Chapter 122

This was to go and call for reinforcements.

Fang Yu's divine sense had long since noticed two people not far away—one a youth, the other a young man in his twenties. At this moment, the youth wore a displeased look.

"Your brother really is useless. I told him to go over and size them up, and he ended up embarrassing himself like that."

The young man in his twenties, hearing this, felt a bit awkward, but he was quite wary of the youth who was younger than him. After a slight hesitation, he spoke up: "These people don't seem to have anything special about them. Is it worth probing them like this?"

"It's my great-uncle who wants to test them. I heard these three seem to have taken some kind of divine medicine."

The fourteen- or fifteen-year-old youth revealed a disdainful, cold smile. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have the slightest interest in them."

The young man in his twenties, hearing the youth mention his great-uncle, immediately shivered, as if he was extremely afraid of that great-uncle. "Even if they really did take divine medicine, by now it's all been digested. What does your esteemed great-uncle, that old gentleman, have in mind?"

"If they took divine medicine, how could there be no medicinal properties left in their bodies? With their strength, they simply can't fully refine the medicinal power. It's a pity the old gentleman only just learned of this matter recently, and he's extremely vexed."

"This…"

The young man beside him felt a chill run through his body: "Even if their bodies still retain medicinal properties, could they still be extracted?"

"Now that's hard to say. Even if they can't be extracted directly, can't they be bled? Their blood should be a great tonic, very suitable for refining certain things."

The youth smiled with a chilling coldness that didn't quite match his age: "At worst, we can just refine their bodies directly—there's always some use to be found."

The young man beside him felt a chill rise in his heart. That pill-refining Elder Han had always been ruthless and vicious; as an Elder of the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven, no one dared to provoke him. Now that these people had caught Elder Han's eye, they would surely find it hard to survive.

"That useless brother of yours is coming over. Go with him and size up those three people—see what their physiques are really like, and whether they're worth my great-uncle using for pill-refining."

The youth issued the order.

"Alright, I'll go right away."

Fang Yu watched the young man walk over, coming to cause trouble for them.

"Elder Han, huh."