"What my father said," Mo Yunfeng said respectfully.

"Well, after research, the elder said that this girl's old wound has not healed, so the efficacy of her blood is greatly reduced. Using Xuanling Fruit can repair her internal injuries in a short period of time." Mo Zixu handed over a small brocade box, "You send Xuanling Fruit to that girl."

Mo Yunfeng stuffed the small brocade box into his arms, and finally asked a question that was entrenched in his heart: "My father, what attitude should we treat this Miss Su?"

Mo Zixu smiled coldly: "It depends on whether she is polite. If she is polite and voluntarily becomes the blood medicine man in Weiyang Palace, Weiyang Palace will naturally not treat her unfairly."

When Mo Yunfeng heard this, he felt that it was unreliable.

He didn't know Su Luo's personality, how could he volunteer to be a blood medicine man for life? This definitely won't work.

Mo Zixu understood Mo Yunfeng's expression, and the corner of his mouth curled coldly: "If you don't know how to lift up, the elder will use his mental power to control her and wait for her to become a puppet. How can she have any choice?"

Mo Yunfeng's heart tightened slightly. It seemed that the worst thing was going to happen.

He hesitated for a while, and asked, "If Master Rong Yun knows...what should I do?"

Master Rongyun's strength is unfathomable, and even the strength of his ancestors is below him. If Master Rongyun gets angry, the entire Weiyang Palace will suffer.

Unexpectedly, a strange smile appeared on Mo Zixu's face: "The ancestor is now in a critical moment of retreat. If he can successfully pass through the seclusion this time, why should he be afraid of going against the clouds?"

Mo Yunfeng suddenly realized. No wonder his father was not as awe of Master Rong Yun as before. It turns out that his ancestors were about to break through!

After understanding this, Mo Yunfeng confidently took the last Xuanling Fruit of Weiyang Palace to the side courtyard.

This Xuanling Fruit has been stored for a hundred years and has been passed down as a treasure from generation to generation. It has been passed down for four generations now.

Seeing Mo Yunfeng coming, Bei Chenying shot over coldly and said with a smile: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, why, what instructions do our noble Second Master Mo have? Didn't bring a bowl this time?"

Mo Yunfeng smiled faintly: "Brother Beichen is serious. The previous incident was that Weiyang Palace was rude first. Isn't this compensation?"

"Compensation? The blood of our family is the most precious spiritual medicine in the world. What do you use to compensate? It's almost the same with your family's Xuanling Fruit." Zi Yan stared at Mo Yunfeng angrily and smiled coldly.

Back then, the ancestors of Weiyang Palace had great cultivation. They moved the only Xuanling tree from the center of the dark forest to Weiyang Palace, and set up a formation for this. Over the years, Xuanling Fruit has transported countless masters to Weiyang Palace.

If it weren't for the medicinal effect of the Xuanling Fruit, Mo Yunfeng wouldn't have been promoted to the ninth level in his twenties.

Beichenying's smile was as gorgeous as summer flowers, her eyes were shining, and she stared at Mo Yunfeng with a smile: "Zi Yan is right, and only your Xuanling Fruit is qualified to compensate, please bring it."

As he said that, Beichenying spread his palms out.

These are all robbers who don’t suffer any losses. Mo Yunfeng is secretly in his heart.
Chapter completed!