I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

The woman who came out was incredibly beautiful, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a delicate face without a single wrinkle.

This has nothing to do with the word "old".

Judging from her appearance, she looks like a mature lady in her early twenties.

But this is a world of cultivating immortals, and one cannot judge a person’s age based solely on appearance.

When the other party said how old he was, Yuan Feng had no choice but to believe it: "Senior, I'm here to see the spirit beast. Where is the spirit beast? I'll go back after I see it."

"Don't you see it now?" The woman covered her face and smiled faintly, her beauty was breathtaking.

"Did you see it?" Yuan Feng looked around but didn't see any spirit beasts. "Are you kidding, senior? Or are the spirit beasts too powerful so I can't see them?"

"Hehe... young man, why are you so slow? I am the spirit beast you mentioned."

"you?"

Yuan Feng opened his mouth in great surprise.

What an old witch, what a witch.

Yuan Feng stepped back subconsciously.

The red-dressed woman's beautiful face also showed a flash of surprise: "You are... someone special?!"

"Ah?" Yuan Feng was confused after hearing this. What was so special about him?

"So that's how it is..." The woman in the red skirt vaguely understood something, "I didn't expect that Zhang kid could invite you. It must have been difficult and he must have put in a lot of effort, right?"

Yuan Feng didn't know whether Sect Leader Zhang spent a lot of effort or not, but he definitely spent a lot of money... Yuan Feng knew this, and he got a lot of benefits.

Hearing this, it turned out that Sect Master Zhang had already planned to let me go up the tower.

But...what for?

Yuan Feng couldn't figure it out. Could it be a real trap?

While they were still confused, the woman in the red dress suddenly became much more polite: "I am Xifeng, may I know what your name is, my dear guest?"

Rhinoceros Phoenix?

What a strange name, Yuan Feng was too embarrassed to ask more, so he replied, "Boy Yuan Feng."

"Please take a seat."

Yuan Feng looked around.

sit?

Where to sit?

He could find no place to sit except a bed behind the curtain.

Xifeng also reacted and quickly waved his hand to produce tables and chairs.

Yuan Feng looked at the other person and did not find any trace of the storage bag on her. Just as he was wondering how she got it, Xi Feng waved his skillful hand.

There was another pot of hot tea on the table, smoking, and all the necessary teapots were also available.

The brewed tea cannot be put into the storage bag in advance. Yuan Feng couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it and moved to sit down.

"When Master Yuan came, I'm sure that Zhang, the current leader of the Red Sail Beast Sect, should have explained it to you, right?"

"He did...he just asked me to come and see the spirit beast. He didn't say anything else."

"Ah..." Xifeng sighed lightly, "Zhang brat always likes to fool people. I'm really sorry for hiding it from Master Yuan. In fact, I asked Master Yuan to come up to treat my illness."

"Cure?"

Yuan Feng thought to himself that he didn’t know how to do it either.

Let him treat impotence or external injuries, he is good at it.

Considering the gender of the other person, impotence definitely won't be a problem, unless he's a crossdresser.

Yuan Feng could see clearly that the pair of peaks on the man's chest were real and he was not wearing women's clothes.

External injuries are even more impossible. The opponent has abundant energy and blood, and can move freely without any external injuries.

"Maybe you found the wrong person?"

"Master Yuan, there is no need to be modest. With your special abilities, you are fully capable of curing my illness. However... you are still too late. If I had come a thousand years earlier, I might have been able to recover. But even if I were cured now, I could only extend my life by a thousand years. I would just be hanging on for a while."

Yuan Feng’s eyelids twitched when he heard this… Live for a thousand years and still linger on?

What is a mortal? What is his life span of only 300 years? Is he no longer breathing?

"You are too pessimistic, senior. Things in this world are unpredictable. Let alone a thousand years, even a year, a month, or a day can still change a lot of things. When the time comes, anything is possible."

