Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Within these cages were all kinds of mysterious and powerful beasts.    

A few of them met Ye Feng's requirements. There was even a golden eagle with a wingspan of twenty meters and a body as big as a small mountain.    

However, for Ye Feng, he didn't have the time to pay attention to these birds. All of his attention was focused on the cages that held the demon race. In one of the cages, there was the demon race that he was most worried about and most familiar with.    

"Crow Spirit!"    

Ye Feng's heart trembled. He clenched his fist so hard that his nails pierced into his flesh, but he didn't feel anything. He just stared at the Crow Spirit.    

The Crow Spirit's clothes in the cage were tattered, and it was covered in blood. Its abnormally pale face was lowered, as if it had fainted.    

However, Ye Feng could tell that the Crow Spirit wasn't unconscious. It was just that its injuries were too serious and it was too weak. It was on the verge of death, which was why it looked like this.    

"Is this how the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion treats its goods? It's about to die, but you don't care about it."    

Ye Feng pointed at the Crow Spirit in the cage. He suppressed his emotions and pretended to be cold as he questioned the waiter.    

"Uh... Young master, you might not know this, but this demon is very stubborn. The manager of the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion has given her many spiritual pills and precious medicine, but she refused to eat them no matter what. The manager had no choice but to do this."    

The waiter quickly explained.    

Only then did Ye Feng shift his gaze away from the Crow Spirit. He had been too concerned about the Crow Spirit earlier, so he didn't look closely at the other demons next to him. Now that he looked at them, he noticed something. Although the other demons didn't look well either, they were all alive and well. Only the Crow Spirit was on the verge of death.    

"Damn it!"    

Ye Feng cursed in his heart. The Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion had captured the Crow Spirit and was selling it in a cage. He really wanted to tear down the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion.    

However, saving the Crow Spirit was the most important thing at the moment. Ye Feng knew the importance of this matter, so he could only temporarily suppress the anger in his heart and turn to look at the waiter.    

"This demon is not bad looking. You can't let her live. That would be a waste of God's good gifts."    

Ye Feng said with disdain, "Sell it to me at a cheaper price. I have a way to make her live for me willingly."    

"Young master is indeed extraordinary."    

Without saying a word, the waiter flattered him before he continued, "But, young master, this monster is the most beautiful of all the goods. Although she looks a little miserable, as long as she is willing to take medicine and live, she will recover in a few days."    

"To be honest, our steward has already decided to feed her the medicine by force, so... I can't make the decision about the price."    

"Since you cannot make the decision, then find your steward!"    

Ye Feng's eyes turned cold. He was in a hurry to save the Crow Spirit, but the waiter was still dawdling. It made him want to slap him away.    

Seeing that Ye Feng was angry, the waiter didn't dare to delay any longer. He quickly agreed and took out the communication stone. He walked to the side and started to contact the manager.    

At this moment, the extremely weak and almost unconscious Crow Spirit, who was in the cage, suddenly trembled. In her daze, she seemed to hear Ye Feng's voice.    

"Am I hallucinating?"    

The Crow Spirit smiled bitterly. When she opened her eyes, she could feel her life force rapidly fading away. She didn't have long to live, but the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face staring at her with a pained expression.    

"Ye Feng? How can this illusion be so clear?"    

The Crow Spirit was shocked. Before she could observe carefully, Ye Feng had already walked in front of her.    

"You..."    

The Crow Spirit was dumbfounded for a moment. Her already dizzy mind became even more muddled. She looked at Ye Feng and couldn't speak. She couldn't tell if this was an illusion or reality.    

"Don't speak. Pretend you don't know me."    

Ye Feng immediately sent a message to the Crow Spirit and said seriously, "Leave everything to me. I will take you out of here!"    

"Alright!"    

When the Crow Spirit heard the familiar voice in her sea of consciousness, she instantly woke up. She knew that this wasn't an illusion, but reality.    

The Crow Spirit was naturally extremely excited to be able to see Ye Feng again. Furthermore, she would have the chance to break free from the control of the prison and regain her freedom. Her original will to die disappeared without a trace. Instead, a strong desire to live appeared in her heart.    

"Aiyo, young master, sorry for the delay. I didn't know that young master would come, so I couldn't take the initiative to welcome you. I'm really sorry."    

A bright voice came from the stairs. Ye Feng saw a stout, round-faced man running from upstairs. Before he even got close, he apologized with a smile on his face.    

"Young master, are you interested in this demon race?"    

The round-faced man was naturally the steward. He came in front of Ye Feng and pointed at the Crow Spirit in the cage. He asked with a smile.    

"That's right."    

Ye Feng resisted the urge to slap the round-faced man to death and nodded calmly.    

"This demon is about to die. Sell it to me at a cheaper price. I'll bring it back and train it myself."    

"Since young master has said so, I naturally have to give you face."    

The manager smiled and agreed without any hesitation.    

Only then did the steward reveal a troubled expression and said, "But, young master, this monster is indeed very beautiful and can be considered to be of the highest quality. Even if I have the privilege of preferential treatment, I can't lower the price too much." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    

"This number is the best discount that I can give you."    

The steward extended five fingers and waved them in front of Ye Feng.    

Ye Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this. "Five hundred Qi and Blood Pills?"    

Qi and Blood Pills were the common currency of martial arts. As long as one was a martial arts cultivator, one needed to replenish one's Qi and blood. Therefore, the value of this item was very stable.    

A single Qi Boosting Pill was enough for an average person to live for a year. Although five hundred Qi Boosting Pills was not a small amount, it was not expensive compared to a Qi Cultivating Stage young lady. It could even be said to be extremely cheap.    

"No, no, no. Young master has misunderstood. Five thousand Blood Qi Pills or fifty Blood Qi Pills are fine."    

The manager smiled and said.    

As soon as he said this, not to mention Ye Feng and the others, even the waiter of the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion widened his eyes. He never thought that the steward would dare to ask for so much.    

Five thousand Qi Boosting Pills could buy a life of a Qi warrior, and fifty Qi Boosting Pills were even more expensive, although the normal exchange rate was one Qi Boosting Pill for a hundred Qi Boosting Pills.    

However, because the Blood Qi Pills were extremely effective and there weren't many of them, their value was even higher. One hundred and twenty or thirty Blood Qi Pills were needed to exchange for one Blood Qi Pill.    

The steward was asking for such a high price. Not to mention a discount, he was simply robbing!    

"What do you mean? Are you courting death?"    

Ye Feng's eyes were cold as he looked at the steward and asked in a deep voice.    

Chapter 10 - Life and Death