The dragon flame of Hantao must be a rare spiritual flame.
Having confirmed that the pills he had refined were indeed Yangpo Pills, he stopped worrying about it and specially took out two pills and put them into a bottle, while putting the other seven into another bottle.
After doing all this, he looked at the dragon flame under the alchemy furnace and his mind stirred. A wisp of chaotic energy overflowed and turned into a ribbon-like shape as it rolled away.
In less than two breaths, dragon flame appeared in his palm.
The intense heat rushed towards him, and the flames licked his palms without causing any pain; they were exceptionally gentle.
Fu Mingxu grew increasingly fond of the dragon flame, and with a slight change of heart, he decided to use it entirely as his own internal fire.
The chaotic energy instantly enveloped the entire dragon flame. The imagined scene of the dragon flame exploding did not appear. Instead, it flickered and slowly shrank, gently swaying in his palm as if it were being coquettish.
Everything went smoothly. Fu Mingxu tucked his hand in, and the wisp of dragon flame was obediently taken back to his dantian by the chaotic energy, where it also formed a mental connection with him.
With just a thought, it reappears in your palm.
He played with it for a while and was very satisfied with his alchemical fire.
The Dan Fire can also devour other spiritual fires to advance its level. There are so many spiritual fires on the shelf, it's better to eat one or two.
Having never before possessed something so completely his own, Fu Mingxu treated this wisp of dragon flame like a child, wanting only to feed it well and make it grow up quickly.
Of course, these spirit fires still belong to the city lord's mansion, and he still needs to obtain permission first.
After so many days, the scene from back then didn't leave such a deep impression on him unless he deliberately thought about it.
So, carrying two bottles of pills, he skillfully left the folded space and found the real Han Tao.
After handing him the bottle containing the seven pills, Fu Mingxu explained his purpose and prepared to go out to find Shen Ange.
There is a generally accepted rate of failure in alchemy, and since he kept two pills, no one could say anything else.
"You said you put the Dragon Flame into your dantian?" Han Zhengzhi was shocked and subconsciously looked at his city lord.
Fu Mingxu nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Alchemists keep their alchemical fire warmed in their dantian. The better it is warmed, the greater the assistance it provides during alchemy."
He explained carefully, misunderstanding that he was worried there was something wrong with the dragon flame: "Don't worry, this is a trace of the city lord's dragon flame, it's very docile."
Han Tao is really generous. If he had been even slightly unwilling, the dragon flame certainly wouldn't have been so obediently refined and subdued.
He was very happy with the reward.
"Cough..." Han Tao covered his mouth with his hand, his face tense and slightly hot, and he gripped the jade bottle tighter.
A light cough interrupted their conversation. Fu Mingxu gave him a strange look, but didn't think too much about it. He instructed, "I took two of these Yang Soul Pills. Take one of the remaining seven every day. Remember to regulate your breathing to absorb them. In less than seven days, the ruptured wound on the Dragon Soul should be almost completely healed."
The moment the Dragon Soul was mentioned, Han Zhengzhi's attention was drawn to it. However, his eyes kept glancing back and forth between him and Han Tao. Although he tried to be very discreet, his own city lord still noticed.
He only calmed down after receiving a sharp look from the eyes.
"Thank you." Han Tao felt his ears getting hot. He stared at the jade bottle in his eyes for a while and said, "I will start taking it today."
Once his cultivation is restored, he won't need to work so hard for you.
Fu Mingxu waved his hand dismissively: "I have also received payment, Lord City, there is no need to be so polite."
Han Tao's gaze was too oppressive, as if something was developing recklessly without his knowledge, and this feeling of being out of control made him panic.
"Then the city lord should take it first." He composed himself, his eyes clear as he looked at him. "I still need to go to the shop from last time."
Han Tao guessed who he was going to see. Although he was a little unhappy, he could not refuse and only arranged for Han Zhengzhi to accompany and protect him.
