Chapter 8: The Golden Jade Bug King!

Chen Yun patted the storage bag in his arms, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

After paying one hundred and thirty low-level spirit stones, he successfully purchased this gold and stone brick.

As the sun sets, a faint crescent moon appears in the sky.

"It's getting late, it's time to go look for Aunt Chen!"

Chen Yun murmured, then quickly left Chenjiafang Market and walked towards Chen Qiaoqian's home.

"Father, you are injured!"

As soon as I entered the house, I heard Chen Qiaoqian's worried voice.

When Chen Yun entered the yard, he saw a middle-aged man in blue clothes with his back to him.

There was a pale golden wound on its shoulder, and its white skin looked like gold and jade.

It seems to have turned into a golden stone.

"A top-level golden jade insect king appeared in the mine, and I was accidentally poisoned by it!"

Father Chen sighed, took out a small knife and slashed with force.

"Pfft!"

The golden flesh was cut off and fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled groan.

Like a piece of gold and jade stone.

The bright red blood kept dripping from his shoulders, making him look particularly hideous.

Aunt Chen walked over quickly, holding a roll of green linen covered with unknown medicinal herbs.

Wrapped around Chen's father's shoulders.

"hiss!"

The sackcloth was wrapped around the wound and Father Chen took a deep breath.

"My ointment can only temporarily resist its poison!"

Aunt Chen's face flashed with worry. She looked at the sackcloth on Father Chen's shoulder and said, "If you want to detoxify, you need the Golden Spirit Grass!"

"Is the Golden Spirit Grass very precious?"

Looking at her mother's expression, Chen Qiaoqian frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice.

Mother Chen nodded: "Golden Spirit Grass is not precious, but it is extremely rare!"

"It only grows near the Golden Jade Bug King!"

Hearing this, Chen Yun's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he slowly stepped forward and asked:
"Aunt Chen, a top-level monster appeared in the mine. Isn't the clan going to take action?"

After all, the Jinxuan Mine is a considerable income for the Chen family.

Now that there is a top-level monster in the Jinxuan Mine, how dare those low-level cultivators who are mining go down?
Father Chen looked at Chen Yun, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

"The ancestor has given the order, and the disciples of the family's law enforcement hall have already gone there!"

"It's just the poison in you!"

Aunt Chen looked at the wound on Father Chen's shoulder and whispered, "It can only last for two days!"

"If it lasts more than two days, the gold and jade poison will cover the whole body!"

At this point, Aunt Chen's face was filled with worry: "By then, there will be no cure!"

"The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall have already taken action, don't worry!"

Father Chen gently patted Aunt Chen's face and forced a smile.

Seeing Chen's father like this, Chen Yun did not stay long and turned away.

Naturally, the meal was not eaten.

He returned to the courtyard alone.

"I wonder if Chen Qiaoqian's parents died because of this?"

A gleam of light flashed in Chen Yun's eyes, and he muttered to himself.

In the original novel, when Chen Qiaoqian went to Huangfeng Valley, her parents had already died.

"The strength is still too weak!"

Chen Yun clenched his fist and whispered to himself.

As he was talking, Chen Yun entered the room, sat cross-legged, and practiced in seclusion.

Night falls.

Looking at Qingsong, whose face was pale and twitching from time to time, Chen's mother's eyes were full of pity.

He stroked the storage bag on his waist with his right hand and murmured softly, "If only Qiaotian were still here!"

The Ascension Conference, held every ten years, is aimed at independent cultivators.

For the three major families in Huangfeng Valley, as long as the family disciples have good qualifications and their strength reaches the late stage of Qi training, they can join Huangfeng Valley. And two years ago, after Chen Qiaotian's cultivation broke through the eleventh level of Qi training, he joined Huangfeng Valley.

After saying this, he sighed lightly and pushed the door open and walked out.

The next morning.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Chen Yun! Chen Yun!"

Accompanied by crisp knocks on the door, Chen Yun, who was immersed in cultivation, was awakened.

Chen Yun exhaled lightly and came to the yard.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

When I opened the yard, the first thing I saw was Chen Qiaoqian who was extremely panicked.

He walked quickly into the house, his face full of anxiety, and held Chen Yun's arm tightly with both hands: "The family has not found the Golden Spirit Grass, and mother is worried about father!"

"I went to the mine last night, but I didn't get any herbs and I got poisoned!"

Hear this.

Chen Yun frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Does the ancestor know about this?"

If a foundation-building cultivator from the family could help, it would be easy to enter the Jinxuan Mine and find the Golden Spirit Grass.

"The ancestor is in seclusion!"

Chen Qiaoqian frowned slightly, her eyes full of panic: "Most of the foundation-building cultivators in the family have gone to the Yan family!"

"Yanjiabao?"

There was a hint of surprise in Chen Yun's eyes, and he exclaimed in surprise.

According to the plot, the Chen family is one of the three major families in Huangfeng Valley, and should have no intersection with the Yan Family Castle.

"Now there is only one cultivator in the early stage of foundation building left in the family!"

"She has entered the Jinxuan Mine!"

"Chen Yun, do you think my parents can hold on until then?"

Having said that, Chen Qiaoqian tightly grasped Chen Yun's arm with both hands, her body trembling slightly.

"Hey!"

Chen Yun sighed softly. If the original plot had been followed, Chen's father and mother would not have survived.

After all, Chen Qiaoqian had just come of age, and her parents had just encountered such a problem.

Naturally, he lost his mind and the focus fell on Chen Yun.

"You go back first!"

Chen Yun gently patted Chen Qiaoqian's jade back and whispered, "Your parents are both poisoned and need someone to take care of them! Leave the herbs to me!"

Listening to Chen Yun's words, Chen Qiaoqian bit her tender lips and looked at Chen Yun with tears in her eyes.

After persuading Chen Qiaoqian to go home, Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said silently in his heart: "Aunt Chen has done me a favor, so I can't just stand by and watch her die!"

"But my cultivation is only at the tenth level of Qi training, so this trip is quite risky!"

Chen Yun touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

"The Golden Spirit Grass is the result of the Green Spirit Grass being contaminated with the Golden Jade Bug's slime!"

"If you want to grow Golden Spirit Grass, you need Green Spirit Grass and Golden Jade Bug King!"

At this point, the gleam in Chen Yun's eyes became brighter: "Green Spirit Grass likes shade. There is a stream to the north of the Jinxuan Mine. If there is Golden Spirit Grass, it must be there!"

With this in mind, Chen Yun's figure flashed and he quickly ran towards the Jinxuan Mine.

Chen Yun was not a brainless person. Even though he knew the approximate growth location of the Golden Spirit Grass, he would not go in alone.

Outside the Jinxuan Mine, there are wooden houses built with black wood, which blend in with the ore.

In a wooden hall of thirty meters in size.

"Are you telling the truth?"

A hunchbacked old woman raised her head and looked at him.

Chen Yun felt as if he had been seen through. He did not dare to be careless and quickly bowed and said, "This is what I found from medicine!"

As he spoke, Chen Yun handed a book to the old woman.

The old woman glanced at the books and remained silent.

"Granny Wu, since we have no idea now, why don't we give it a try!"

(End of this chapter)