The Yellow Spring Great Sage’s eyes narrowed when he heard Bu Fang’s calm words. He had to admit that the boy had a strong mind. Even a Nine-revolution Little Saint would be smashed into meat paste by his palm, let alone a One-revolution Little Saint. However, this little fellow was not at all frightened and didn’t even bat an eye.

“I have a lot of One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass. What do I need so much for?” As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he burst out laughing, his voice ringing through the sky.

“The grassland I will give you will not be full of One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, but Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass…” Bu Fang said lightly.

“Young man, you’re about to die. Why are you still fibbing? Do you know how rare Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass is?” The Great Saint’s eyes grew sharper. “The growth of the Yellow Spring Grass from eight leaves to nine leaves is a qualitative transformation, which is beyond the ability of human beings. Only after countless years of cultivation by heaven and earth could it be formed… The Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass you’re holding is the first of its kind I’ve seen in ten thousand years.”

A palm was suspended in midair, emitting a terrifying force that caused the surrounding to crumble. Instead of falling, it floated an inch from Bu Fang, and it didn’t fade away. The control of power was absolutely extraordinary.

“Believe me, a grassland is not a dream,” Bu Fang said seriously.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage twitched his mouth and smiled disdainfully. “Tell me, what do you want to do with this Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass? It’s rare because it’s scarce. I hold it in my hand and toy with it occasionally for my amusement.”

If truth be told, what really made him stop attacking was not Bu Fang’s promise of giving him a grassland, but the use of the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass.

Bu Fang raised his hand and held up the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass. It was turquoise and had nine leaves, growing from bottom to top. The higher the leaf, the greener it was. Rich spirit essence spread from it, and just by smelling it was enough to refresh one’s spirit.

“This is the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass…” Bu Fang said. Then, he lifted his other hand, and a Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness appeared in his palm with a gentle light. It was white and looked like a magnolia, giving off a sweet smell.

“The Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness?!” The Yellow Spring Great Sage looked surprised. He didn’t expect Bu Fang to have obtained this flower. However, the flower was much inferior to the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass. ‘So why did this boy show me the flower?’

“You may be holding the Yellow Spring Grass just for fun, but this is a real waste of treasure,” Bu Fang said rudely, looking at the Great Saint.

Anger simmered inside the Yellow Spring Great Sage. He couldn’t wait to kill the boy with a slap. However, he resisted the impulse because he wanted to know what the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass could be used for other than as a toy.

Could it be used as a medicine? That was not a big deal. After all, there were too many spirit herbs in the world that were more powerful than the Yellow Spring Grass, so why should such a rare flower be used as medicine?

If Bu Fang couldn’t give him a satisfactory answer, he would definitely kill him with a slap, even if he had obtained the Senseless Lotus and seemed to have a strange relationship with the mysterious existence in the bronze palace. He, the Yellow Spring Great Sage, was not afraid of anything!

Bu Fang took a deep breath and said, “When the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass is combined with the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness, they make the best wine…”

“What?!” The Yellow Spring Great Sage froze, then his expression became strange. He looked at Bu Fang as if he were an idiot.

‘Wine? This boy risked his life to get the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass just to make wine?’

“Are you crazy? Or do you think I’m a fool?” The Great Saint’s eyes narrowed slightly. The surrounding void was once again locked down.

Bu Fang looked indifferently at the Yellow Spring Great Sage as he said, “You don’t believe it?”

“Do you think I’ll believe you?” the Yellow Spring Great Sage sneered. He had drunk wine, of course, but there was really no wine that could impress him.

Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. With a thought, a jade jar appeared in his hand. It was his last jar of Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. He sent the jar flying toward the Great Saint.

“Hmm?” The Yellow Spring Great Sage paused. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed the jar. “What’s this?” he asked doubtfully.

“This is the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine I made from the One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass I picked last time,” Bu Fang said honestly.

“Wine? Can you really make wine out of Yellow Spring Grass?” The Yellow Spring Great Sage narrowed his eyes and opened the cover with a slap. An intense bouquet immediately drifted into his nose from the wine jar. It was a very unique aroma, incredibly tantalizing, and just smelling it made him crave for wine.

“It doesn’t seem bad…”

He gave Bu Fang a suspicious look, then lifted the jar and poured the wine into his mouth. A stream of clear wine immediately poured into his mouth from the jar.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage threw his head back and drank deep. The aromatic wine kept trickling down from the corners of his mouth. Soon, he finished the whole jar of wine in one go.

“Great!”

His eyes lit up. After downing the whole jar of wine, he wiped away the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, and his face turned a little red. Although the spiritual energy contained in the wine was negligible to a Great Saint, its taste was really amazing. It was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted!

Moreover, the wine was indeed made from Yellow Spring Grass. He smacked his lips and could taste the grass on his tongue. He was very familiar with Yellow Spring Grass, so he could recognize its flavor. This made his eyes grow brighter.

“I didn’t know Yellow Spring Grass can be used to make wine…” he said in a low voice.

“The wine is made from One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass and One-petal Flower of Helplessness. If I can make it from Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, the quality and taste of this wine will be improved,” Bu Fang said seriously. “What I said earlier about wanting to make the best wine is not just empty talk. The wine will be ten thousand times better than the one you just drank. That’s why I risked my life to get the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass.”

Ten thousand times?

The Yellow Spring Great Sage’s expression changed.

‘Is he exaggerating? Ten thousand times better than the one I just drank? That kind of wine is really unimaginable! Does such a wine really exist? I’ve tasted all three kinds of fine wines made in the Abyss at its heyday, and they’re not as good as the wine this boy gave me… And now, he said he can make it ten thousand times better…’

The Yellow Spring Great Sage was still reluctant. A Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass was extremely hard to find. If it was used to make wine, the grass would be gone when the wine was finished. He still felt bad at the thought.

