Chapter 297: Glass Snake Promoted

"What if the resurrection fails?"

Yang Fan could feel the trembling of Cang Yun's voice.

"The soul is gone."

Yang Fan said word by word.

Of course, he would not hide the consequences of this failure in resurrection.

"If the soul is gone, there will be no chance of resurrection, at least in this world."

Yang Fan said very surely.

"After all hope...this is too dangerous."

Cang Yun was obviously hesitant, hesitated and it was difficult to make a decision.

"Of course," Yang Fan's words suddenly changed: "If she still has a trace of obsession in her heart, in theory, there is still two or three percent hope for her master to reunite her soul and turn her into a ghost."

Turning into a ghost?

Cang Yun's body couldn't help but stiffen, and he didn't expect that Yang Fan still had this method.

However, after becoming a ghost, there is almost no memory or wisdom. Everything will only do things according to instinct, so that you can cultivate to the level of a high-level ghost king.

Moreover, Cang Yun was not sure whether his sister still had a strong obsession in her soul consciousness after her death.

Because his sister's death was hanged and voluntary, she did things according to her own subjective consciousness, and there was no unjust death.

"Master...what method do you think is better?"

Cang Yun really couldn't make up his mind.

Although the probability of resurrection is very small, there is always a glimmer of hope. Although it is weird to become a ghost and the probability is not high, it is better than letting my sister disappear completely in the world.

"Which method is better?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned, and then said, "Neither method is good, and the probability is so low, I have no plans to take action at all."

“Master, what do you mean…”

Cang Yun felt a little sad, thinking that Yang Fan refused to help him.

Just imagine, once Yang Fan fails, wouldn’t his reputation as the No. pharmacist in Kyoto be greatly damaged?

Butterfly Lian looked at Yang Fan even more angrily.

"I am just a low-level pharmacist now, and the probability of resurrection is of course very small, but if one day I can advance to the higher level and my strength increases dramatically, the probability of resurrection will definitely be far from that."

Yang Fan said lightly.

“High-level?”

The two of them lit up their eyes, and they also looked surprised.

Judging from Yang Fan's tone, it seemed that he would definitely be able to advance to the advanced level.

You should know that a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage advances to the advanced level, and no one can tell that he can definitely surpass the advanced level.

"It turns out that the master had already planned, but the disciple was too eager."

Cang Yun said with a shame.

Yang Fan's eyes will never be limited to the present, so he is planning to resurrect Cang Yun's sister now, but thinks about the future.

"This mysterious crystal ice coffin can keep my sister's body unchanged for at least a hundred years. In a hundred years, the master will definitely be able to advance to the advanced level."

Cang Yun said confidently.

Yang Fan was a little surprised: One hundred years... Does it really take so long?

The master and apprentice did not stay in the secret place of the Dark Blood Dynasty and returned to Xianhong Medical Center.

Yang Fan's main purpose of coming here was to see the situation of Sister Cang Yun, but also to see the master behind Cang Yun.

Unfortunately, the second wish has not been realized.

After the two left for a long time, two figures appeared in a corner of the secret land of the Dark Blood Dynasty. One of them was the mysterious Hidden Heaven King wearing a mask, and the other withered old man was the "Going Heaven King" who Yang Fan had met before in Luoshan Kingdom.

At this moment, the two kings appeared at the same time.

They looked at the direction of Yang Fan's departure, with a different meaning in their eyes.

"Haha, a hundred years? I suspect that in a hundred years, there may be one more advanced Nascent Soul in Yuyang."

The King Butian said with a smile on his face.

"Nasty Infant Stage? It's very difficult..." King Yintian murmured to himself: "I was promoted to the advanced level of Jindan when I was in my thirties. Now I have been in the realm of a great Jindan cultivator for many years, but I dare not conclude that I have the chance to advance to the Nasty Infant in this life."

"Indeed, I hope this boy can advance to the advanced level as soon as possible. If he can enter the Nascent Soul stage, everything will become easier..."

The King of Butian sighed.

Swish!