If he wasn't mistaken, the remaining two Yang Soul Pills were for Shen Ange. Last time, he saw that Shen Ange showed signs of breaking through to the Golden Core stage of the human race, and with the help of the Yang Soul Pills, she could achieve twice the result with half the effort.
He's so good to Shen Ange.
Just as Fu Mingxu was about to refuse, Han Zhengzhi seized the opportunity and said with a smile, "Don't be so polite. The city lord is just worried that some fool might waste your time."
"Besides, considering what you did for the city lord, this is just a trivial matter."
"I won't go in with you; I'll just wait for you outside."
Having said that, Fu Mingxu felt it would be pretentious to refuse again, so he smiled and said, "Okay, thank you very much."
Han Tao's gaze lingered on the curve of his lips, and the image of that night's rosy cheeks floated into her mind, intoxicating and unforgettable.
But he could also sense that Fu Mingxu was always polite and kept his distance when facing him. If it weren't for the accident involving the Phoenix Blood last time, the two of them would never have been so intimate.
He deliberately refrained from contacting him these past few days, after all, given what happened, Fu Mingxu himself must have found it difficult to face.
But looking at him today, it's clear that besides sending the Yangpo Pill as if it were just going through the motions, he was actually thinking about Shen Ange, and even smiled at Han Zhengzhi more often than he did at himself.
As for his gaze, it didn't even linger on me.
It was as if he had completely forgotten everything from that night.
Han Tao felt a sudden pang of bitterness and sorrow in his heart.
A note from the author:
Hantao: I'm so jealous. Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 2022-03-14 00:00:00 and 2022-03-15 00:00:00!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 22
It wasn't until Fu Mingxu left the city lord's mansion and remembered that the Qing Shen Dan (a type of health-enhancing pill) that was supposed to be given to him was still in his hand that Han Tao realized what had happened.
He stood there with his eyes lowered, his golden pupils swirling with dark undercurrents. When the priest arrived, he was startled by the oppressive aura emanating from him.
"Lord, what's wrong?" the priest asked with concern.
Han Tao glanced at him coldly and said only, "It's nothing."
Then, he turned around and went back into the folded space.
The priest stood there dumbfounded for a long time, looking at the spot where he had disappeared and muttering, "Why does the city lord look so resentful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shuddered and retorted, "How could the city lord have any resentment on his face? I must have seen wrong!"
The city lord is a dragon who, even when severely injured, never utters a sound in order to resist the demons.
After leaving the city lord's mansion, Fu Mingxu went straight to find Shen Ange.
As he walked along the main street, he remembered the two brothers from the Rainbow Feather Clan whom he had met before, and couldn't help but recall that night.
However, he was puzzled to find that most of the memories of that night had faded.
The intense shame I felt upon waking has now turned into guilt for taking advantage of Han Tao.
Fu Mingxu rubbed his temples, feeling something was wrong; his memory shouldn't be this bad.
He clearly remembered everything that happened before his rebirth, so why were the details of what happened a few days ago so faint?
Could it be that this is a choice to fade away due to excessive embarrassment? Or is it a side effect of overusing one's spiritual sense in alchemy?
Fu Mingxu was a little confused, but couldn't think of a better explanation.
Seeing his furrowed brows, Han Zhengzhi glanced at him and asked, "Master Fu, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." He shook his head, and the two quickly arrived in front of Shen Ange's shop, putting the matter out of their minds.
The shop assistant's eyes lit up when he saw him from afar, and he quickly put down what he was carrying to go find his shop owner.
As soon as Fu Mingxu stepped inside, Shen Ange fluttered from the back room to the counter like a butterfly, greeting him with a smile: "Fu Mingxu, why are you so late!"
She had been waiting for the Yangpo Pill for many days. If it weren't for Uncle Chang holding things together, the Shen family would have sent people to arrest her long ago.
Fu Mingxu hadn't expected her to be in such a hurry for the Yangpo Pill, and explained, "Something came up and delayed me a bit."
