Chapter 836 - 839: Tired of Living

"What?" The words of the Pangolin startled the people in front of the courtyard.

Since when had the Xiuyuan Realm become so full of hidden talents?

First, there was Wu Tian, who wasn’t even afraid of the Divine Emperor, one of the five Immortal Emperors, and killed his Law Enforcers in the Mortal Realm,

Then, there was the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, who attracted followers from all sides.

And now, there was even someone hidden among them?

The people in front of the courtyard looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

Finally, someone couldn’t help but ask, "Pangolin, are you telling the truth?"

Indeed,

Is it really true?

They had just been infuriated by the Pangolin and an old weasel bragging about their heroism, making them half dead with anger.

How credible could the Pangolin’s words be?

The Pangolin watched these people, who doubted it, and was even more indignant, determined to reveal the origin of the third person.

"Grandson, what are you doing?" The old weasel couldn’t have imagined that his bragging would result in such consequences.

He hurriedly rushed forward, intending to cover the Pangolin’s mouth and take it away immediately.

But the Pangolin dodged in advance, shouting, "Grandfather, what are you doing? The Azure Empire is about to attack, people with great abilities shouldn’t hide, Grandfather, with your skills, you deserve to be called an extraordinary person. It’s time to show your talents."

"What? Are you talking about this old weasel?" The people in front of the courtyard stiffened, their minds filled with a single thought,

Are you kidding?

The old weasel knew he had embarrassed himself again, wishing there was a dog hole he could crawl into to escape the shame.

The Pangolin, however, felt it needed to clear its grandfather’s name,

and shouted, "What do you know? How dare you doubt my grandfather, you should know, even Yang Tian is a friend of my grandfather."

What?

The people in front of the courtyard exchanged glances,

Is this true?

Lin Xiu said, "It’s simple, when Yang Tian comes out, we’ll ask him and find out. If there’s indeed another expert in our Xiuyuan Realm, it’s a good thing."

The Pangolin nodded, "Yes, we should ask him."

Ask what?

The old weasel felt like he would flee into a dung pit if there was one, too ashamed to stay alive in this world,

"I can’t, my stomach hurts." The old weasel suddenly looked pained, then turned and left.

"Grandfather, where are you going?" The Pangolin called out in concern,

The old weasel didn’t dare look back, ready to disappear into the deep mountains to avoid being laughed to death.

He originally planned to claim friendship with Yang Tian after he left, but now, before Yang Tian even left, if Yang Tian exposed him,

wouldn’t he, the old weasel, have any face to live?

"Grandfather, come back," the Pangolin shouted.

"What a water-escape trick."

"Haha, so it’s just a braggart."

"What a disgrace."

After the shock, the tone of the crowd became less polite.

Now the Pangolin also understood, realizing it too had lost face, and it trembled, slowly crawling away.

... Meanwhile,

"You want me to help your daughter?"

Finally, Yang Tian spoke, and the Ancestor of Blood Refinement chuckled.

Yang Tian was nervous, hoping the Ancestor of Blood Refinement would agree to help him.

If it were anyone else, Yang Tian could exert pressure on them, but with the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, he dared not.

His Xingxing Beast Soul was too scared to show itself. It was the first time he encountered such a situation.

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement, like an abyss, was mysterious and unfathomable, not someone to be tested lightly,

"Please, I’m begging you." Yang Tian looked hopeful and continued to plead.

His wife was in the midst of cultivation, and Xiu’er was their only daughter.

If something happened to Xiu’er, Yang Tian felt he couldn’t live,

and his wife would surely follow.

Yang Tian knew that as Sect Master of the Willow Sect, he was supposed to have the dignity of a Sect Master, and the demeanor of a Son of Heaven, and that losing a mere daughter was something he should accept,

but saying that was easy,

unfortunately,

he couldn’t do it.

"Bring your daughter to me," the Ancestor of Blood Refinement thought for a moment and said, "If fate allows, I will save her; if not...then let it be."

He wasn’t exactly a saint,

his current mission was to complete the Investiture of the Gods,

to reestablish the Heavenly Court!

Ordinary people?

He might not be able to save them.

"Please act, elder, I’m willing... I’m willing to give up my position as Sect Master to you," upon hearing the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s words, Yang Tian immediately said,

daughter, she was everything to him.

Sect Master? Something he could give up.

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement narrowed his eyes, thinking this Yang Tian wasn’t one to achieve great things,

his heroism was short,

his feelings for his children long!

But that wasn’t what concerned him,

"Do you think I care about your lousy Sect Master position?"

"No, that’s not what I meant." Yang Tian jumped in shock and immediately responded,

Are you joking? The other party was a mysterious existence,

an entity even the Beast Soul feared.

"Here’s the deal, help me investigate if anyone is connected to the former Wutian Celestial Emperor. Once you find out, tell me, and only then will I consider helping your daughter," the Ancestor of Blood Refinement said lightly,

"What?" Yang Tian was shocked,

Wutian Celestial Emperor?

That’s an Immortal Emperor from thousands of years ago.

Anyone related to him must either have noble status or be hunted by the Undead Martial Sovereign of the Endless Divine Realm,

Is that something his insignificant Yang Tian could meddle in?

If by any chance he got involved, Yang Tian felt he would certainly die without a trace.

"What? Can’t do it? ... Earlier I said you’re a small person, and you showed discontent in your eyes." The Ancestor of Blood Refinement waved his hand, "Forget it, see the guest out."

"No."

Thinking of his daughter, Yang Tian gritted his teeth and said, "I... I’ll definitely help you investigate."

This might be the only chance to save his daughter, Yang Tian knew if he missed it, his daughter would be gone.

For his daughter,

giving up his own life,

wasn’t much of a loss.

"Alright, you may proceed." The Ancestor of Blood Refinement waved his hand,

"Yes."

Yang Tian, being perceptive, left with Master Li the Fortune Teller, Mr. Crocodile, and others.

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement, seated in the main position, grinned once more at Qing Tongxia,

Now, what he was concerned about was merely his former pets, subordinates, and friends.

In fact, friends fared relatively better, the worst-off among them, surviving for millennia, had at least become kings or overlords.

But his subordinates and pets were different.

The more capable ones had made a significant name for themselves,

but some were miserable, constantly in hiding.

This was an account,

Wu Tian knew he had to settle with the Undead Martial Sovereign properly!

Even if you claim to be immortal,

even if you possess the world’s best mental method,

Wu Tian would still see him dead.

"Ancestor."

Bo Gu and Meng Tian exchanged a glance, suddenly having something they wanted to come forward and say.

"You two have an odd expression, if there’s something, just say it." Wu Tian said casually,

Knowing when to be imposing,

and when to be amiable,

Wu Tian had a good grasp of these subtleties.

"I’m a Blood Refiner," Bo Gu said out of the blue.

Meng Tian was more straightforward: "I want to refine blood for the benefit of the public."