The two of them just talked for a moment before mysteriously disappearing, blending into the Dark Blood Dynasty, unpredictable gods and ghosts.

Yang Fan stayed in Kyoto for several days before leaving in a hurry.

All those who followed him lost their targets, and this incident caused an undercurrent.

Four or five days later, the upper reaches of the Qing River in Yuyang Kingdom was filled with vast mountains.

call out!

A handsome young man carrying a medicine basket appeared here in a fog of green light.

He was holding a jade slip in his hand, with a comfortable look and his eyes were observing the terrain below.

"The Yaoxian Valley should be nearby..."

The young man murmured to himself.

He is Yang Fan who arrived here from Kyoto.

In Kyoto, Yang Fan arranged everything properly, and the clinic was fully managed by Cang Yun. Of course, he also gave his disciples a lot of treasures. The gift of the elixir, jade slips and magic weapons was enough to support Cang Yun's use for decades.

Among these many gifts, there is actually a foundation-building pill!

Foundation building pill!

That is the holy pill that low-level monks dream of!

At that time, Cang Yun almost exclaimed, but felt that his master was becoming more and more unfathomable.

Only after seeing Yang Fan's work did Cang Yun realize that Yang Fan's mysterious and powerfulness even more.

"I have passed on my medical skills and guarded this 'Xianhong Medical Center'. When I left this time, I couldn't predict when I came back. Maybe it was more than ten years, or maybe it was decades or hundreds of years..."

Before leaving, Yang Fan also held great hope for Cang Yun.

He also hopes that in a few years, when he returns to Yuyang, he can still see his own Xianhong Medical Center.

After flying for a while, a sudden fog appeared in front of him, covering the mountain scenery below.

"This fog is a bit strange, and it actually has the function of blocking the spiritual consciousness. It seems that the location of the "Pharmacopoeia Valley" is likely to be below."

Yang Fan observed for a moment and slowly landed on the ground.

When you stare ahead, you will find that the environment inside is complicated and mist can be seen faintly. If ordinary people enter, they will easily get lost.

He guessed that the entire Yaoxian Valley was shrouded in an extremely brilliant sect-protecting formation.

This Yaoxian Valley is where Yang Fan’s biological mother once grew up, and Miss Yuxi may also live here. In order to avoid abruptness and show respect, Yang Fan did not rashly enter, but wandered around the edge.

When he walked somewhere, he suddenly heard a teenager's pleading from the entrance of a valley in front of him: "Senior pharmacist of Yaoxian Valley, please save my master..."

“Huh?”

Yang Fan hurriedly walked over and saw a sedan chair as thick as iron. He didn't know what material it was. At this moment, he was completely closed and could only see outside a transparent window.

Outside the sedan chair, there are four strong young men carrying the sedan chair.

The one who was begging loudly was a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old. His eyes were quite bright, and although his muscles were not big, they were filled with a wild force.

Whether it is the four young men carrying the sedan chair or the young men begging ahead, they all have one common characteristic: their body is full of strength and their physical strength is far superior to that of monks of the same level.

Although the young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had the early stage of concentration. This talent is excellent in the world of immortal cultivation.

The four strong young men carrying sedan chairs were also monks in the concentration stage, all of whom were between twenty and thirty years old.

"Who would be the one sitting in this sedan?"

Yang Fan was curious, but did not stumble and walked over slowly.

As soon as he approached, he immediately aroused the vigilance of the four sedan chairmen.

"Brother, are you a pharmacist in Yaoxian Valley?"

When the young man saw Yang Fan carrying a medicine basket, his eyes lit up and he mistakenly thought he was a disciple of Yaoxian Valley.

"Yaoxian Valley?" Yang Fan said with a smile: "Yang is indeed a pharmacist, but he is from Kyoto and comes here to see him. He is just looking for a pharmacist in the Yaoxian Valley to discuss medical skills."

When the young man heard this, his eyes darkened slightly, and he was very disappointed, but he was not rude. He bowed and said, "This brother, my name is Ling Tie. My fellow disciples and masters all call me Tieer."
To be continued...