This female leader is a little bit stronger

"Pure Spirit Pill! All your actions were just for a pill recipe?!"

The little beggar's mind was buzzing. He had thought of so many reasons, but this was the only one he hadn't thought of. He simply felt it was too unbelievable.

The Left Envoy snorted, "What do you know? Heaven is unfair. People are born into different classes. Just like you, who was born with a defective spiritual root, you can only be a useless person who can't cultivate! Haven't you ever envied those geniuses with natural spiritual roots?"

"I have earthly spiritual roots. I only built my foundation when I was several decades old, and it took me more than a hundred years to cultivate to the Golden Core. However, after reaching the Golden Core stage, my cultivation stagnated. Do you know why? It's because of the limitations of my spiritual roots!"

"Born with earth spirit roots, it's difficult to move forward after reaching the Golden Core stage!"

"But I want to go higher! I want to cultivate immortality!"

"With the Spirit Refining Pill, I have the opportunity to transform from Earth Spiritual Roots to Heaven Spiritual Roots and break through the limits of my cultivation!"

Thinking of that scene, Zuo Shi's old eyes sparkled with ambition. "The elixir formula, I must get it!"

The little beggar clenched his fingers so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, and he didn't even realize that blood was flowing out.

My father’s kind face appeared in my mind.

It was a sunny day, and the valley was filled with blooming flowers and fragrant aroma.

He was wearing a white nightgown and lying on the window sill with his hair loose, watching the disciples in the valley getting up early for morning exercises with eyes full of envy.

His father had come to him at some point, stroked his head with his big hand, and asked him, "Zer, do you want to practice like them?"

"Yes, Father."

He answered, but his voice was a little low, "But Ze'er has a residual spiritual root and cannot practice."

The father smiled warmly and said, "It's okay. I will make your wish come true."

……

Tears flowed violently from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

It turned out to be this reason.

It turns out that the source of the disaster... is himself!

Roar--!

Suddenly, a fierce roar came from a distance.

After hearing this, the low-level monsters stopped attacking and paced back and forth restlessly. Some of them even woke up from the state of attracting beast powder and disappeared into the forest.

"Left Envoy, the beast tide has receded."

The disciples were carefully on guard against the depths of the jungle. Although the beast tide had receded, something more dangerous seemed to be approaching.

"It's a high-level demon beast that has been alarmed." The left envoy said after investigating with his divine sense.

When the disciples heard about the high-level demon beasts, their expressions immediately changed and they showed strong uneasiness.

"Don't panic, we'll retreat immediately." The Left Envoy picked up the little beggar, who seemed to have lost his soul, and clasped his palm on his forehead. "Your parents would rather self-destruct than hand over the complete recipe. But it doesn't matter. I've caught you now! Soul search——!"

The soul-searching secret technique was about to be activated when, at this moment, there was a clang sound!

A sharp blade slashed vertically from his side—striking with incredible precision between the bad old man and the little beggar.

The bad old man suddenly loosened his hand and pulled it back. If he had been a moment later, his hand might have been chopped off by the knife.

The little beggar let himself fall to the ground like a broken puppet.

However, before he landed on the ground, a slender arm tightly grasped his waist and pulled him to the side.

The little beggar's pupils trembled. He saw clearly the person who saved him, but he never thought that she would come to rescue him.

The Left Envoy would not let Ning Ye snatch the person away, and he attacked with vicious moves at an extremely fast speed. Ning Ye's cultivation level, which had just reached the foundation, was unable to dodge at all. He was hit on the back and fell heavily to the ground with the little beggar in his arms. He rolled several times and was surrounded by a large group of people before he could get up.

The little beggar was protected by her and only suffered minor skin injuries, while she spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

The slap that hit her was poisonous.

The bad old man's moves are so cruel and vicious!

Ning Ye wiped his mouth with his sleeve, gripped the Crescent Moon Blade tightly in his right hand, faced the left envoy, shielded the little beggar behind him, and then uttered a harsh word:

"You wicked old man, what kind of cultivators are you if you bully an ordinary person? Come at me if you dare!"

"It's you!" The left envoy obviously recognized Ning Ye, the only ugly girl who took his medicine without any side effects.

Her purple skin faded, and she actually had the foundation-building level!

The left envoy narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Ye. The palm strike he just made was his famous killing move, the Bone-Dissolving Skill, but she was actually fine after being hit by it.

Ning Ye laughed and said, "Your medicine is really effective, you old man. I was able to establish my foundation right after taking it. Why are you still looking for other recipes?"

She had arrived a long time ago, heard their conversation, and was waiting for an opportunity to rescue them.

"Have you taken the medicine I gave you to build your foundation?"

"Yes."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

A mean old man might believe a little girl, but only if she wasn't a monk. "It doesn't matter if you keep making excuses. Once I capture you two, I'll search your souls together!"

Upon hearing this, the little beggar immediately rushed in front of Ning Ye and shouted to the left envoy, "Let her and the other children go, and I will give you the complete recipe!"

"It's too late to say this now." The left envoy unleashed his full might and locked onto the two men.

He doesn't need a deal. Under soul search, all secrets cannot be hidden.

The little beggar was shocked by the pressure and fell to the ground again, unable to move. Ning Ye was not much better off, but she could barely stay sitting.

"You shouldn't have shown up..."

The little beggar turned his head hard to look at Ning Ye. He couldn't understand why she came to save him. They were obviously not related to each other, and he had lied to her many times.

"Since I'm here." Ning Yetian looked calm and composed in front of him.

Actually, I was going crazy.

If it wasn't for the mission, would she come when she wanted to?

But the little beggar didn't know what she was thinking, and he wouldn't be unmoved by her expression.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she was almost about to cry again.

Ning Ye: (ーー゛)

Without time to explain to him, she looked up at the Left Envoy and said, "Naughty old man, give me a chance to say my last words."

The left envoy paused, and with a rare display of kindness, asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say three things."

Ning Ye raised a finger with great effort, pointed at him, and spoke loudly:

"You are an unrivaled powerhouse!"

I thought that before dying, the Left Envoy would definitely curse in revenge: ...

Disciples around: ???

There are actually people who are better at flattering than them!

Little beggar:......

Familiar feeling.

But why not call him a toad?

Regardless of their reactions, Ning Ye spoke again, his voice rising and falling, "You are an unrivaled powerhouse!"

No one doesn't like to be praised, especially to be praised a lot.

The Left Envoy inadvertently stood with his hands behind his back and chest puffed out, revealing the demeanor of a master, but he still said coldly: "Don't think that if you tell the truth, I will let you go.

The disciples around me looked at each other, and remained silent: (;￢＿￢)

Ning Ye spoke three times, his tone sincere:

"You are an unrivaled powerhouse!"

After enjoying the flattering service, the bad old man's originally ferocious and terrifying expression turned into a pleasant one.

"Finished?"

Ning Ye spread his hands: "That's all."

"Then I can send you to death."

He stretched out his poisonous palm and attacked swiftly.