The Legendary Spirit Pill

And now...

Compared to this, how could he not feel ashamed and mortified?

Consequently, cold sweat drenched his back, and he grew increasingly fearful and trembling.

"What is the other party doing?"

Although thick fog stood between them, it posed no obstacle to Lin Xiaoyao's vision.

Seeing Master Green Feather's expression and reaction clearly, Lin Xiaoyao was truly quite surprised.

Though he possessed the fruit of a Saint, he naturally could not guess what the other party was thinking at this moment, nor did he expect that his simple sentence—meant merely to show off—would be interpreted so deeply.

Yet, falling into the ears of this kind-hearted Sect Master, the man had cleverly overthought everything.

This was just a trial run, so it was best not to delay too long.

Stop while ahead.

Since he had already grasped the method, communicating with the other party in the future would be a simple matter.

Regardless of what the other party was thinking, Lin Xiaoyao had already made his decision.

The display of power he had just put on seemed to have frightened the Sect Master, so he should proceed to handle the business he had already decided upon.

Thus, he no longer hesitated. With his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke in a manner befitting his status: "Your injuries are severe?"

"Disciple, junior..."

Master Green Feather, who had already identified this mysterious figure within the spiritual light as an ancestor of their sect, spoke with increasing reverence, though he immediately corrected himself as the words left his lips.

Although he was now certain that the person before him must be a senior ancestor of their sect, since the other party had not admitted it, he dared not act presumptuously.

He feared that if he displeased the other party or caused offense, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Therefore, he continued to address him as a senior.

Hearing the other party inquire about his injuries, he felt a sense of shame, and a bitter smile involuntarily surfaced in his heart.

Although he was putting on a brave front in front of others, his injuries from Old Demon Jia's sneak attack were indeed extremely severe.

Not only were his internal organs damaged, but most critically, the demonic energy had condensed within his meridians, coiling like maggots attached to bone.

He had tried every method to purge it and had consumed many spiritual pills, yet nothing had worked.

If he continued to delay, as time passed, his injuries would not only fail to heal but would likely grow even more grave.

While it wouldn't cost him his life, being plagued by such injuries would not only drastically reduce his strength but would likely bring his path of cultivation to an end.

Master Green Feather was well aware of these circumstances.

But what could he do?

He was at his wit's end.

As the Sect Master, he could not show weakness in front of others, especially since the sect had just experienced such a crisis and had only recently stabilized.

If news spread that he, the Sect Master, was suffering from grave, unhealed injuries, one could imagine the blow it would deal to the Feathering Sect.

The sect would surely fall into a state of panic.

Furthermore, some petty villains outside might take advantage of the sect's weakness and seize the opportunity to act.

Therefore, although he was severely injured, he had kept it hidden from everyone except the head of Treasure Pill Valley and his fellow sect brothers.

For one, he did not want everyone to worry about him; for another, he feared that someone might have a loose tongue and accidentally leak the news to the disciples and nephews, eventually causing it to spread.

He could only force himself to hold on, putting on an expression of having no major issues in front of everyone.

Yet, at this moment, it had been seen through and pointed out in a single sentence by this senior.

Master Green Feather was amazed by the ancestor's prowess, as he had hidden his injuries exceptionally well.

On the other hand, he could not help but feel a sense of helplessness and bitterness.

Thus, upon being asked, he found himself at a loss for how to respond.

"Take it!"

Lin Xiaoyao had no intention of making things difficult for him or waiting for an answer.

With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of green light flew forward.

Master Green Feather did not understand the situation, but he did not hesitate, respectfully receiving the object that flew toward him.

As the spiritual light faded, a small porcelain bottle came into view.

"What is this?"

He felt a mix of suspicion and surprise, then applied a little force with his left hand to open the bottle's lid.

Immediately, a strange, fragrant scent assailed his nostrils; just a single whiff left his entire body feeling refreshed and at ease.

For some reason, Master Green Feather's mood grew agitated.

His hands trembled as he poured a single spirit pill from the bottle.

It was roughly the size of a dragon's eye, crisp and emerald green. Its surface was not only wrapped in a layer of spiritual light, but also featured faint, rice-grain-sized runes flickering into view.

"This is..."

Master Green Feather could hardly believe his own eyes.

He carefully identified it several times before trembling as he spoke, his voice and tone filled with excitement and wild joy: "This is... the Mystic Heaven Green Spirit Powder?"

Although he had already recognized it, he still found the scene unfolding before him hard to believe.

The Mystic Heaven Green Spirit Powder was a legendary spirit pill.

It could not be used for cultivation, nor could it increase magic power, let alone help one break through a bottleneck.

Yet, it was even more precious.

This was because the pill was a legendary holy object for healing.

While it might not be able to bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh on bones, it had been passed down through the ages in the cultivation world that no matter how severe an injury was, one only needed to consume a single Mystic Heaven Clear Spirit Powder.

It could restore one to their original state with ease.

Furthermore, these claims were ironclad and by no means an exaggeration or nonsense.

"Many thanks, Founder."

In his excitement, Master Green Feather neglected the error in his address; he cupped his hands and prepared to bow down to Lin Xiaoyao.

Lin Xiaoyao, however, raised an eyebrow.

The man was the sect's own esteemed leader; what kind of sense did it make for him to bow to someone like himself?

Though he enjoyed acting profound, he did not wish to receive this gesture.

He flicked his sleeve.

Before Master Green Feather could finish his bow, he felt a gale wrap around his body. His consciousness blurred, and his limbs seemed to slip from his control.

"This is..."

When he woke up again, he found himself still inside the Founder's Shrine.

He was even still maintaining the posture of offering a bow.

Everything that had just happened felt like a fleeting dream.

Yet, it had been so real.

No, that definitely had nothing to do with a dream.

He turned his head sharply to look at his left hand.

He saw that in the palm of his hand, he was indeed still clutching a porcelain bottle.

Opening the bottle, what met his eyes was the emerald-green Mystic Heaven Green Spirit Powder.

Sure enough... all of this was real.

Master Green Feather let out a sigh of relief.

The expression on his face was one of extreme surprise and joy.

He then bowed deeply toward the Founder's spirit tablet in front of him and performed a grand kowtow.

Only then did he stride away.

Upon stepping out of the Founder's Shrine, he discovered that the young disciple he had ordered to leave earlier had returned at some point and was now standing respectfully outside.

Master Green Feather was in an excellent mood and actually nodded at him.

He instructed: "Although cleaning the Founder's Shrine is a bitter task, it is an extremely important job for our sect. Nothing must be neglected; you must complete this internal duty diligently every day."

"This disciple understands. I will strictly follow the Sect Leader's decree."

Lin Xiaoyao bowed respectfully.