"Uncle Mu, that's a Biluo fruit. I got it by accident. You can pick it and try it. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Then... I won't be polite then." Mu Yuanjun picked a Biluo fruit, rubbed it on his sleeve casually, and put it into his mouth. He took a bite, it was fragrant and refreshing, and immediately his eyes sparkled, and he said vaguely,

"Oh my! Spiritual Pill God, this is the taste of the Biluo fruit, so sweet, so refreshing, and delicious. Eh?" When a mouthful of fruit flesh went down his throat, Mu Yuanjun immediately felt a sense of relaxation in both his body and mind. In addition, he felt a warm and tingling sensation in the area where his waist and abdomen had just been injured.

After a while, the wound began to feel numb and itchy, and after a while, he no longer felt any pain.

"Spiritual Pill God, how come this Biluo Fruit has the same effect as the Rejuvenation Pill, the wound heals so quickly." He said in amazement. The wound on his body from the fight just now was only half a finger deep. He originally thought that this wound was not worth a Rejuvenation Pill, so he simply bandaged it and left it alone, thinking that it would heal in the end anyway, so after three or five days, it would just scab over.

Who knew, just now, he clearly felt the changes in the wound, and he knew without looking that it was now as good as new.

It was amazing! This fruit was a healing product! He had seen fruits with miraculous effects before, but this was the first time he had seen one that was so effective so quickly.

"Uncle Mu, this Biluo fruit is really effective in healing injuries. If you like, you can pick some and take them back. There are plenty on the tree." Fu Ling'er didn't say that the dozen Biluo fruit trees in the space were full of them, and the companions ate them as ordinary fruits. They treated injuries and satisfied their cravings. But there were too many choices, and they might not think of Biluo fruit for ten days or half a month.

She could only say that she couldn't finish it, she simply couldn't finish it.

"Then...then God of Spirit Pills, I won't be polite to you, thank you," Mu Yuanjun really couldn't resist the temptation. He took out the jade box from the storage ring, quickly took off four pills, and stopped.

Seeing that he only picked four fruits out of so many, Wanqi Yuan raised his eyebrows and thought that Mu Yuanjun was a man who knew his limits.

"Uncle Mu, you can pick more, it's okay."

"Hey, Master Wanqi is generous, but I can't be greedy. Four are enough." Mu Yuanjun waved his hand and put the jade box back into the storage ring with great care.

"Then Uncle Mu, come over and have a cup of tea. Try my magical tea. I guarantee you will never forget it once you have tasted it," Fu Ling'er made the tea and invited Mu Yuanjun to sit over.

"Okay, let me try it." With the holy fruit like the Blue Sky Fruit, Mu Yuanjun's expectations for the spiritual tea from the Spiritual Pill God were high.

After Mu Yuanjun took a sip of the spiritual tea and savored its charm, after one breath, two breaths, and three breaths, Mu Yuanjun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, the things that the Spirit Pill God used were not simple, and the active divine power in his Dantian shocked him again. Mu Yuanjun excitedly raised his head and drank a cup of spiritual tea again.

The three of them sat together and chatted about everything under the sun, and inadvertently talked about the destruction of Guisha Pavilion.

Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan listened quietly as Mu Yuanjun told the story of the Zhuxie Valley behind the Guisha Pavilion.

Now the two of them became interested and listened carefully. Their understanding of Zhuxie Valley was only partial. It would be beneficial for them to know more about the background of Zhuxie Valley.

At this moment, opposite the Cliff of the Sea, outside the Zhuxie Valley of the Great Divine Realm, Chu Yunian, covered in blood, fell at the mountain gate like a bloody man.

His body was trembling slightly, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength. Blood continued to seep out from the countless wounds on his body, staining the ground beneath him red.

The scene in front of his eyes was blurry, and he could only vaguely see the shadow of the tall mountain gate. He used up his last bit of strength and struggled to move forward. Finally, his fingers touched the cold barrier at the mountain gate. The barrier was immediately triggered, attracting the attention of the gatekeeper.

At this moment, Chu Yunian knew that he had finally escaped.

However, this was his limit. His consciousness gradually blurred and his body gradually lost consciousness. Just as he felt a vague figure approaching him, his world fell into complete darkness and he passed out.

"How dare you! Who is so presumptuous here?" Gatekeeper Disciple A shouted in a deep voice.

"Huh? Such a strong smell of blood, is this man... dead?" Gatekeeper Disciple B looked suspiciously at the bloody man lying on the steps.

"What bad luck! Who dares to act so rudely in front of the gate of Zhuxie Valley? Quick, drag him away." Disciple A went up the mountain with disgust and was about to kick the "corpse" away.

"Hey, wait a minute, let me see who this person is." Disciple B grabbed his companion's hand. He felt it was unlucky, but when he thought about it, since this person could come to Zhuxie Valley, he must be at least familiar with it, so he couldn't just drag him away so rashly.

So, Disciple B stepped forward and pushed Chu Yunian.

"Hey, is he dead? If not, please tell me."

No movement.

"Hey, I told you to..." Disciple B turned Chu Yunian over and when he saw Chu Yunian's face clearly, he screamed out in fear.

"Ah!" Disciple B suddenly screamed, as if he had seen something extremely terrible. He stared at the pale face with wide eyes and a look of astonishment, muttering to himself,

"It's Young Master Yunian. How could it be Young Master Yunian?"

Disciple A was confused and looked at Disciple B in confusion. He saw Disciple B was in a panic and wanted to know who this person was. He had just arrived and didn't know who this person was.

"Oh no! It's broken!" Disciple B's voice was filled with fear and panic. He was completely lost and didn't know what to do. He shouted anxiously,

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, help Young Master Yunian up."

"Ah? Oh, okay," Disciple A bent down and stretched out his hand to help, but when he saw the man with bloody winter, he stopped abruptly. He didn't dare to do anything.

"Hurry up! Ah, no, we can't touch him," Disciple B's voice was trembling. He suddenly realized that he couldn't touch Young Master Yunian now.

He looked at the bloody Young Master Yu Nian in horror, fearing that their carelessness would make his injuries worse.

"Yes, call people, go call people quickly!" Disciple B said suddenly in a panic, trying to calm himself down.

"Ah! Oh, yes, yes, I'll send a message to Deacon Chu right away," Disciple A immediately picked up the jade slip and quickly input divine power into it. The jade slip lit up with a white light, and soon Deacon Chu's impatient voice was heard from the other end of the jade slip.

"What is it? Tell me,"

"Deacon Chu, something terrible has happened. Please come to the mountain gate quickly."