of course. Other than me, who else would come all this way to save an old bastard like you?"

"Good... good... good! My Young Lord has recovered, and he even became an unparalleled sword cultivator! With the Young Lord backing me, even if I get caught peeking at widows bathing in the future, I, Liu... Liu Sanji, won't be afraid!"

Liu Sanji burst into hearty laughter.

Upon hearing this, sorrow appeared on the faces of everyone around them.

It seemed Liu Sanji had reached the point where his oil was spent and his lamp had run dry. Hallucinations had begun appearing before his eyes—he had actually mistaken this white-clad youth for that useless Xiao Chen!

Xiao Chen was trash. How could he suddenly become a sword cultivator? And such a monstrous sword cultivator at that! There were not many people like him in all of Great Xia!

"Brat, who are you? How dare you come here and meddle in others' business?"

"Don't you know the unspoken rule that martial artists do not interfere when the Demon Race slaughters a city?"

Wang Yunqi stepped forward several paces. His pair of cold, sinister eyes locked firmly onto Xiao Chen as he spoke in a chilling tone.

"You were the one who injured him?"

Xiao Chen carefully laid Liu Sanji on the ground, then rose and faced Wang Yunqi directly.

Wang Yunqi froze, then burst into laughter. "You mean this old piece of trash? I was the one who beat him. So what? Don't tell me you want to avenge him?"

"Then die."

Xiao Chen said coldly.

"Brat, quit talking shit! You? I only used sixty percent of my strength just now. If I use my full strength, you'll die! Leave now, and I can still spare your worthless life! Otherwise, don't blame us for breaking the rules!"

Wang Yunqi laughed wildly.

Though they had certain private agreements with some great figures of the imperial court, slaughtering cities meant killing only commoners and not harming martial artists.

But if Xiao Chen insisted on courting death, then he could not blame them.