Chapter Ninety-Five: The Nirvana Pill

The group gazed at the piles of spirit stones, pills, and weapons, laughter bubbling from each of them. It was as if they could already see their family growing rapidly in strength and influence.

“We should send people to move these things out, lest something unexpected happens here,” Zhao Xu, now calm, said seriously.

“Yes, let’s have someone take care of it right away.”

Liu Feng stayed behind to watch over the treasures, while the other three—Zhao Xu and his companions—left the secret chamber to summon their own men.

Soon enough, those from the Zhao, Song, and Wang families who had participated in the assault against the Hundred Poisons Sect all arrived. They loaded everything onto the wagons that had been prepared in advance.

At that moment, Wang Zhen hurried over and said, “Brother Liu Feng, the one we captured has already taken poison and ended his life.”

“If he’s dead, so be it. Keeping them alive would only bring trouble,” Liu Feng replied.

“Now that everything is settled, let’s head back to Southern Province City,” Zhao Xu called out, striding ahead.

Driving dozens of wagons, the crowd left the Hundred Poisons Sect. They followed the mountain road toward the center of Southern Province City.

The journey was peaceful, with no incidents along the way.

“Very well, let’s part ways here. I’ll take my people and go ahead,” said Wang Rui’s uncle, leading his family and the treasures from the Hundred Poisons Sect toward the City Lord’s mansion.

“We’ll take our leave as well,” said the Song family patriarch’s uncle, waving his hand and gathering his people and their share of treasures, heading east to the Song family estate.

“Let’s go, back to the Zhao family,” Zhao Xu shouted, leading the way to their own compound.

Before long, everyone returned to the Zhao household.

At that moment, the front courtyard of the Zhao residence was filled with people—those from the Wang and Song families who had come to help.

Seeing Zhao Xu and his group return safely, bringing with them more than a dozen wagons worth of goods, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, knowing their campaign against the Hundred Poisons Sect had been a resounding success.

“Now that the old master has returned safely, it proves the Hundred Poisons Sect has been destroyed. We won’t intrude any longer,” Wang Rui said to Zhao Xu.

“Yes, we should get back as well—there are many businesses to attend to,” echoed the Song family patriarch.

Zhao Xu clasped his hands in gratitude. “Thank you both for your invaluable support. The Zhao family will never forget this kindness.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Farewell.”

Wang Rui and the Song patriarch bowed to Zhao Xu and his family, then left with their people.

“Father, I imagine the campaign against the Hundred Poisons Sect was quite difficult?” Zhao Tu asked.

“It was indeed. If it weren’t for Xiao Feng taking the blow from the sect master for me, I might not have returned,” Zhao Tu recalled, his voice trembling slightly at the memory.

“Xiao Feng, uncle is deeply grateful to you. You saved father’s life,” Zhao Heng said with heartfelt emotion.

Liu Feng replied solemnly, “Uncle, you’re being too formal.”

“All right, we’re among family—no need for such courtesy,” Zhao Xu said with a gentle smile. “With these treasures, the Zhao family’s influence in Southern Province City will grow even greater.”

Hearing this, Zhao Tu walked to one of the wagons and opened a large chest. At once, a shimmering light flowed out.

“All of these are medium-grade spirit stones—there must be hundreds of thousands in just this chest,” Zhao Tu said, amazed.

“With over ten chests like this, that’s about five million medium-grade spirit stones, or five hundred million low-grade stones. That’s half of the Zhao family’s total assets. Add in the Qi Gathering Pills and weapons, converted into spirit stones, and the total might equal eighty percent of the family’s wealth,” Zhao Heng said, astonished.

“At this rate, the Zhao family has nearly doubled its assets—our financial strength is almost on par with the Yang family now,” Zhao Xu said, confidence shining on his face.

“Good, move everything into the storage chamber,” Zhao Xu instructed his most trusted men.

Upon hearing this, several men in their thirties came over and began driving the wagons toward the storage chamber, with Zhao Tu following closely to personally oversee the task.

“Grandfather, I have a request. I wonder if you might grant it?” Liu Feng looked at Zhao Xu, his expression earnest.

“Speak, Xiao Feng. As long as it’s not too much, I will agree,” Zhao Tu said, stroking his beard and smiling.

“I’ve heard there is a ‘Nirvana Pill’ in the storage chamber. It not only enhances one’s potential but also heals severe injuries. I would like to ask Grandfather to give me this pill.”

“Oh? What do you need the ‘Nirvana Pill’ for? Were you badly injured fighting the Hundred Poisons Sect master?” Zhao Xu was momentarily stunned, concern flickering in his eyes. If Liu Feng had been wounded while saving him, he would feel deeply troubled.

“Rest assured, Grandfather, I’m unhurt. I want the pill to heal my father’s injuries,” Liu Feng replied.

“Xiao Feng, don’t say any more. The ‘Nirvana Pill’ is extremely precious. There’s no need to waste such a treasure on a cripple like me,” Liu Yu Ming said, his tone despondent.

“Yu Ming, what are you saying? I heard that in your youth, you were called a peerless genius—reaching the Fusion Realm at twenty. You only lost your cultivation later due to certain events,” Zhao Heng countered.

“Enough, let’s not argue. Lin Fei, bring the ‘Nirvana Pill’ here,” Zhao Xu ordered.

Lin Fei acknowledged, and hurried off toward the storage chamber.

A hint of joy appeared on Liu Feng’s face. “Thank you, Grandfather.”

“Haha, is there any need for thanks among us?” Zhao Xu laughed heartily.

“Thank you, Father-in-law,” Liu Yu Ming said with deep emotion.

“In years past, I was too harsh to Xiao Jing and you. Let this ‘Nirvana Pill’ be a token of compensation,” Zhao Xu said, reflecting with a sigh.

Just then, Lin Fei returned, carrying an exquisite porcelain bottle, which he handed to Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu glanced at it, then passed it to Liu Yu Ming. “Yu Ming, this contains the ‘Nirvana Pill.’ I hope that after taking it, you may recover your cultivation.”

Liu Yu Ming’s hand trembled as he took the bottle. He opened it, pouring out a single red pill.

Instantly, a fragrance wafted from the pill, refreshing mind and spirit, making even the body feel invigorated.

Liu Yu Ming examined the pill carefully, then placed it in his mouth. Sitting cross-legged, he began to absorb its power.

Liu Feng watched as a stream of red energy emerged from his father’s body, swirling and coiling around him before being reabsorbed through his pores.

After a moment, Liu Yu Ming’s body shook, black vapors streaming from his mouth, followed by two mouthfuls of black blood. He stood up, a powerful aura radiating from within.

“It’s wonderful, Yu Ming—your injuries are finally healed!” Zhao Jing exclaimed joyfully.