The shadows of the trees swayed, and Han Zhengzhi stood under the big tree, waiting for him without moving.
"These are two Yang Soul Pills." Fu Mingxi handed her the prepared jade bottle. "You're quite lucky; both of these pills are top-grade."
The jade bottle was opened, and the fragrant aroma of medicinal pills was refreshing. Shen Ange immediately saw two round pills lying at the bottom of the bottle, their intricate patterns captivating.
After only two breaths, she felt her cultivation level begin to loosen slightly.
"It's a seventh-grade pill, but unfortunately, the materials are limited, and they were also provided by the City Lord's Mansion. I can only give you two." Fu Mingxu was somewhat melancholy, feeling that the City Lord's Mansion could freely use spiritual plants to refine pills was simply too good.
"You can refine seventh-grade pills?" Shen Ange almost screamed, then quickly covered her mouth.
Han Zhengzhi heard the sound and looked over. Seeing Fu Mingxu shake his head to indicate that nothing was wrong, he stood at attention, looking every bit the competent guard.
Fu Mingxu nodded, as if he wasn't the one who refined the seventh-grade pill.
Even though she knew he might be able to refine pills, Shen Ange really didn't expect him to be able to improve the quality of pills. Moreover, sixth-grade pills are rare, and seventh-grade pills are even more difficult to obtain.
You're saying that a handsome young man who's really good at alchemy is just a mortal who can't cultivate spiritual energy?
"Didn't you used to be able to refine to the sixth rank at most?" Shen Ange was surprised by his progress in such a short time.
Fu Mingxu smiled and shrugged: "Perhaps it's because the City Lord's Mansion has good feng shui?"
Shen Ange was taken aback, but didn't press the matter. They exchanged a knowing smile. After being momentarily stunned by the sight of his stunning beauty, she jokingly said, "Since the feng shui is so good, it must be able to keep such a beauty like you."
Fu Mingxu was used to her various ways of addressing him. Facing his friend, he honestly shook his head: "Once the city lord's injuries have healed, I can retire gracefully."
"You're leaving?" Shen Ange even forgot to put away the Yangpo Pill. She glanced at Han Zhengzhi, who was waiting not far away, and lowered her voice, "Are you serious? Does the city lord know?"
My God! If Han Tao knew that his "little darling" had gone to great lengths to refine pills and make medicine to heal him just so he could leave the city lord's mansion, wouldn't that dragon go crazy?
After all, that's the person he always secretly followed behind to protect, preferring to be seen as a "pervert" rather than dare to show himself for fear of scaring them. Having finally managed to "bring good luck" into the city lord's mansion through a series of unexpected events, Han Tao is probably secretly overjoyed.
Alright, now his "little darling wife" is about to run away.
Fu Mingxu thought her reaction was a bit too much and asked in bewilderment, "Why are you reacting so strongly?"
It's as if he cheated the city lord's mansion out of its things and is now going to abandon Hantao and run away.
"Why do you want to leave?" Shen Ange asked, puzzled. "Given the current situation in the Cangling Continent, it's safest for you to stay in the City Lord's Mansion."
Knowing that she was referring to the best option, Fu Mingxu disagreed. Before his rebirth, he could leave the Fu family and the city even though he couldn't cultivate. After his rebirth, he voluntarily entered the city lord's mansion for some reason, with the aim of curing Han Tao. This would both repay her for her help and complete the task assigned by Immortal Lord Siyang.
“He’s better now, so naturally I’m leaving,” Fu Mingxu said firmly. “I have no reason to stay.”
"Of course you do," Shen Ange thought, but when she saw those eyes that weren't clear and bright, she couldn't say anything.
Shen Ange asked, "Does the city lord know?"
Fu Mingxu paused for a moment, then shook his head: "It will take a few more days to refine the Yang Soul Pill. I'll talk about it after his injuries have healed."
He had actually intended to say those words, but upon meeting those golden eyes, he subconsciously swallowed them back.