Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The red-haired Frenzied Sword cupped his hands towards Jin Junyuan and said, "We didn't break the Source Plant of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan on purpose."    

"It was the three ancient clans who seemed to have sensed that something was wrong. There were guards around the formation during the day and night."    

"Moreover, there were peerless experts hiding their auras to investigate. We were afraid that they would find us, so we took the Source Plant away. We could only give you the Source Plant instead of sneaking into the formation."    

If they sent the Source Plant to the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race, they could only send it secretly. They must not be discovered by those three ancient races.    

That was because the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was not a match for the three ancient races. Once the Mysterious Pill Pavilion sent the Source Plant to the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was discovered, the three ancient races might attack the Mysterious Pill Pavilion.    

With the Mysterious Pill Pavilion's strength, they could not stop any ancient race, let alone the three ancient races working together.    

If they were discovered, the Mysterious Pill Pavilion might be destroyed, which would only buy the Golden Mysterious Macaque some time to rest.    

Therefore, after the three ancient races surrounded the array, they did not try to give the Golden Mysterious Macaque any more Source Plant.    

The reason why the Mysterious Pill Pavilion was able to enter the formation was because the Golden Mysterious Macaque gave them the token to pass through the formation. As long as the Martial Cultivator held the token, they would be able to enter unimpeded.    

Jin Junyuan nodded. "I can understand you."    

"It's all thanks to the Mysterious Pill Pavilion's help that the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was able to hold on for so long."    

"If it wasn't for your help, our formation would have been broken by them a long time ago."    

Jin Junyuan could understand the explanation of the Scarlet Haired Mad Blade.    

The three ancient races were not stupid. After a long period of time, they realized that there was something wrong with the healing pill of the Golden Mysterious Macaque.    

However, the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race did not notice the sealing formation of the three ancient races. That was why they did not know about it.    

The Mysterious Pill Pavilion entered the formation and used the Source Plant to exchange for a large amount of pill. This was originally something beneficial to the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race and the Mysterious Pill Pavilion.    

Moreover, the destruction of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan by the three ancient races did not bring any benefits to the Mysterious Pill Pavilion.    

Therefore, he did not think that the Mysterious Pill Pavilion would betray the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan.    

However, the Golden Mysterious Macaque tribe had lost too many people due to the lack of healing pill. Hence, the people, including him, all complained about the Mysterious Pill Pavilion.    

However, after thinking about it carefully, he realized that other than the Mysterious Pill Pavilion helping the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, there were no other forces that could help the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan.    

If the Mysterious Pill Pavilion had a grudge against the Mysterious Pill Pavilion because they were unable to give the Source Plant to their family, they would have repaid their kindness with enmity.    

The Mysterious Pill Pavilion had already tried their best to help them. It was impossible for them to fall into a hopeless situation just to help them.    

The misunderstanding of the Mysterious Pill Pavilion not giving the Golden Mysterious Macaque the Source Plant was solved. The relationship between the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan and the Mysterious Pill Pavilion became even better.    

The three of them were looking forward to the future.    

At this moment, after all the resentment disappeared, a large amount of purple gas suddenly appeared in the distant sky.    

This purple Qi was drifting towards Qin Ming. He could feel a sense of gratitude from it.    

"This purple Qi is... the gratitude of the resentment?" Jin Junyuan said uncertainly.    

He had lived for so long, but he had never experienced this type of thing. Even in ancient texts, there were no clear records.