“Trust me, good wine is hard to come by. You can plant grass when it’s gone, but when a wine is gone, it’s gone forever,” Bu Fang said.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage was a little moved. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he said, “I was almost fooled by you! Since One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass can make wine, so can the eight-leaf one! Why do you have to use the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass?!”

“Eight-leaf?” Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head. “The best wine must be made with the best ingredients.”

The Yellow Spring Great Sage choked at that, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Bu Fang made that remark with great confidence and boldness, but what he said was reasonable. How could a wine be called the best wine if it wasn’t made with the best ingredients?

Seeing that the Yellow Spring Great Sage was tempted, Bu Fang worked harder to persuade him. After a long time, the palm in midair disappeared.

The Great Saint stared at Bu Fang and said coldly, “Make the wine now… in this Yellow Spring Valley. I want to be the first to drink the best wine. If you dare to deceive me… you know the consequences!”

“Make the wine here?” Bu Fang frowned.

“Why? You can’t do it?” The Yellow Spring Great Sage’s anger flared again when he saw Bu Fang frown.

“I can… But I have a little competition to take part in. It’s important because I have to save an old friend,” said Bu Fang. Then, he raised his hand, and the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass flew into the Great Saint’s hand. “When I’m done, I’ll come back here to make the wine…”

“The competition held by those old guys in Nether Prison? Tsk, tsk, tsk… The purpose of the competition is not that simple.” The Yellow Spring Great Sage gave Bu Fang a deep look and put away the grass with a flip of his hand. “Fine. Come back here after the competition. I’ll wait for you to make the wine… When you finish making the wine, I’ll personally take you to Nether Prison.”

“It’s a deal,” said Bu Fang.

Suddenly, the Great Saint retracted his aura. The force that locked the whole valley disappeared immediately. Bu Fang gave him a look, then put his hands behind his back, stepped through the air, and sped out of the valley.

The Yellow Spring Great Sage watched Bu Fang leave. If it was someone else who talked to him like that, he would have killed him with a slap. However, this boy had an unusual relationship with that mangy dog. In addition, since he could pick the Senseless Lotus, it proved that he was someone extraordinary. So, he chose to trust him for now.

He licked his lips. Of course, the main reason that moved him was the so-called wine that tasted ten thousand times better. Just the thought of it made him feel excited.

…

Boom!

The huge Sacred Nether Puppet crashed to the ground. A golden spear pierced its heart, causing it to dim. Eventually, the blue heart cracked.

In midair, Lu Cheng’s face turned very unsightly. He never expected the skeleton in golden armor to be so strong. Was it an Eight-revolution Little Saint or a Nine-revolution one? He was an expert from the Nether Puppeteer Clan. With the help of the Sacred Nether Puppet and his own strength, he had no problem fighting an Eight-revolution Little Saint. However, his puppet was destroyed by the skeleton! After losing its heart, it had lost the ability to continue fighting.

‘I must run away!’ Lu Cheng gritted his teeth. That was the only thought left in his mind at the moment. Without hesitation, he turned around and sped away. At the same time, numerous low-level Sacred Nether Puppets appeared, flew toward the skeleton, and surrounded it.

The ghostly fire in the skeleton’s eye sockets suddenly burned brighter. The next moment, fire emerged and blanketed everything, while lines appeared and spread across the surface of its golden spear. Then, it put all its force into the spear and swung it out.

In the blink of an eye, all the puppets were shattered and turned into pieces of metal that scattered on the ground!

As it watched Lu Cheng fly away, the ghostly fire in the skeleton’s eyes seemed to be swirling like vortexes. The next moment, it lifted its spear and threw it at Lu Cheng.

The moment the skeleton threw the spear, however, it suddenly sensed something, which made it turn its gaze in another direction. There, a young man in a striped red-and-white robe came stepping through the air. Because of this moment’s distraction, the spear it had aimed at Lu Chang’s heart had gone awry.

The spear tore through the air and sped after Lu Cheng. Soon, a slashing sound rang out, accompanied by a miserable howl.

“OUCH!!! Damn skeleton from the Cave of the Fallen Gods! How dare you stab my ass?! I’m not finished with you! When the Nether Puppeteer Clan Great Saints are here, I’ll break your bones one by one!” Lu Cheng’s voice resounded through the air with shame and anger.

The spear flew back and was held by the skeleton, its tip stained with some blood. However, the skeleton didn’t mind. It threw out a fireball and burned off the blood. Then, it fixed its eyes on Bu Fang.

“The holder of the Senseless Lotus…”

The skeleton’s jaws opened and closed, making a strange sound.

Suddenly, a dark shadow slowly drifted over from a distance. A figure lurking in the shadow with a cold aura locked his eyes on Bu Fang and said, “I finally found you… the holder of the Senseless Lotus.” The Black Temple expert also arrived.

Meanwhile, a beam of holy light fell from the sky. The Winged Man Valley expert landed on a tree trunk in the distance. Wearing a circlet of grass he had woven around his head, he watched with great interest as the skeleton and the shadow surrounded the target of his mission.

“Well… Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time… It seems my task will be completed easily, and I can go back and report soon without having to do it myself. Great!” the Winged Man Valley expert muttered to himself, chuckling as he folded the two pairs of wings behind him.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and hovered in midair. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the skeleton in golden armor in front of him and the black shadow behind him. He could sense the terrible aura coming from them. The aura was extremely strong, definitely belonging to top Little Saints!

‘Who are they? Why are they blocking me?’

He even felt killing intent from them.

Killing intent?

Bu Fang’s eyes became sharp. ‘When did I provoke these existences? Two top Little Saints… Are they so determined to kill me?’