“I never thought that even though I have lived for tens of thousands of years and have reached the realm of a great demon king, I am still not as open-minded as Master Yuan. It’s true that a thousand years can change a lot of things. I have lived too long and have neglected too many things. It’s time to pay attention to them.

Please help me cure my illness first."

"How to cure it?"

"It's very simple for you, sir. All you need to do is drip a drop of blood."

"One drop of blood? Nothing else?"

"It seems that the young master has agreed. Now let's talk about the reward."

"What?! You want my blood and you want me to pay you?" Yuan Feng wanted to overturn the table like a crow, but the table was heavier than he thought and he couldn't lift it at all.

"Master Yuan, you misunderstood. It's not you who gave it to me, but I who gave it to you."

"You should have said it earlier." Yuan Feng sat down again. He had to bargain. "The blood in my body is obtained bit by bit. It's not easy. I don't want to have less."

The psychological expectation is five copper coins. If it is less, he will overturn the table, and if he can't do it, he will force it.

"That is essential."

As he spoke, Xifeng placed a scarlet feather on the table.

“What is this…?” The feathers were quite pretty, but Yuan Feng didn’t understand what she meant.

Feather change.

He had heard of the business of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, but a piece of sugar could be exchanged for more than just a chicken feather.

It takes a lot of sugar to grow a drop of your own blood.

"This is my body-protecting feather. It takes a hundred years to refine one. The power it produces is comparable to the strongest attack of a cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage."

A monk in the out-of-body stage?

Yuan Feng was stunned. What was the concept of the out-of-body stage? That was above the Nascent Soul stage, and it was a state where the soul could be separated from the body and become immortal.

Is this feather really that powerful?

He was skeptical.

Besides, the other person has smooth skin and there is not even a single hair on his arms, so where could feathers grow? Could it be on his butt?

Yuan Feng obviously didn't believe that this was grown from the other person's body, unless... he was allowed to take a look.

"Master Yuan's expression shows that he doesn't believe that my protective feathers have such power. Master Yuan, just touch them and you will know."

"Touch...where?"

"Master Yuan really loves to joke, of course it's feathers."

Yuan Feng of course knew it was a feather, but feathers can be divided into upper and lower parts.

Never mind, just touch it.

As soon as you touch it, an indescribable powerful aura surges over you.

Yuan Feng believed it. The power inside was too strong. He just took a quick peek and all the hairs on his body stood up.

The look he gave Xifeng was also a little more respectful.

"Change it, this feather is really a good thing."

As Yuan Feng said this, he was about to cut his fingers.

"and many more!"

"What are you waiting for?" Yuan Feng froze.

"Wait while I get a container."

"Yes, container." How could Yuan Feng forget this? If the blood is not connected, it would be a waste of blood.

Xifeng spread out his hands, revealing an open porcelain bottle.

Yuan Feng gently cut his finger with the sword, leaving a small opening.

Bright red blood immediately oozed out.

After dripping the blood into the porcelain bottle, Yuan Feng quickly put his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, using his saliva to stop the bleeding.

"Master, have tea."

After getting the blood, Xi Feng's smile became noticeably brighter.

Yuan Feng was no longer polite. He picked up the teacup and drank it all. Just as he was wondering how the other party was going to use his blood to treat the disease, a surge of spiritual energy suddenly surged from his stomach to his dantian.

The spiritual energy consumed when climbing the tower just now was now replenished, and he felt much more energetic.

“Good tea!”

"If you like it, drink as much as you want. You're welcome."

"No." Yuan Feng also knew that he had to stop drinking. If he drank any more, his Dantian would be too full.

Having a full Dantian is not the same as eating too much, that will damage your cultivation.

"Then please sit for a while, sir. I am eager to treat my illness, so I will leave you for a while." Xifeng stood up and was about to leave.

Yuan Feng stretched out his hand and called out, "Or, you should just get me out of the tower. I'm in a hurry to go home."

"also."

Xifeng didn't seem to be polite at all.

With a wave of his hand, Yuan Feng’s eyes went dark.