Chapter 2936 Meeting with the Master

The Jianmen disciples knelt in front of Chu Fengmian, raised their heads, and looked at the blood mist in Chu Fengmian's palm.

With their eyesight, they could see that the blood mist in Chu Fengmian's palm was definitely something extraordinary.

"Go."

Chu Fengmian muttered silently, and dozens of drops of blood essence separated from the blood mist, flew towards the Jianmen disciples, and merged into the bodies of the Jianmen disciples in front of him.

Many of these Jianmen disciples had suffered severe torture and beatings from the Piaomiao Palace, and even some injuries had already lost their vitality and affected their lifespans. Some disciples who were only in their teens now looked like white-haired old men.

This was the effect of excessive consumption of vitality.

And the surging and refined vitality contained in Chu Fengmian's blood mist could just make up for their lost vitality.

As the drops of blood essence merged into the bodies of these Jianmen disciples, many Jianmen disciples who were already gray-haired suddenly regained vitality and turned into young faces.

Chu Fengmian only consumed a small part of this blood mist to replenish the lost vitality of these Jianmen disciples.

"Thank you, ancestor."

Seeing the changes on their bodies, the Jianmen disciples were extremely happy. They felt that their physical condition seemed to be better than before they were captured by Piaomiao Palace.

After noticing all this, the Jianmen disciples hurriedly thanked.

They also knew how difficult it was to restore their consumed vitality.

Prolonging life is the most difficult thing for warriors to do, especially prolonging the life of others. Only some people who have reached the pinnacle of alchemy have such ability. Only the leader of a sect can ask someone to prolong their life. For ordinary disciples like them, it is simply a luxury.

Chu Fengmian actually did this for them now, which completely dispelled the doubts of many Jianmen disciples about Chu Fengmian's identity as the "ancestor".

If he was not the ancestor of Jianmen, how could he be willing to pay such a high price to restore their vitality.

Chu Fengmian saw the eyes of those Jianmen disciples and smiled casually. He had Jianmu, which could condense the fruit of life and obtain a large amount of essence of vitality. He could indeed restore the vitality of others in this way.

Of course, this was also because Chu Fengmian saw the loyalty of these Jianmen disciples to Jianmen, so he chose to do this.

"You guys retreat first."

Chu Fengmian waved his hand.

Ling Zheng and Ling Jia hurriedly got up and left with other Jianmen disciples.

The valley was big enough, and the Jianmen disciples also opened up some caves on the other side of the valley as caves to restore their strength and recover from injuries.

After all, they had been imprisoned in Piaomiao Palace for so long and suffered torture. Even if Chu Fengmian restored their vitality now, they would still need some time to recover from their injuries.

Watching the other Jianmen disciples leave, several figures not far away walked towards Chu Fengmian after talking for a while.

These figures are the elders of Jianmen, Jianmen master Ling Qian, and Jianmen ancestor Mo Hong and others.

Other Jianmen disciples believe in the existence of Chu Fengmian, the "ancestor", but for the elders of Jianmen and the master Ling Qian, they know that there has never been such a so-called ancestor in Jianmen.

The real founder of Jianmen is Mo Hong, who is the oldest ancestor.

Now they can't figure out where this so-called ancestor came from.

Especially Chu Fengmian is still a fierce name, the One Finger Demon Lord, they have also heard of this name in Jiuhuatian, it is said that this is a peerless demon who kills without blinking an eye.

Being inexplicably saved by a demon, these Jianmen elders are also full of doubts.

With doubts, these people hesitated and talked for a while, and Mo Hong walked towards Chu Fengmian.

Mo Hong walked over, with difficulty. As the ancestor of Jianmen, he was tortured the most. If it weren't for the fact that Piaomiao Palace didn't want him to die and kept him alive with elixirs, Mo Hong would have died under the torture of Piaomiao Palace.

Looking at Mo Hong, Chu Fengmian also hurriedly moved his mind, and a ball of blood mist separated from his palm and enveloped Mo Hong.

"Recover from the injury first."

Chu Fengmian said, and at the same time, he distributed several balls of blood mist to several other elders of Jianmen.

Mo Hong hesitated for a moment, but quickly swallowed the blood mist. Chu Fengmian didn't need to take risks to save them from Piaomiao Palace if he wanted to harm them.

Soon, as the huge vitality in the blood mist merged into Mo Hong's body, his broken body was also repaired bit by bit, and he was getting younger and younger.

In just half an hour.

The Mo Hong in front of him changed from a white-haired, struggling old man to a young man in his early twenties.

This is Mo Hong's true appearance, and it is also the appearance in Chu Fengmian's memory.

Although Mo Hong is over 10,000 years old, for an immortal, this is still an extremely young age. His white-haired appearance is only because he has been tortured countless times by the Piaomiao Palace, which has aged him to that extent.

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Now Chu Fengmian's blood mist has restored all the vitality that Mo Hong lost.

"This, this."

Looking at his own changes, Mo Hong was a little unbelievable.

The other Jianmen disciples were also refreshed, their auras were much more stable, and their injuries were also recovered.

"Thank you, senior"

Mo Hong just wanted to salute, but was helped up by Chu Fengmian.

"Eighth Senior Brother, there is no need to do this."

Chu Fengmian said with emotion.

"I didn't expect that, ten thousand years later, I would actually have the chance to meet my eighth senior brother one day."

"Eighth senior brother?"

Hearing Chu Fengmian's address to Mo Hong, the other Jianmen elders were all stunned, as if they didn't understand at all.

Only Mo Hong's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Chu Fengmian for a long time before he spoke tentatively.

"You, who are you?"

"The young man practicing swordsmanship at the foot of Tianjue Peak."

Chu Fengmian spoke calmly.

Tianjue Peak was where the Jiandao Sect used to be.

In Chu Fengmian's previous life, as a body of nine absolutes, he could not practice, so he practiced swordsmanship at the foot of Tianjue Peak. Many disciples of the Master of Jiandao had taught him.

"Jianbai, Junior Brother?"

Mo Hong's voice was trembling, as if he couldn't believe it all.

"It's me."

Chu Fengmian looked at Mo Hong with a smile on his face. It was indeed something that made Chu Fengmian extremely happy to see his fellow senior brother after ten thousand years. To be continued