Immemorial War God

"Yi Jinglin's spine is already connected, you just need to go back and rest."    

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."    

With that, the manager of the Pill Pavilion looked carefully at Mo Feng's expression and nodded his head slightly. Then, as if he had received a great understanding of the situation, he immediately walked out.    

"Let's go."    

Mo Feng said indifferently, the fatty nodded and immediately carried Yi Jinglin, the two of them swaggered out of the Pill Pavilion, and no one stopped them. However, on the way, the disciples of the Pill Pavilion saw the displeasure on Mo Feng's face, and did not dare to say a single word.    

"Hmph, since when did the Pill Pavilion allow such a person to act arrogantly!"    

"Damn it, what the hell is Master Ding thinking, to let others see it all become a joke!"    

When Mo Feng left, the disciples of the Pill Pavilion spoke out in anger. The disciples that came to the Pill Pavilion looked unnatural, but they did not say a word.    

Returning back to his cave, Mo Feng touched his storage ring and threw a few pills to the two tiger-dog s who were squatting in the corner. The two tiger-dog s immediately opened their mouths and swallowed the pills.    

"Gulp."    

Fatty looked at the two tiger-dog and his Adam's apple rolled twice. When he entered the cave and saw that the two tiger-dog were still afraid, the tiger-dog did not move and only then did he dare to carry Yi Jinglin and leave.    

"I didn't give the order. They wouldn't do anything." Mo Feng said. The pellet he threw out just now was a necessary pellet to raise tiger-dog, otherwise, with how savage tiger-dog were, they would eat a large amount of blood everyday. Sometimes, when they were hungry, they would even bite their master.    

In order for the two tiger-dog to level up, they would need to prepare a large amount of medicinal pellets, but the most important thing right now was for Yi Jinglin to recuperate from his injuries and then repair his puppet.    

The fat man nodded his head slightly but did not say anything. Mo Feng touched his storage ring again and took out two top-grade healing pills. Yi Jinglin's spine was healed and he did not need to worry about his life anymore.    

After giving the Healing Pill to Yi Jinglin, he then helped him up and circulated his energy to help Yi Jinglin heal his injuries.    

"Hmph."    

After a quarter of an hour, Yi Jinglin's face was flushed and he was sweating profusely. He snorted in pain.    

"This …" The fatty looked at him in a daze, and turned to look at Mo Feng. What was this?    

"Pfft!"    

After a moment, Yi Jinglin's appearance became even uglier, and his face revealed a pained and torturous look. He straightened his chest, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.    

"This, this, this …" Fatty was trembling from head to toe. He had just finished treatment, how did he become like this again? He shouldn't be killed right after he was treated.    

"Pfft!"    

Unexpectedly, after a while, Yi Jinglin spat out another mouthful of blood, and his face became even more pale. This time, the fatty was completely scared and jumped up. It looked like he was going to kill Yi Jinglin no matter what.    

"Mo Feng, what are you doing?" He couldn't help but shout, it took a lot of effort to save him, so don't kill him again.    

"Phew." Mo Feng released his hand and spat out a mouthful of impure Qi at the fatty. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and he said:    

"I'm treating Yi Jinglin."    

"Healing her wounds?" The corner of the fatty's mouth twitched. He was about to say something like, "You're going to kill him, aren't you?"    

"Is there anyone who can treat injuries like this?" The corner of his mouth twitched as he changed his way of speaking.    

Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders. His healing technique was indeed a little special, but it was able to speed up Yi Jinglin's recovery. Just now, he used a type of cultivation technique to force all the clotted blood out of Yi Jinglin's body, and sped up the flow of blood in his spine.    

The blood that he spat out just now was just the blood clot on Yi Jinglin's spine, and the fresh blood that he needed to transport out of the clot.    

Mo Feng did not explain any further as the corner of the fatty's mouth continued to twitch.    

The two of them did not say a word, quietly looked at Yi Jinglin, and waited for him to recover.    

"Right, I still don't know your name." After a day, Mo Feng seemed to still remember that he did not know this fatty's name, and asked.    

"Heh, just call me Fatty." Fatty scratched his head and said with a slightly flushed face.    

"Oh?" Mo Feng raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but ask again:    

"And your real name?"    

"My real name …" Fatty was a little hesitant, as if he couldn't say it out loud.    

"My real name is Fatty." In the end, to prevent Mo Feng from asking again, the fatty still said it out loud.    

"Uhh …" The corner of Mo Feng's mouth twitched, there really was someone who could use that name, that person really lived up to his name.    

"When I was young, I was very thin, so thin that I could not support myself. My parents wanted me to become fat, so they named me Fatty." The fat guy seemed to know what Mo Feng was thinking and explained.    

Mo Feng nodded in understanding.    

"What's your last name?"    

When he asked for his surname, it was even harder for Fatty to ask for it. Mo Feng felt his heart itch.    

Seeing that the fatty did not say anything, Mo Feng shook his head and did not ask further. Since others were unwilling to say it, he had no choice but to force the issue.    

Seeing that Mo Feng was not paying any more attention, the fatty mustered his courage and spoke up:    

"My surname is rather rare, my surname is Dead."    

"Die?" Mo Feng was startled, and after thinking for a moment, he felt choking.    

"Pfft!"    

"Die, damn fatty?" Mo Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the fatty, his face not looking weird. Damn Fatty, his parents were too talented, it was fine that their surname was an extremely rare death, but if they had that name, it would be too dramatic.    

Seeing the fatty's awkward face, Mo Feng couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. It seemed that the fatty had been troubled by this name for a long time, and had suffered under the ridicule of many people. However, he had not changed. He was a very filial person.    

"Fatty, sorry for troubling you these few days, this is your reward." Mo Feng did not pester the fatty's name, otherwise, it would be disrespecting others. Instead, he took out a storage bag and threw it to the fatty.    

Fatty took the storage bag and opened it. When he saw it, his eyes widened and he gasped.    

"One hundred thousand star stones!"    

A hundred thousand star stones in total, plus the fifty thousand star stones from before. That was almost his entire fortune, and this move was too generous. With these Star Stones, he would definitely be able to speed up his cultivation and advance a stage in a short period of time.    

After throwing the fatty storage bag to him, Mo Feng entered into cultivation. The fatty's character was better, so he was not afraid of him doing anything.    

"Mo Feng."    

After a while, Fatty's voice rang out. Mo Feng opened his eyes and looked at him, only to see the fatty's resolute face, grabbing the storage bag and offering it to him.    

"What's wrong?" Mo Feng's brows slightly rose as he asked.    

"Mo Feng, I want to follow you." The fat guy said firmly.    

"Follow me?" Mo Feng raised his eyebrows once again, and seeing the unswerving determination on the fatty's face, the corner of his mouth rose into a smile.    

"Why are you following me?"    

"I'm happy to follow you." The fat guy replied simply.    

"Oh?" Mo Feng's smile became even wider.    

"Then you know, it's much more dangerous to follow me. Right now, a lot of people want my life, and Ran Mingshi will no longer protect me."