Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes and said, "Let's go to the shop in the desert. I have something to give him."

As he spoke, Ye Qian'an took out the jade slip that could unlock the seal, and then injected his own spiritual power into it, just to be able to protect himself during the next contact.

If the old guy doesn't move himself, the energy here will naturally not pose any threat to him, but if he goes back on his word, his soul will be shattered directly.

Back at the shop, Bingdi was still drawing the map as usual. When he saw Ye Qian'an's future, Bingdi's eyes showed some excitement. Then he immediately teleported in front of Ye Qian'an and asked, "Did you get the things?"

Ye Qian'an took out the jade slip from his storage ring, handed it over and said, "This is what you need, but where is the thousand-year-old herb you mentioned?"

Bingdi stroked his pale goatee, nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, little brother. As long as you can unlock the seal in my body, I will give you the things with both hands."

"But my friend, if this jade slip cannot unlock the seal in my body, then I cannot give you the herbs. You should understand that, right?"

Ye Qian'an nodded. He was not the kind of person who did not keep his word. He directly gave the jade slip in his hand to the Ice Emperor in front of him.

To be on the safe side, Bingdi turned around and entered the secret room to recover. If it was true, his cultivation would definitely be able to recover to its peak, at least to the peak level of a saint.

Ye Qian'an sat in a chair and tasted the wine. He glanced in the direction of the secret room and was a little nervous. He hoped that this old guy would not discover the soul imprint he left in the jade slip.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly a loud noise was heard in the basement, and powerful ice-attributed spiritual power spread out from the door of the secret room.

Bingdi's appearance has changed at this moment. His originally skinny body has become fuller with fighting spirit. Except for his silver-white hair, Bingdi's appearance seems to have become decades younger.

This is the most refreshed time I have felt in the past 20 years.

After feeling the aura in his body, Bingdi also laughed, "Haha, this damn seal has finally disappeared. I am a saint again, hahaha!"

Although he was unable to recover to the Half-Step Immortal Emperor realm, the breaking of the seal still allowed his cultivation to be raised from the early stage of Semi-Saint to the late stage of Saint.

"Congratulations, you have returned to the realm of saints." Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled: "Senior, don't forget our original agreement."

The Ice Emperor frowned, and the icy energy in his body spread out in all directions, completely enveloping the room in an instant, as if wanting to kill Ye Qian'an right here.

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes and put his right hand behind his back. As long as this old guy wanted to make a move, he was 80% sure that he could crush the jade slip in an instant. Even if he died, he would make him be buried with him.

Bingdi looked at Ye Qian'an in front of him with a chilling gaze. He also understood that this boy had reached such a realm at such a young age, already possessed a very strong background, and was extremely talented. If he rashly became his enemy, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Bingdi retracted his ice energy and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, little brother. I was just recovering my cultivation just now. I didn't control the spiritual power in my body, which caused this place to be frozen."

Ye Qian'an snorted in his heart: "I hope so."

Bingdi simply took out another red-gold herb from his storage ring, threw it over and said, "My words are of course my bond. As long as I recover my realm, I will give you this herb."

Ye Qian'an took the herb handed over to him, felt the soul power on it, and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the Ice Emperor in front of him was really a man of his words.

He didn't lie to himself.

"Little brother, what's your name?" "Ye Qian'an."

Ye Qian'an did not hide his name and answered directly.

"Ye Qian'an..." Bingdi murmured in his heart. He had never heard of this name, but he still cast a curious look: "You smell strongly of alcohol, are you a strong man from the Zuishen Sect?"

"Although I have some relationship with the Zuishen Sect, I am not a disciple of the Zuishen Sect."

Ye Qian'an replied softly.

"Oh?" Bingdi raised his eyebrows, showing interest, but did not say anything else. Instead, he put one hand behind his back and said, "Little brother, since you have unlocked the seal in my body, I will naturally agree to owe you a favor."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Ye Qian'an put away the herbs and nodded, "I don't need anything, but if you want to restore your cultivation to the Half-Step Immortal Emperor realm, it will probably take some time, right?"

Bingdi remained silent for a long time before answering: "According to the current situation, it will take another thousand years to recover to the peak state. If an accident occurs during this period, it will probably take even longer."

It's not that he was talking nonsense, but his own ice energy required a large amount of elixirs to maintain. Especially since he had been sealed for nearly ten thousand years, his cultivation had not improved until now, resulting in him only barely recovering a little bit of his realm when he broke through the seal.

It is not easy to return to the realm of Half-Step Immortal Emperor.

Ye Qian'an said at this time: "I have a way to restore you to the Half-Step Immortal Emperor within a hundred years. What do you think, Senior?"

As soon as these words came out, Bingdi immediately teleported in front of Ye Qian'an and frowned slightly: "Are you telling the truth?"

"You have no joke."

Ye Qian'an was not afraid that the other party would kill him, so he stated his attitude directly: "But I hope that you can do me a favor. As long as the time comes, I will personally present the treasure that can restore my cultivation."

Bingdi stared at Ye Qian'an in front of him with a strange expression. When he saw that he didn't seem to be lying to him, he fell into deep thought. If he could really help him recover his realm within a hundred years, that would indeed be the best choice.

It's much better than practicing alone for ten thousand years before barely recovering.

Bingdi narrowed his eyes and stared at Ye Qian'an in front of him, "Little brother, do you have any way to help me recover?"

"Hehe, don't worry, senior. Now that I've said this, I'm sure I can help you recover. But I need you to protect me for thirty years. How about that?"

"Good boy!" Bingdi looked at Ye Qian'an in front of him with a twitching mouth: "You actually want me to protect you for thirty years. If those old guys knew about this, they would probably gossip about you."

Ye Qian'an smiled and said, "Senior, you are joking. I am just protecting myself. After thirty years, my cultivation should be able to break through the Saint realm. Naturally, I will not need your protection anymore. When the time comes, I will naturally offer you the things with both hands."

(End of this chapter)