Chapter 47: Vermilion Bird Fruit (Second Update)

  Seeking collection and promotion

  "Oh, this is what that old fellow brought out for sale. I think it's just an ordinary fruit!" Ye Bin shook his head helplessly, with a face full of gloom.

  "Ordinary fruit?" Ye Chen's right hand slowly extended forward, his face suddenly paused, the fire attribute true energy in his body began to circulate wildly at this moment. Normally, it would take several moments for a large cycle, but now it was several cycles in an instant. Moreover, the aura emitted by the fruit made Ye Chen extremely familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

  "Kid, this shouldn't be a Blood Plum, but rather the similarly-named Vermilion Bird Fruit!" Fire Qilin's tone was tinged with surprise. Logically speaking, this thing shouldn't appear here, and the Ye family members clearly didn't recognize the true nature of this fruit either.

  "Zhuque fruit?" Ye Chen's eyebrows slightly furrowed, could it be related to the Zhuque clan?

  "Master Ye Chen!" Ye Bin's call pulled Ye Chen back to reality, who smiled slightly and pointed at the red fruit, saying: "Elder Ye Bin, I wonder how this red fruit is sold?" It was clear that this was not the time to ask about Huo Qilin, so Ye Chen didn't ask and instead focused on getting his hands on the fruit first.

  "Master Chen, are you going to buy this fruit?" Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Ye Bin was visibly taken aback for a moment before responding with surprise: "Master Chen, you really want to buy this fruit? It's just an ordinary fruit, and the price of that red fruit is quite strange!"

  A faint smile, Ye Chen helplessly rubbed his forehead and said vaguely: "I'll take this fruit, what's the price?"

  Ye Bin smiled wryly, his large sleeve fluttered, and a weak gentle breeze slowly emerged from the red fruit, immediately holding the red fruit and falling into Ye Bin's palm.

  He beckoned to Ye Chen, who stepped forward a few steps, pushed open the door of the pavilion, and leaped out, bounding rapidly towards a certain place in the medicine hall.

  Ye Chen hesitated for a moment before following closely behind.

  Two figures were rapidly swirling inside the medicine hall. Ye Bin took into consideration that Ye Chenxiu was not keeping up, so he kindly slowed down his speed.

  Ye Chen smiled calmly and his body's Vermilion Bird Seal slowly circulated, replenishing the consumed fire-attributed true energy.

  The winding path led them through a secluded area, passing by several magnificent pavilions with glittering golden and emerald roofs. A courtyard slowly came into view before the two of them, and Ye Chen gazed at it in astonishment.

  The courtyard is no different from an ordinary farmhouse, it's just a bit more elegant.

  At this moment, an old man of about sixty years old was sitting on a bamboo table in the courtyard. He wore a green martial arts uniform, with a head of black hair scattered randomly like him, holding a white porcelain wine jug and drinking continuously, his eyes were slightly dizzy, and the whole person showed a decadent look.

  The fragrance of wine drifted with the gentle breeze all around, watching that old man enjoying himself leisurely, Ye Bin's mouth twitched with discontent and said: "This old scoundrel knows how to enjoy himself, people are really infuriating, why do I have to work hard outside!"

  "Kid, you're a strong Qi Wu Realm cultivator!" Huo Qilin reminded him.

  The strong Qi Wujing, could it be that the old man in the courtyard is one of those undead from the Ye family.

  He nodded slightly, Ye Chen listened to Ye Bin's muttering voice, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Others are strong in the air martial realm, while you're just a beginner in the initial martial realm, can you compare?

  "Lao Bin, if you work hard to cultivate yourself, you can be like me too!" A very leisurely voice slowly sounded in Ye Chen and Ye Bin's ears.

  "Hey!" Ye Bin sighed helplessly, smiled bitterly, beckoned to Ye Chen, took a few steps forward and stepped into the courtyard.

  With a vigilant gaze sweeping around him, Ye Chen felt a sense of oppression at this moment, perhaps this place was the residence of those powerful Qi Wu masters.

  Those powerful warriors unintentionally revealed their aura, which was so powerful that it was likely that someone like himself would be killed by a single slap, and he couldn't help but smile wryly. The rapid progress of his cultivation over the past few months had made Ye Chen feel a little proud in his heart, but now that pride had also dissipated.

  As he stepped into the courtyard, the fragrance of wine grew stronger. Ye Chen's eyes habitually scanned around the courtyard, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes.

  Several swords were arranged in order around the courtyard, with a faint sword aura surrounding each of them.

  Ye Chen's astonished expression naturally fell into the old man's eyes, and the old man said with a hint of pride: "Youngster, how are these swords?"

  "It's nothing!" Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, slightly shrugged his shoulders and curled up the corners of his mouth.

  "Bastard, you actually said the sword I forged is not good!" The old man suddenly jumped up, his face gradually turning iron blue, his face twisted, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire, angrily shouting: "Get out, this old man doesn't welcome you, all of you get out of here!"

  A fierce and violent energy was carrying a scorching hot air that rushed towards Ye Chen and Ye Bin, causing cracks to appear on the ground.

  Suddenly, Ye Chen's heart was slightly shocked, and his true energy slowly emerged from the center of his palm, retreating several steps forward and backward.

  His face was full of bitterness, Ye Bin gave Ye Chen a resentful glance, this kid didn't mention anything, once he did, it would be a disaster.

  He took a few steps forward, blocking Ye Chen's figure behind him. With a wave of his long sleeve, strands of clear wind burst out and immediately transformed into a terrifying tornado that collided with the air force.

  A loud explosion sounded, stirring up dust all over the ground. Coughing slightly, Ye Chen stepped forward and clapped his hands, dispersing the surrounding dust. He cupped his hands and said: "Can't you, Elder, see that these swords are not even top-notch?"

  "The swords I forged may not be top-notch, but they are still exceptional swords!" The old man's face turned red with rage as he scolded, "You old fart, what did you bring this little rascal to my place for?"

  "There's still no end to this, I'm very busy, don't bring all these cats and dogs here!" Without even caring about the dusty table and chairs, the old man sat down directly, scolding Ye Bin with great dissatisfaction, his silver beard fluttering along with it, the air also becoming turbulent.

  He spread out his hands, Ye Bin helplessly smiled at Ye Chen, then immediately roared at the old man: "Old rascal, someone wants to buy your trash fruit!"

  "Rotten fruit, you're old and won't die! You don't know what nonsense you're talking about!" The old man suddenly jumped up from his chair again, his face full of anger, wildly bellowing. Suddenly realizing something, he turned his head abruptly and stared at Ye Chen in surprise, humming: "Youngster, you want to buy my fruit?"

  Her eyes sparkled, Ye Chen nodded slightly and said softly: "Yes!"

  "Hey kiddo, the price of that fruit is a bit outrageous, are you sure you want to buy it?" The old man's mouth curled up with a hint of mysterious smile, catching Ye Chen's gaze with a playful glint, comfortably holding the wine jug, then slowly closed his eyes and lazily reclined in his chair.

  "What price?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, remained silent for a while before slowly saying: "What price!"

  "A single breath of martial energy sword!" The old man said very rudely.