My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Hong An and Hong Yuan are not weak in cultivation, they have both reached the sixth rank of soul saints, once they go mad, the consequences are much more serious than ordinary saint masters, not to mention Yuan Zizheng, even he may not be able to save him in time them. He made a decisive decision and went to Shengjia Peak to borrow the soul pill to save their lives, which was actually the most correct decision.

"My lord, are Hong An and Hong Yuan's injuries serious?" Shi Jianhao asked worriedly.

He, An Ziping, and Qiu Yiming took the soul heart pill refined by Gu Fenghua himself, and they were promoted to the realm of soul saints without any accidents, but now they are worried about the safety of the two uncles, and they don't have the slightest expression on their faces happy look.

Xie Huaiyuan didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to hold a Hong'an's veins to check his injury. His expression became more and more dignified, after a while, he let go of his fingers, and grasped Hongyuan's pulse gate again, his expression remained dignified.

After a full quarter of an hour, Xie Huaiyuan finally let go of his fingers.

"My lord elder, are the injuries of the two senior uncles still being healed?" Xie Youran asked impatiently, and the other young disciples also looked at Xie Huaiyuan expectantly.

"Their injuries are too serious. Even if they take the Soul Essence Pill, they can only save their lives temporarily. If I really want to save them, the only way to save them is to lose their holy energy." Xie Huaiyuan said with a long sigh.

"What!!" Everyone around was shocked at the same time. For a holy master, getting rid of the holy energy is tantamount to becoming a useless person from now on. Few people can withstand such a blow, let alone a holy master who has reached the sixth rank of soul saint.

"Is there no other way?" Xie Youran, Shi Jianhao and others all looked relieved.

Although Hong An and Hong Yuan are a generation older than them, they are not much older than them, they are both less than 30 years old, they are uncles and nephews in name, but they get along like brothers in private.

Xie Huaiyuan pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head.

Tears welled up in the eyes of Xie Youran, Shi Jianhao and the others, and several girls even choked up and cried out.

"Actually, this injury is not incurable." Fang Shibo's voice sounded from the door.

Accompanied by Fang Tianyou and Gao Yangbo, Fang Shibo strode in with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Shi Jianhao said unceremoniously to Shibo because of the grief of the two senior uncles.

"We are all in the same lineage of the Xinghua Temple, and Hongan Hongyuan is also my nephew. He went crazy and suffered such serious injuries. Can I take care of it?" Although Shi Jianhao's words were obviously disrespectful to the hall master, but Fang Shibo was in a good mood at this time, but he didn't bother with him, and still said with a smile.

"Hmph, it's not true that Lord Palace Master is concerned, but gloating is probably true." Shi Jianhao said with a cold snort.

Fang Shibo and Misty Cloud Valley are in conflict. This is no secret in Xinghua Temple. Will he care about the life and death of Hongan Hongyuan? A cat crying and a mouse pretending to be merciful is more or less the same. Obviously the comer is not good.

"Jianhao, don't be rude to the Lord Palace Master." Xie Huaiyuan reprimanded in a low voice. Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, hostility is hostility, after all, Misty Cloud Valley is still the line of Xinghua Temple, at least on the surface, it should still maintain due respect for the master of the temple.

"My lord, Hong'an Hongyuan went mad and was seriously injured. Everyone in Misty Cloud Valley is very anxious. It's inconvenient to see guests. If you have anything to do, please tell me." After reprimanding Shi Jianhao, Xie Huaiyuan said to Fang Shibo.