Zheng Huafei's gratitude to Ye Bufan came from the bottom of her heart. She knew that without the young man in front of her, she would have been ravaged to death in Africa, and she would not be where she is today.
Moreover, this revenge could only be successful only if Ye Bufan helped him. Otherwise, not only would he not be able to kill Zheng Huayang, but he would also be humiliated by the other party again.
The Zheng family's large amount of funds were completely their spoils of war, and they gave and took back so much for their own sake.
Looking at her sincere eyes, Ye Bufan said nothing more: "It's up to you."
He successively obtained 50% of the shares of two major families in Hong Kong. If others saw this, they would probably be jealous to death.
The total assets of such abundant assets are conservatively estimated to exceed 200 billion, but Ye Bufan doesn't feel too much.
Now money is just a number to him, it's just in his name.
A celebration banquet ended happily, and after it was over, a group of girls were pulled into the room by their mother to chat.
Ouyang Lan was overjoyed to have so many daughters-in-law at once, she liked every one of them.
Ye Bufan returned to the room alone, closed the door and let Ye Tian out with a thought.
Then he took out a blue-black elixir, which was refined by absorbing the Yin Dragon in Tianlei Mountain. It almost contained the Yin Qi of the entire Tianlei Mountain and Yinhun Knife. The energy was extremely rich and pure.
He still had high hopes for this elixir, so he raised his hand and threw it to Ye Tian.
Ye Tian took the elixir and put it into his mouth, and soon his body changed, and an extremely dazzling golden light bloomed from his body - the Great Perfection of the Golden Corpse.
Unknowingly, he had reached the highest level of the Golden Corpse, and was completely comparable to the Dzogchen warriors of the heavenly level.
Ye Bufan felt happy for a moment. He never expected that facing Bei Gongjing would bring such unexpected joy.
Not only did he have another master beside him, but he also gave Ye Tian hope of recovery.
According to the records in the ancient medical tradition, if the corpse puppet can break through to the heavenly corpse, it can unseal the soul and memory sealed in the mind and become a normal human being again.
He reached out and patted Ye Tian's shoulder, "Brother, we are only one step away. Come on, I hope you can recover soon."
All along, he did not simply regard Ye Tian as a corpse puppet, but as his brother and friend.
I look forward to him returning to normal as soon as possible, and then he will also have an explanation for Zhu You's family in Xiangxi.
As he said this, Ye Bufan knew that it was extremely difficult to break through the Heavenly Corpse, even more difficult than all the previous realms combined.
Generally speaking, among warriors, only very few can break through to the holy level, let alone corpse puppets.
At least in the records of ancient medicine, there is no successful precedent so far.
But this is not surprising. The reason why Ye Tian was able to improve so quickly was entirely because he had a large artifact in his hand, the Demon Refining Bottle, which continuously provided advanced energy. Otherwise, he would still be at the level of Silver Corpse.
Ye Tian stood there without any expression or reaction, still like a robot.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Ye Bufan put Ye Tian away with a thought, and then opened the door. Standing at the door was Master Qingye.
"Master, please come in."
Ye Bufan let her in.
After sitting down, Master Qingye said: "Xiaofan, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
"Where are you going, Master Tai?"
"I plan to return to Shennongjia tomorrow to continue practicing, and I will leave Qingqiu to you from now on."
Ye Bufan did not answer directly. He thought for a moment and said, "How long has Master Tai stayed in this realm?"
Master Aoba sighed: "It's been 10 years, and I still haven't reached the threshold of the Holy Order."
"Master, do you think it is useful to continue practicing?"
"this……"
Master Aoba's expression was stagnant, not knowing what he meant by this.
"Although the road to the road is long, this is my lifelong pursuit and I can never give up."
"That was not what I meant."
Ye Bufan shook his head, "I think Master should change his mind. Focusing on hard work is not the answer."
Master Qingye asked in surprise: "How can you improve your cultivation level without practicing?"
Ye Bufan said: "I feel that when you reach the realm of master, the difference is no longer in cultivation, but in your state of mind. When your state of mind reaches the level, you will naturally be able to break through to the heavenly level.
So I think if Master wants to make a breakthrough, he should not go back to the mountains, but should enter the world and cultivate his mind, maybe there will be unexpected gains."
"is that so?"
Master Aoba frowned and fell into deep thought.
Looking back on my own cultivation process, since I entered the Heaven-level Dzogchen realm, although my cultivation has been continuously improving during my cultivation, it has not been able to shake the bottleneck that troubled me at all.
On the contrary, during this period of time, treatment and treatment seemed to loosen the bottleneck that had been bothering me for a long time.
"Xiaofan, you are right, your words really awaken the dreamer. It seems that I have taken the wrong path in the past.
At this level, if you want to touch the holy level, it is no longer enough to improve your cultivation level. What is more important is to cultivate your mind.
If this is the case, then I won’t leave and will practice in this mortal world for a while to see if I can gain anything.”
After a pause, Master Aoba continued, "I want to stay with you and Qingqiu from now on, but I don't know if it's convenient."
"It's convenient, of course it's convenient. You will come back to the Imperial Capital with me in a few days, and you will just be with my mother."
Of course, Ye Bufan would not refuse such a heaven-level Dzogchen level master who came to his door on his own initiative.
"Well, I won't disturb your rest."
Master Qingye turned around and left the room. As soon as she left, Ye Bufan's cell phone rang.
I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was a completely unfamiliar phone number.
Seeing that the other party was playing very persistently, he reached out and pressed the answer button.
"Ye Bufan, I thought you didn't dare to answer my call."
A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone.
Ye Bufan frowned. Unexpectedly, the person calling was Ximen Yujiao. What could happen if this annoying woman called him?
"What's up?"
He went straight to the point. He was not even interested in saying another word to this annoying woman.
"I heard that you defeated a great dancer on Hong Kong Island. I specially called you to congratulate you."
Ximen Yujiao's tone was full of sarcasm.
She had just heard the news that Ye Bufan defeated Bei Gongjing, and she had no idea who Bei Gongjing was.
The dignified master of martial arts in Hong Kong, in her eyes, is just an unqualified magician.
"If you don't have anything else to do, just hang up the phone."
Ye Bufan already hated this woman so much that he really didn't want to talk to her anymore and was about to hang up the phone.
"Wait a minute, why are you in a hurry? I have something important I haven't told you yet."
"explain."
Now that the call was connected, Ye Bufan asked again patiently.
"Tomorrow is the engagement day of my brother Ximen Yuliang. I invite you to come and have a wedding banquet."
"Not interested in."
Each of the Ximen siblings was more annoying than the other, and they both had issues with him. He couldn't understand why Ximen Yujiao told him the news?
"Don't rush to a conclusion yet, I believe you will be interested."
On the other side of the phone, Ximen Yujiao let out a strange laugh, which was proud, sarcastic, and a little arrogant.
Just when Ye Bufan had pressed the answer button, the other person on the phone said, "My brother is engaged, and the bride's name is Gu Qingcheng."
(In the past few days, book friends have been asking about Gu Qingcheng. The black beer has not been forgotten, and it has appeared now.)
