"What... What?"
"Yuan... Yuanling fruit?"
"You're saying you're eating a Yuanling fruit?"
At that moment, Tang Hao's eyes widened as he looked at Ye Qingtian, who was chewing on an apple like a ghost, in front of him.
After saying that, Tang Hao walked over and directly snatched the half of the Yuanling fruit that the War God hadn't finished gnawing on.
"A waste, you're a waste~"
"This thing, it's a cultivation holy object."
"Each one of them has the potential to almost create a martial arts master."
"You're a fucking War God, so you're not saving it for your descendants and you're eating it yourself?"
"Crap, you're wasting it, you're completely wasting it."
Tang Hao said bitterly, his old face twisted, that look as if the War God was eating not the Yuanling fruit, but his Tang Hao's flesh and blood.
Just like this, Tang Hao chattered on and on, verbally assaulting the God of War.
In the end, it seemed that he was tired of talking and a little thirsty, so Tang Hao actually picked up the remaining half of the Yuanling fruit and nibbled on it as well.
"Hm?"
"Not to mention, it's quite delicious?"
"It melts in your mouth, just like taking a sip of immortal Qi."
"I just feel an inexplicable warm current stirring in my chest and heart."
"The whole person's spirit is much better."
As he spoke, Tang Hao took another nibble and finally simply ate all of the half that was left of the War God.
This scene all stunned Ye Qingtian, and in the end, the War God laughed bitterly without words, "You fellow, you still don't mind me, you eat the old man's leftovers too?"
"Good stuff, who dislikes it?" Tang Hao gave Ye Qingtian a blank look before swallowing all of that Yuanling fruit.
"Haha~"
"What's so good, bring it out so I can try it too?" At this time, it seemed that he had heard the noise of the two Battle Gods, and Sword Saint Xiao Chen, who had been living deep in the main hall, walked out.
After seeing the Sword Saint, Tang Hao was wicked, "Sword Saint, it's the Yuanling Fruit."
"Old Ye, this fellow, stole the Yuanling fruit behind our backs."
What?
"Yuanling fruit?" The Sword Saint smiled, and his eyebrows instantly furrowed.
The Yuan Ling fruit was something that the Sword Saint was all too familiar with.
Decades ago, one of his only personal disciples had been lost in a foreign land because of this Yuan Ling fruit.
Now, when he heard this name again, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, rippled a little.
"Tang Hao, you fellow, the evil one, you didn't eat it?"
"I just ate some of your leftovers."
"That counts as eating..."
While the God of War was fighting with Tang Hao, the Sword Saint was inquiring in a deep voice, "Old Ye, where did you get the Yuan Ling fruit?"
"Could it be that there are other places in this world, other than that Amazon Rain Forest, where Yuanling Fruits exist?"
Ye Qingtian shook his head, "No, I took it from Ye Fan."
"This kid, it was not a bad trip back then."
"He robbed quite a few Yuan Ling fruits back."
"Earlier, when I went to Jiangdong, he let me bring back the Yuanling fruits, saying that he was doing something for the Yanxia Martial Dao, to do his part, so that we could take these Yuanling fruits and distribute them to those who needed him." Ye Qingtian spoke slowly.
"Then you're still stealing them?" Tang Hao glared.
Without needing his brain to think, Tang Hao knew that this Ye Qingtian was afraid he had stolen more than one.
The God of War didn't even bother to pay attention to him, "I naturally have my reasons for eating it."
"The packaging of those few Yuanling fruits was damaged, and most of the spiritual energy was lost on the way."
"It would only be a waste if I didn't eat them."
After saying that, Ye Qingtian paid no more attention to Tang Hao, but threw a backpack behind him, to the Sword Saint.
"Take a look, it's all in here."
"If you make good use of it, you should be able to cultivate at least one Martial Dao Grandmaster." Ye Qingtian said with a smile.
"Holy shit, is that much?"
"No wonder we didn't even hear about it back then, who the Yuanling Fruits had fallen to."
