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, placing himself directly in front of Liu Sanji and swinging his sword.

A terrifying blood-red Sword Qi suddenly flew forth, slashing straight at the tiger-beast phantom with incomparable ferocity.

"A sword cultivator?"

A flicker of surprise passed through Wang Yunqi's eyes when he saw the newcomer.

Sword cultivators were known as the foremost killers among all paths, exceptionally troublesome to deal with. Fortunately, sword cultivators had all but vanished nowadays; otherwise, the Demon Race would have to pay an unimaginably bloody price to conquer the human race.

How had a sword cultivator suddenly appeared?

Though shocked, he was not afraid, for he saw that the youth before him was merely at Sword Disciple Seventh Level. There was no way he could harm his tiger demon, which possessed strength close to Demon Disciple Eighth Level.

The Demon Race was innately stronger than humans and could almost crush them at the same level. Though sword cultivators possessed astonishing strength, crossing realms was still impossible.

Yet what happened next utterly disappointed him.

As the Sword Qi drew near, the tiger-beast phantom seemed to have encountered something terrifying. It trembled slightly, its face revealing terror. It could not even flee before the sword light blasted it to pieces, turning it into a cloud of green smoke.

At this sight, both humans and demons present were utterly shocked!

Where had this human youth come from?

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

"My Tiger Demon Spirit... couldn't block it?"

Wang Yunqi's face was filled with shock, but before he could think further, a burst of 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 himself suffered grave injuries.

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

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

The blood-red Sword Qi in the distance had not dissipated at all. It continued flying straight toward him.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye.

The blood-red Sword Qi arrived directly before Wang Yunqi.

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

"H-how can this be?!"

Wang Yunqi's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly unleashed several more bursts of demon aura in succession before barely managing to disperse the red Sword Qi.

Seeing this.

All the humans and demons in the area were shocked once more!

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

Weren't humans all useless? How could one possess such peerless talent?

The Bear Martial City martial artists hidden in the shadows and observing were also 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 with all his might. At this moment, he held Liu Sanji, who was continuously coughing up blood, his eyes brimming with fury.

Even rushing as fast as he could, he had still arrived a little too late. Liu Sanji had already been beaten gravely injured.

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

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

Xiao Chen only felt a towering rage ignite within his heart.

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

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

That was why Xiao Chen had rushed here to provide aid at the first opportunity. Yet he had still come 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 for me to Xiao Chen of Zhenbei King Manor? Tell him Liu Sanji was buried in demon jaws today. He needn't concern himself with our old promise that I would see him through his final years. A-and tell him to live happily and well. Liu... Liu Sanji will bless him from below!"

"I... I truly wanted to accompany the Young Lord for a little longer. He has suffered too much alone. What a pity!"

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

Xiao Chen's eyes reddened 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 have one?"

Xiao Chen's gaze immediately darkened.

"However, the Demon Suppression Office in Bear Martial City has them. It's just that they're a pack of selfish bastards. I'm afraid 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, l-life and death are decreed by fate. Don't force yourself for me. The Minor Return Pill is divine medicine. A lowly life like mine cannot afford to take it!"

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

Xiao Chen's expression changed drastically. He knew that Liu Sanji's will to live was weak; if he closed his eyes now, not even a Great Luo Immortal could bring him back.

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

"If you dare die, I'll tell everyone in the city about how you used to peep on Widow Liu while she bathed. I'll make sure you're too ashamed to face anyone even after becoming a ghost!"

At those words, a glimmer 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?"

With reddened eyes, Xiao Chen said, "Bullshit. Who else but me would come all this way to save an old bastard like you?"

"Good... good... good! My Young Lord has recovered, and he's even become an unrivaled sword cultivator! With the Young Lord backing me up, I, Liu... Liu Sanji, won't be afraid even if I'm caught peeping at widows bathing from now on!"

Liu Sanji burst into hearty laughter.

Hearing this, everyone around them showed sorrowful expressions.

It seemed Liu Sanji had reached the point where his oil was spent and his lamp had run dry. He was already seeing hallucinations, actually mistaking this white-robed youth for that worthless Xiao Chen!

Xiao Chen was a good-for-nothing—how could he suddenly become a sword cultivator? And such a monstrous sword cultivator at that! Even across all of Great Xia, people like him were few and far between!

"Brat, who are you? How dare you come here and meddle in our affairs?"

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

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

"Was it you who injured him?"

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

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

"Then die."

Xiao Chen said coldly.

"Brat, stop spouting bullshit! You think you can do it? I only used sixty percent of my strength just now. If I went all out, you'd be dead! Leave now, and I can still spare your dog life! Otherwise, don't blame us for breaking the rules!"

Wang Yunqi laughed wildly.

They did have certain private agreements with some influential figures of the imperial dynasty: during a city massacre, they would kill only civilians and not harm martial artists.

But if Xiao Chen was determined to court death, then they could hardly be blamed.