uang said: "An Cai'e, you are only the second-in-command, and you can't be the leader of Guwangzhai. Don't you fear that the Guwang will blame you for doing this"An Caie smiled and said, "You're talki...Ye Bufan glanced at the herbs in front of him. The first thing that caught his eye was a ginseng as thick as a child's arm, with a purplish-red glow and an abundance of spiritual energy.

This is not only wild ginseng, but it's at least over a thousand years old. I really wonder how the Gongben family found such a good medicine.

Moreover, there was a basin-sized lingzhi with a history of over a thousand years.

The following herbs, though not as renowned as the previous two, are also extremely rare and valuable. Saint Yang Grass, Seven Star Flower, Black Bone Herb...

In short, he needs everything for refining the Saint Yuan Pill. He has basically gathered everything.

"Not bad, really not bad."

Ye Bufan nodded with satisfaction.

It seems like my trip to Daoguo this time was really profitable. These rare medicinal herbs are not something you can buy with money; they require connections, resources, and time.

Mamoru Mabuno said, "Since Mr. Ye is satisfied, let's begin the alchemy."

"Sure, but I need absolute silence when I'm making medicine. None of you can disturb me. Please all go out now. No one is allowed in without my permission."

Otherwise, once it fails, even if your Gamoto family can still find these herbs, it will be too late.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone stationed at the door right away. No one will disturb you."

Mamoru Shigeno immediately backed out and had someone stationed at Ye Bufan's door.

Though he wasn't sure if the other party was telling the truth, he couldn't afford to take the risk.

To find these herbs, the Gongben family also spent a lot of money and manpower. They absolutely couldn't waste them casually, besides, Gongben Lantaiji could no longer wait.

After leaving, he quickly arrived at Miyamoto Musashi's room and wanted to check through the monitor how Ye Bufan was refining medicine.

To my surprise, as soon as I walked in, the large screen on the wall was covered with snow, apparently the monitor had malfunctioned again.

The enraged Miyamoto Musashi swung his fist, shattering the large screen into pieces.

Now it is certain that the other party has discovered their surveillance facilities and has the ability to disable them. Continuing would be futile.

He looked at Momokawa Masaki: “Do you think that kid will make a scene”

"It shouldn't be a problem," Mabuchi said. "As for now, we have Chūson Dongju in our hands. He can only obey us and shouldn't dare to make any trouble."

Besides, hasn't the head of the household already laid a net to catch everything

Besides the Qianmu family, all the other major families have already agreed to our request and will send Saint Rank experts over soon.

Then, with the addition of our ancestral master from the Gongben family, and several great martial saints joining forces, that kid wouldn't stand a chance.

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Even a dragon wouldn't make much of a splash.

As soon as he spoke, a smug expression spread across Kagehisa's face. It was all his doing, meticulously planned. He hadn't even considered the possibility of the other party escaping.

"You're right, let him bask in his glory for a while longer. Once my father is healed, we'll send them, mother and child, to meet Yamata no Orochi."

Two people waited in the room for a while, and suddenly a strong aroma came over them. It was a very potent smell of medicine.

"How does this medicine smell so good"

Catching a whiff of the fragrance, a smile appeared on Kagemoto Mokushu's face: “It seems Mr. Ye didn’t deceive us. Having gathered so many precious medicinal herbs, he truly did create a fine medicine.”

Although he didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, the aroma suggested this wasn't ordinary herbal medicine.

Mamoru Gamo said, “The young master is right. If you want the head of the family to break through to the Saint Rank, you need some good medicine.”

Two people were talking, and the door opened. Ye Bufan walked out of the room.

Led by his family, he came to the room of Miyamoto Musashi.

"I'm ready. All I need is to see my mother so I can cure her."

"Okay, Ms. Changsun is here. Follow me."

After finishing his words, Miyamoto Mokushu took Ye Bufan out of the room and brought him to Miyamoto Lantai's ward.

After entering, I saw Miyamoto Lantai lying on the hospital bed. On the sofa beside him sat a beautiful woman, who was none other than Changsun Dongju.

After a few days apart, she hadn't changed much. There was just a hint of sadness in her brow.

Two elders of the Gongben family were guarding beside her, both at the peak of the Heavenly Rank. It was evident how much they valued Changsun Dongju.

Upon seeing his son, he immediately brightened up, then his face contorted with worry: "Xiao Fan, how did you come here"

She wants to see her son, but she doesn't want him to risk his life for her.

"Mom, I'm here to pick you up and take you home."

Ye Bufan was originally going to walk towards Changsun Dongju, but he was stopped by Miyamoto Musashi.

"Mr. Ye, according to our previous agreement, it's not time for you to take Ms. Changsun back yet."

He was very clear about Ye Bufan's cultivation level. Once he got too close, it was very likely that he would directly rescue Changsun Dongju. At that time, he would lose his hostage and be unable to coerce the other party into treating his father's illness.

Ye Bufan didn't say much either, looking at his mother and saying, "Mom, how have you been lately Have they been bullying you"

"No, I'm fine."

Changsun Dongju nodded, but her expression betrayed a worry she couldn't hide.

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She knew what this place was and even more so, she knew the power of the Miyamoto family. Her son coming here alone would inevitably pose a huge risk.

"Why don't you rest here for a while I'll get them healed up and then we can leave."

Ye Bufan gave Changsun Dongju a confident smile, assuring her not to worry, then turned his head and walked towards the sickbed of Miyamoto Musashi.

"Master Immortal, can you treat my father now"

The plan had reached the final stage, and Miyamoto Musashi felt a surge of excitement.

"Okay, let's begin."

Ye Bufan said, taking out a black pill and putting it in front of Gongben Ranta: "Eat this."

"Master Physician, what is this medicine"

"Miyamoto Musashi asked with some concern."

"Poison, eat or not eat"

Ye Bufan looked at him intently and said.

"Uh..."

Moriguchi realized that he had no choice but to step aside and remain silent.

"Ye Bufan shoved the pill into Miyamoto Taisuke's mouth: "This pill can help regulate your yin and yang, and I'll give you acupuncture right after. It might hurt a bit, so you have to bear with it."

"It's nothing, I'm a warrior from the Great Dane Kingdom. A little pain is nothing to me."

Morigami Lantai spoke with confidence. As a peak Heavenly Stage expert, how could he care about a little pain

"That's good."

Ye Bufan's mouth twitched into an imperceptible smile, he casually drew out a silver needle and plunged it towards the opponent's chest.

Originally, Gōnken Rintarō had a nonchalant expression, even a hint of disdain. As a warrior from the Great Dog Country, he lived by the Bushido code, fearless even in the face of death. How could he possibly care about a little pain

Don't say they were only holding a thin silver needle, even if it were a knife, they wouldn't flinch.

Just as the silver needle entered his body, his expression changed instantly. An unprecedented pain surged through his brain nerves, almost causing him to cry out.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, he had an urge to curse, damn it! This wasn't just a little pain, it was excruciating, a pain so intense that he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

Having lived for so many years, he had never felt such intense pain before. He couldn't imagine how a silver needle could cause such excruciating agony.

But just now he had already said it, and with so many people watching him, in order to maintain his image as a strong person, he could only grit his teeth tightly and try not to make a sound.

(The End)you get for your own actions…"Those around him had a variety of reactions: some showed pity, others sympathy, some even gloated, and some were openly scornful. In short, no one was optimistic about th...