Divine medicines are extremely rare.
Even the entire North Li tribe’s stock is very limited.
He also planned to use resources judiciously.
If Chen Nan ate them all, it would be a huge loss!
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“My Eight-Nine Arcane Art has already been cultivated to the seventh layer.”
“Only two more layers and I will achieve perfect completion.”
“However.”
“These last two layers are very difficult to attain.”
Chen Nan sat cross-legged.
His cultivation had been advancing by leaps and bounds recently.
Although his realm was only Lower God Venerable.
If he were to fight with all his might, with his current divine abilities.
He could defeat enemies of higher realms, even Upper God Venerable realm experts.
However.
Above God Venerable is Saint Venerable.
Though it’s just a difference of one word, the gap between them is like heaven and earth.
“To step into Middle God Venerable, one needs at least fifty million years of cultivation!”
“And a ten-thousand-year divine medicine is at most equivalent to fifty thousand years of cultivation.”
“If I want to enter the Middle God Venerable realm.”
“I still need to consume at least a thousand ten-thousand-year divine medicines.”
A thousand ten-thousand-year divine medicines might not seem like much.
But don’t forget.
Since Chen Nan arrived in the God Realm, he has only consumed a little over two hundred ten-thousand-year divine medicines.
These thousand ten-thousand-year divine medicines are not a small number for him.
Thinking of this, he looked at the Nine-Headed Flame Lion: “Are there any other great demons in the Second Heaven?”
After a pause, he added: “Relatively wealthy ones.”
The Nine-Headed Flame Lion rolled its eyes at Chen Nan: “Leave some soup for the creatures of the Second Heaven, won’t you? Ninety percent of the divine medicines in the Second Heaven have already gone into your stomach!”
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A hundred miles away.
Muyang hid weakly inside the trunk of a towering ancient tree.
He had several sword wounds on his body.
Each one had damaged his bones and tendons.
They looked shocking.
“Mu Ningfeng, just you wait, one day I will return to the tribe and cut you into a thousand pieces!” Mu Yang’s eyes revealed intense killing intent.
He had wandered into the Misty Valley for eighteen years.
He had long grown accustomed to a life of detachment from worldly affairs, focused solely on cultivation.
Because of this.
When he left the Misty Valley and returned to the tribe, he had already decided to hand over the position of leader to his half-brother.
Because he trusted this brother.
And believed he could manage the tribe well.
Upon seeing the tribe thriving upon his return, it further solidified his previous thoughts.
But.
Just as the welcome banquet was halfway through.
Just as he was preparing to hand over the leader’s token.
What happened next plunged him into despair.
He still found it hard to accept.
Mu Ningfeng first stabbed himself with a dagger.
And then slandered Mu Yang, claiming he was brutal and had harmed his own kin.
Subsequently.
Mu Yang became the target of public scorn.
The former leader, deeply loved by the tribesmen and possessing great prestige, became a rat crossing the street.
He was hunted down by the tribesmen.
Even when he tried to explain, no one believed him.
“Why?”
“Why didn’t you wait for me to finish that cup of wine?”
Mu Yang clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot.
He had intended to officially transfer the leadership after finishing the wine at the welcome banquet.
But Mu Ningfeng didn’t give him the chance.
This led to the estrangement between brothers.
It tore at his heart like a knife.
If time could turn back.
He would never have left the Misty Valley.
He would rather stay in the Misty Valley his entire life.
Than to have his brother turn into an enemy.
Just then.
A faint shout came from a distance: “Mu Yang, stop hiding!”
Learning that someone was pursuing him.
Mu Yang’s heart leaped into his throat.
Then the voice grew louder, approaching from afar: “News just came from the tribe, your savior Chen Nan has arrived at the tribe.”
“You haven’t forgotten the name Chen Nan, have you?”
“He came to the tribe specifically to see you.”
“If you don’t want him to die because of you, then surrender and give yourself up.”
Mu Yang suddenly shivered.
He never expected the other party to mention Chen Nan’s name.
Even less did he expect Chen Nan to be under house arrest.
This made him extremely anxious.
Because he was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness.
Chen Nan had already saved his life.
How could he allow Chen Nan to suffer any misfortune because of him?
Even if it meant surrendering!
He couldn’t drag Chen Nan into trouble.
What was the difference between a person who forgets their roots and a beast?
Just as he was mustering his courage, ready to reveal himself.
He instinctively frowned.
“Our Ancestor is blessed with great fortune and immense divine power.”
“If he came to the tribe to find me, wouldn’t he have sensed my presence?”
Regarding Chen Nan.
He felt reverence.
And knew that Chen Nan’s strength was incredibly terrifying.
“If the Ancestor knew I was not in the tribe.”
“Why would he willingly stay in the tribe?”
“Could it be that Mu Ningfeng deceived him?”
“No, no!”
“Our Ancestor is the Chosen One, how could Mu Ningfeng’s lies deceive him?”
“Even if the sun rose from the west, I wouldn’t believe that scumbag Mu Ningfeng could fool our Ancestor.”
“Unless… our Ancestor was willing to be deceived!”
Thinking of this.
A cold glint flashed in Mu Yang’s eyes.
“If I’m not mistaken, Mu Ningfeng will definitely lie, saying I am in seclusion.”
“This is to keep our Ancestor confined, thereby sending someone to inform me and force me to appear.”
“And before I show myself.”
“He will surely try every means to please our Ancestor.”
“Alas!”
“It’s a pity our Ancestor is an upright and honorable gentleman.”
“If only he were a sinister villain.”
“I could take this opportunity to demand some of the tribe’s treasured divine medicines.”
“From my understanding of that scumbag Mu Ningfeng.”
“If our Ancestor were to demand divine medicines, he would surely satisfy our Ancestor’s requests.”
Thinking of this.
He blocked out the surrounding shouts.
He sat cross-legged, recovering from his injuries.
At this moment, his apprehension towards Mu Ningfeng had completely vanished.
Since Chen Nan, the Chosen One, was guarding the North Li tribe, all he needed to do now was to recover his strength and reach his peak as much as possible.
Even so, he wouldn’t be a match for Mu Ningfeng and his ilk.
But in front of Chen Nan.
At least he wouldn’t be so embarrassed!
“Mu Ningfeng, you think confining our Ancestor can force me to yield?”
“You truly underestimate the Ancestor’s terrifying power!”
“You think you are clever, but do you realize this is inviting a wolf into the house?”
“Just you wait!”
“When I return, it will be your downfall!”
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“Father, it’s gone!”
“It’s gone!”
“Not a single drop left…”
“Oh no!”
“Not even a single ten-thousand-year divine medicine is left!”
“Chen Nan and his group ate them all!”
In the North Li tribe.
Mu Yuan, with a mournful face, informed his father about the situation in the medicine room.
Mu Ningfeng, who was cultivating, flew into a rage: “Damn it, has that old man Mu Yang already died? Ten days have passed, why hasn’t he shown himself yet?”
“Does he truly not care about Chen Nan’s life or death?”
Mu Yuan nervously asked: “Father, have we suffered a loss?”
“More than a loss, it’s a huge loss!” Mu Ningfeng’s face was grim.
And at that moment.
A loud, familiar voice echoed under the night sky: “Mu Ningfeng, aren’t you going to come out and face your death?”