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nChapter 107: The Price of Death!

nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe sound of scriptures echoed in the valley, and white transparent souls that had been purified continuously flew out of the King Medicine Cauldron.

nThese souls bowed deeply to Yang Luo, Tan Daoxian, and the other two before dissipating into the sky.

nAs for the souls of Lei Guodong and the others, Yang Luo had preserved them.

nAfter all, the bodies of Lei Guodong and the others had not been damaged, and their souls had not been refined. As long as their souls returned to their bodies, they could be saved.

nAfter expiating the souls, Yang Luo waved his right hand and put away the King Medicine Cauldron.

n“Master!”

n“Divine Doctor Yang!”

nHan Shouli, Wang Feng, and the others hurriedly ran over.

nTan Daoxian, Ma Xuanqing, and Li Jingyuan also stood up and walked over.

n“Master, you’re too awesome. You’re simply amazing!”

nHan Shouli gave Yang Luo a thumbs up, extremely excited about the entire process.

nWang Feng also spoke out, “Thank you for your help, Divine Doctor Yang. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to subdue that black-robed Azan alone. I’m afraid even more people would have died.”

n“Hello, sir. My name is Tan Daoxian. I’m from Longhu Mountain.

nThese two are my junior brothers, Ma Xuanqing and Li Jingyuan.”

nTan Daoxian introduced himself respectfully and asked, “May I know your name, sir?”

n“My name is Yang Luo.”

nThe three Daoist masters were a little timid and had been beaten up badly just now.

nHowever, they had helped him exorcize those souls just now, worthy of the reputation of Longhu Mountain.

nTan Daoxian said, “Mr. Yang is really an expert. Not only is he a Martial Dao master, but he’s also a spell master and a medical master. We’re filled with admiration.”

n“May I ask which sect Mr. Yang is from?”

nMa Xuanqing asked curiously.

nYang Luo said, “1 don’t belong to any sect.”

nLi Jingyuan asked, “Then where did you learn your skills, Mr. Yang?”

nYang Luo said, “My master taught me these skills.”

n“Who is your master?”

nTan Daoxian continued to ask.

nYang Luo shook his head and said, “I don’t know my master’s name either.”

nMa Xuanqing sighed, “China is huge and abundant in resources. There are indeed endless experts.

nIt seems that your master is a hidden expert. He’s a mysterious existence.”

nYang Luo also knew that this old man was not simple.

nIn the past, when he was in the mountains, no matter how much his cultivation, medical skills, mystic techniques, and other skills had improved, he would be beaten up by the old man.

nTherefore, even though the old man was very unreliable, Yang Luo was still filled with reverence and admiration for him.

nBefore he went down the mountain, the old man said that he had something important to do. He did not know what he had done.

nMoreover, the old man did not say what he was going to do or where he was going. In short, he disappeared mysteriously.

nYang Luo retracted his thoughts and said to Wang Feng, “Captain Wang, I’ve already found the souls of Mr. Lei and the others. Let’s go. Hurry up and go to the hospital to save them.”

n“Ok!”

nWang Feng nodded repeatedly.

nChu Yanran pursed her lips and asked, “Mr. Yang, can you really save Officer Lei?”

n“As long as there’s time, I can save them.”

nYang Luo replied, “If you don’t believe me, you can go with me.”

nChu Yanran nodded, “Alright, I’ll go with you!”

nTan Daoxian asked, “Mr. Yang, can we go take a look as well?”

n“Let’s go together if you want to.”

nYang Luo nodded in agreement.

nMoreover, he had something to ask Tan Daoxian and the other two.

nSoon, Yang Luo and the others left the valley.

nAs for Yan Kun and the other criminals, they were handed over to others to deal with.

nAfter walking out of the forest, Yang Luo, Han Shouli, Tan Daoxian, and Chu Yanran took a car.

nWang Feng, Ma Xuanqing, and Li Jingyuan sat in another car.

nBecause they were in a hurry, the two cars sped up and went straight to the central hospital.

nAt the same time…

nElephant Country, Golden Buddha Temple.

nThis temple was dazzling and resplendent. It was very famous in the entire Elephant Kingdom. There was an endless stream of people who came to worship every day.

nAt this moment, in a hall in the backyard of the temple.

nThe hall was still dazzling, spacious, and bright.

nFour monks were sitting in front of a golden Buddha statue and meditating, chanting scriptures.

nThe monk sitting at the front was wearing a gray robe and was already old. He was thin and his beard was gray.

nThis old monk was the abbot of the temple, Lungposa. He was also the famous black-robed Azan of the Elephant Kingdom and was supported by countless people.

nSitting behind him were his three disciples, all dressed in black robes named Arroda, Weissag and Vanado.

nBut at this moment…

nCrack!

nSuddenly, there was a loud cracking sound in the hall!

nLungposa and the other three stopped chanting and turned to look at a wall.

nThere were nineteen golden Buddhist tablets hanging on the wall, and each of them had a name written on it.

nThe name Lungposa was written on the Buddhist tablet at the top.

nThere were 18 names written on the 18 Buddhist tablets below, representing the 18 disciples of Lungposa.

nBut now, one of the Buddhist tablets with “Putira” written on it had shattered.

nThese were their life Buddhist tablets. Once they shattered, it meant that the party had died.

nUpon seeing the shattered Buddhist tablet, Arroda, Weissag, and Vanado’s expressions changed drastically.

nArroda exclaimed, “Master, could it be that Putira is dead?!”

n“How is that possible?!”

nWeissag had a look of disbelief on his face, “Junior Brother Putira only went to

nChina to settle some matters. How could he die?!”

nVanado said angrily, “Who harmed Junior Brother Putira?!”

nLungposa’s expression was dark as he said slowly, “I’ve been feeling uneasy these past few days. 1 kept feeling that something will happen.

nI didn’t expect something to really happen today.”

nAs he spoke, Lungposa cast a spell and raised his right hand. He calculated with his fingers and said in a low voice, “Putira died in a city called Jiang City in China.

nHowever, strangely, I can’t deduce who killed Putira.”

n“What?!”

nArroda looked shocked, “Master, how could it be that even you can’t deduce it?!”

nWeissag and Vanado were also shocked.

nOne had to know that in their hearts, Lungposa was a god-like existence. He knew astronomy, geography, Yin and Yang, and was omnipotent.

nUnexpectedly, his master could not deduce who killed Putira.

n“That person’s fate is too strange. It’s obscured by the heavenly secrets, so I can’t deduce it.”

nLungposa shook his head and said, “It seems that the person who killed Putira is not a simple person.”

nAt this point, killing intent appeared in Lungposa’s eyes. He said coldly, “You have to pay the price of death for killing my disciple.

nAruda, Weissag, and Vanado, prepare yourselves well for the next few days and make a trip to China.

nWe must find that guy and kill him to avenge Putira.”

n“Yes, Master!”

nArroda, Weissag, and Vanado replied in unison, cold killing intent appearing in their eyes..

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