"Now it seems that it was all swept away by that Ye Fan guy."
"Hahahahaha~"
"That bastard, he's so deep in hiding, so deep in hiding..."
Tang Hao looked at the backpack full of Yuanling fruits, each wrapped in a special wooden box, and his entire person was overjoyed.
These things might not be considered treasures to their Sealed Patriarchs. But to the entire Yanxia Martial Dao, they were definitely a huge treasure.
One had to know that the Yuanling Fruits were a huge help to the strongest people at the rank of Zong Shi. It could even help the strongest of the Ascended Masters to step into the realm of the Martial Arts Patriarch.
Now that they, Yanxia, had obtained this important treasure, Tang Hao was naturally happy.
"How about it, Sword Saint."
"My War God has a good eye for people, right?"
"I've long said that this Ye Fan, seemingly unruly and untamed, but he still has an upright heart and a sense of family and country."
"This kind of person should be relied upon."
Ye Qingtian spoke proudly, with a little bit of pride in his words.
After all, Ye Fan had been pushed up by him.
Now that this guy was considered to have given him face, the War God naturally felt his face shine.
The Sword Saint nodded his head, "Mm."
"Seriously, I didn't expect that Ye Fan still had this kind of heart."
"During this period of time, my Martial God Hall and him have not exactly had a pleasant time, and not only did he not harbour any hard feelings, he was even willing to offer such a heavy treasure."
"This broad-mindedness alone is indeed not something that ordinary people can compare to."
"In the past, I was always curious about how this Ye Fan, who came from a poor background, managed to get to where he is today at such a young age."
"Now, it seems that this kind of heart is one of the reasons."
"Old Ye, you've won."
"If you nominate Ye Fan for the permanent hall master, I won't object anymore."
The Sword Saint was finally convinced by Ye Fan's noble and courageous actions and eventually took a step back, indicating that he was willing to accept Ye Fan and become the fourth permanent Hall Master of the Martial God Hall.
"Hahahaha~"
"Hahahahaha~"
However, after hearing the Sword Saint's permission, the War God laughed out loud.
At the end of the laugh, there was actually a sigh.
"Forget it."
"We just want to give it, but people still don't want it?"
Ye Qingtian shook his head, and then walked into the Great Hall on his own.
Sword Saint and Tang Hao both chased after him, "What, did you ask him?"
"Yes, I travelled to Jiangdong for this matter, only for him to refuse. Forget it, let's just pretend that such a genius is not related to my Yanxia martial dao."
Ye Qingtian didn't seem to want to mention this matter again, and after a sigh, he wondered, "Where is the Fist King?"
"How come I haven't seen him all this time."
Speaking of the Fist King, the two Sword Saints' moods wilted.
"Calling you here is for this."
"Wu Ya is back." Sword Saint sighed.
"A good thing, why are you guys sighing. Is it hard to say that you guys still don't want him to come back?" Ye Qingtian was even more puzzled.
"Ai~" Tang Hao sighed again, "Wu Ya is seriously injured, just one breath left, anyway, it's quite miserable, and the Fist King is with him day and night."
"What?"
"Beaten up again?"
"What's up with this brat."
"Back in the day, when he went to Japan, he was sent back half dead. He's been recuperating for a year, but on his first mission, he's been beaten to death again?"
"This kid is not lucky."
"Have you found out clearly, who beat him up?"
Ye Qingtian couldn't stop asking, his words carrying a bit of anxiety and worry.
The Sword Saint and Tang Hao both looked at each other, but they wanted to say something, but in the end it was Tang Hao who replied, "Hey, it's sort of half cleared up."
"Half? How do you mean by that?" Ye Qingtian was even more confused.
"It was the Fist King who hit. It wasn't badly injured, but the Fighter made up for it with a few kicks, and it became like that. Go take a look and see if you can help in any way." Sword Saint whispered.
"It's... This... The Fist fighter?"
The God of War was stunned and a little speechless.
Anyway, it was just kinda speechless.