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Chapter 1529: 1530: The Despicable Old Man

Chapter 1529: Chapter 1530: The Despicable Old Man

Is there really no so-called Realm of Longevity? Is the ancient legend a lie? Have we been wrong all along?

The Medicine Saint was utterly distressed. If this were true, the blow to him would be immense.

For the Seven-Colored Immortal Rings, he had poured his life’s blood and sweat! A lifetime of toil, all for the Immortal Rings, yet in the end, it all amounted to nothing.

“Can’t you see? The Seven-Colored Immortal Ring is in his hand!” Xuji True Master replied.

Everyone turned towards the voice and saw that Lin Yifan was wearing a dazzling ring.

At first, they thought it was a wedding ring, but it turned out to be the rare Seven-Colored Immortal Ring—surely invaluable.

If the Medicine Saint knew their thoughts, he would be infuriated. How could a priceless treasure be measured by money? That would defile the sacred name of the Immortal Ring.

It was only now that the disciples from various Sects understood that the lifelong efforts of their Elders and Sect Leaders were all for this Seven-Colored Immortal Ring.

Now that Lin Yifan had vanquished all rivals, becoming the ruler of the world and possessing the ultimate treasure, yet he remained unmoved, leaving people baffled. Is there truly no Realm of Longevity? Is everything a lie?

This question’s answer might have to wait for Lin Yifan to reveal.

…

Seeing the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, the Medicine Saint was entranced, barely able to suppress his excitement.

This was the goal of a lifetime’s struggle, now right before his eyes. Whether or not the Realm of Longevity existed, he had to take it, or else his life’s work would be in vain.

So, softening his tone, he obsequiously asked, “My good disciple! May I borrow the Immortal Ring for a look?”

“Master wishes to view it?”

“Indeed!”

“Alright! I can let you see it, on the condition that you return Xiaofang to me!” Lin Yifan stated his terms.

Hearing this, Xiaofang’s eyes welled up with tears, deeply moved.

Lin Yifan feared for her safety under their Master’s care, hence his want to rescue her.

This man always cared for her life, willing even to exchange legendary treasures for her safety.

It seemed that over a month ago, he wasn’t just speaking rhetorically; perhaps he truly felt the threat from their Master, compelling him to trap him in the Desert Dynasty.

What fault was it of his? He just wanted to live a bit longer, to fulfill the promise to the woman he loved. What fault was it of his?

Under the endless questioning, her tears flowed freely, unable to restrain her emotions any longer.

“Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me now?” the Medicine Saint sneered in response.

“A peerless treasure—the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring can’t even exchange for a life you deem insignificant. It seems the Immortal Ring doesn’t matter much to you either, so be it, I won’t lend it.”

Lin Yifan sighed, hurriedly securing his hand on the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring.

“You won’t lend it? Then I’ll kill the woman you love!” the Medicine Saint threatened with a sinister grin.

“Despicable, shameless old man, are you still a wise sage? Were you not once a Saint who saved the world and specialized in crafting antidotes? She is your Direct Disciple, raised by you; how could you do this?” Lin Yifan asked in anguish and criticism.

“Since you say I raised her, now is the time for her to repay me.”

“You…”

Lin Yifan was nearly driven to his grave by anger.

He had long known the Medicine Saint would use this trick against him, but never expected the Medicine Saint, whom he had trapped, could escape.

It seemed impossible—from the Medicine Saint’s abilities, he certainly couldn’t break the Super Formation that even an Immortal Realm expert couldn’t unravel unless he had profound Formation Craft or possessed an older Immortal’s legacy.

Speaking of Immortal legacy, he immediately thought of the Indigo Immortal Ring. In it, he discovered many treasures and Immortal Level Martial Arts, leading him to believe that Bright True Master had once acquired an Immortal legacy.

So it made sense, though he hadn’t found advanced formation texts in the Indigo Immortal Ring, thus discounting the possibility of the Medicine Saint escaping his super formation, so he hadn’t reinforced or strengthened it, a grave mistake indeed.

“Master! Is a disciple’s life worth so little?” Xiaofang questioned.

The Medicine Saint’s previous words indeed broke her heart.

True, her life was saved by the Medicine Saint, who also raised her. She had no qualms laying down her life for him. But using her to threaten her lover, even to kill him, was something she could never forgive.

Because that’s a principle, a principle not to be exploited, nor challenged.

“You can exchange for his life, so how is it worthless? Do you know he became the world’s ruler; everyone pales compared to his value, so you gained!” the Medicine Saint argued.

“Master, you have truly let me down!”

Xiaofang wept, but this time, the tears were of heart-wrenching pain.

She never imagined her nurturing benefactor valued the Immortal Ring more than her, as her beloved man had said. She was nothing in the Medicine Saint’s heart.

“I haven’t killed you, what is there to be disappointed about? If he didn’t save you, now that would be disappointing!” the Medicine Saint scolded.

“He would never be as cold-blooded as you,” Xiaofang retorted, word by word, coldly.

“Oh? Then I’d like to see.”

The Medicine Saint ignored others’ opinions; once he reached the Realm of Longevity, the world’s people would be irrelevant to him.

“Quickly hand over the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, or I will show you no mercy.”

Lin Yifan did not doubt the other’s sincerity; such a cold-blooded person cared not who Xiaofang was, daring to kill her if angered.

To save Xiaofang, he had no choice but to remove the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring and toss it to the Medicine Saint atop the arena.

“Old man, catch it!”

Catching the Seven-Colored Immortal Ring, confirming it was genuine, the Medicine Saint laughed maniacally in ecstasy.

He had been certain Lin Yifan would obey, all according to his predictions and control.

At this moment, Xiaofang felt nothing but emotions of gratitude.

Lin Yifan was truly a man of his word; in his heart, a cherished woman always outweighed treasures. The past actions—risking his life to save Sister An Qi, Sister Qingqing, Sister Jiajia, and her—were proof.

So who truly loved her was self-evident.

Gazing into each other’s eyes, the two were overcome with complex emotions.

For Xiaofang, Lin Yifan had little to say, for standing in Xiaofang’s shoes, he might do the same. Asking him to abandon a lifesaving benefactor to stay with the murderer of one’s father was indeed difficult.

That was why his love for Xiaofang remained unchanged.