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Hao Yun's expression stiffened. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned to Chu Sheng, and spoke with a dry laugh.

"Senior, Fellow Daoist Chen already said it—the Nine-Turn Purple Ganoderma Grass is of little use for healing. Why not let us have it?"

Chu Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at him. Though his aura was weak, his gaze was chilling enough to make one's heart tremble.

"Give it to me."

At those words, the anger Hao Yun had barely suppressed instantly surged up again, his face flushing red.

He had agreed to join forces to break the restriction out of respect for the Lieyang Immortal Sect, and to share the healing spiritual medicines with them.

Yet this man, despite being grievously wounded, was still pushing his luck like this. He truly did not know how to appreciate a favor!

He Qiang, standing nearby, also wore a troubled expression.

He knew perfectly well that the middle-aged man surnamed Chen had not lied.

The Nine-Turn Purple Ganoderma Grass was indeed not a healing spiritual medicine. It was far inferior even to the Nine-Leaf Golden Ginseng.

To swallow it directly would truly be a waste of heaven's gifts...

After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and quietly advised him.

"Senior, this Nine-Turn Purple Ganoderma Grass truly isn't suitable for healing injuries."

Chu Sheng shot him a glance. "How will we know without trying...?"

The power left behind by that Immortal Venerable was strange and unfathomable. So long as there was even the slightest possibility, he had to try.

Besides, if the Nine-Turn Purple Ganoderma Grass went to him, Hao Yun and the others would lose nothing. The Lieyang Immortal Sect would compensate them.

But if the Nine-Turn Purple Ganoderma Grass could truly help heal him, only for Hao Yun and the others