"Let's go, let's go buy some Cold Cloud Jade first." Le Chao patted his colorful clothes lightly, his face handsome and refined, and you couldn't tell what he had done.
...
Inside the storeroom, only when he realized that the priest still treated him as a mortal did he realize that the other party really couldn't tell that he had already developed cultivation.
However, he didn't dwell on the issue for long, as he was overwhelmed by the sights as the various compartments in the warehouse opened one by one.
The variety of spiritual plants is astounding; no wonder Han Zhengzhi easily produced the Frost Sprout and the Spirit Crane Branch.
Looking at the spiritual plants inside, which were far more precious than the two items and were casually placed on the shelves, he was once again certain that the dragons truly knew nothing about these things.
"What's so interesting about these?" The priest saw that his eyes were glued to the spiritual plants and tried to persuade him, "They're just rare flowers and grasses, how can they compare to the beauty of spirit stones?"
"I'll take you to see the spirit stones in the storeroom."
The priest's hurried manner aroused his curiosity. He glanced at the spiritual plants and roughly counted the usable ones before being dragged to the last storeroom.
Soon, as the warehouse door was opened, a mountain of spirit stones poured out, scattering the glittering stones outside the door.
Fu Mingxu remained silent as he watched the scene unfold.
The priest carefully picked up a spirit stone, wiped it clean, and presented it to him: "The finest spirit stones are still the most beautiful."
Yes, there are countless top-grade spirit stones, some of which are familiar to many but unseen, piled up like mountains in the city lord's mansion's warehouse.
Filled with glitter, Fu Mingxu felt his eyes were a little sore from the bright light.
"I only want those spiritual plants," he raised his voice, reminding the priest, who was absorbed in the spirit stone mountain, "Can you give them to me?"
The priest reluctantly looked away from the spirit stone mountain, rummaged through his white robes, and pulled out a white storage bag, saying, "This storage bag can be opened by dripping blood to bind it to its owner."
Fu Mingxu took it, bit his fingertip to draw blood, and turned to prepare to put the spiritual plant in.
"Wait a minute." The priest snatched his storage bag and ran to the spirit plant storehouse in one breath, not forgetting to turn around and remind him to follow, "I'll help you pack it."
When Fu Mingxu arrived at the spirit plant warehouse, he saw him packing all the spirit plants into his storage bag with lightning speed.
Before he could even react, the storage bag had already been stuffed into his hand.
"You don't need to wait for me." The priest returned to Spirit Stone Mountain in the blink of an eye. "I'll leave after I finish counting these spirit stones."
Fu Mingxu looked at the spirit stone mountain, which was taller than two people, and fell silent again.
He simply picked up the storage bag and left the warehouse, walking back the way he came.
After returning to the corridor, they encountered many dragons. When they saw Fu Mingxu, they were all stunned, and after realizing who he was, they stood there awkwardly.
Fu Mingxu merely nodded politely to them, his gaze lingering for a moment on the head of a dragon with horns protruding, before quickly suppressing his curiosity and continuing on his way.
After he left, the stunned crowd snapped out of their daze, exchanged bewildered glances, and couldn't help but speak up one after another:
"This is the city lord's wife? She's so beautiful!"
"It must be. I can smell the strong aura of the city lord on him, as if it's seeped into his very flesh and blood."
"I heard he's just a mortal? Can a mortal be this good-looking?"
"Wait, deep into flesh and blood? Could it be that he and the city lord have already..."
"With such a beautiful lady, how could the city lord resist?"
I don't believe it.
".."
Soon, their conversation shifted from how a mortal could possess such an appearance to how a mortal had reached a harmonious agreement with the city lord.
After a long discussion, they all expressed that although they did not understand, they were deeply shocked.
The city lord is mighty, and his wife is no ordinary woman either!
A note from the author:
Fu Mingxu: His reputation was damaged.
Chapter 18
Fu Mingxu carried the storage bag and continued walking back. Although he felt that the expressions of the dragons were a bit strange, he was in a hurry to get back and didn't take these little episodes to heart at all.
Han Zhengzhi has not yet returned, and the dragon's body in the folded space lake remains as quiet as ever, in a deep slumber.
The trickle of dragon blood seeping from beneath the dragon scales had stopped, and the medicinal soup was gradually being absorbed by the dragon's body. The light brown color that had appeared earlier had almost disappeared, leaving only a faint light red.
Even though it wasn't the first time he had clearly seen Han Tao's dragon form, Fu Mingxu was still shocked. In particular, he kept recalling the image of the dragon soaring through the sky.
"You must not fall into demonic possession." He squatted by the lake, his gaze sweeping over the dragon's tail inch by inch, his azure pupils flickering. "I don't want to disappoint Immortal Lord Siyang's good intentions."
By the way, it seems that Immortal Lord Siyang is from the Tianyan Sect. I wonder if I will ever meet him again.
Fu Yangxu didn't meet many good people, but Si Yang Xianjun was definitely one of them.
His thoughts wandered, and it wasn't until his calves went numb that Fu Yangxu finally braced himself for his back and prepared to get up.
Before getting up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he reached out and flicked the dragon scales with two fingers.
"Tsk, so hard." Feeling the tingling sensation in his fingertips, Fu Mingxu got up sullenly. "Get back to work."
He found a lot of frost buds and crane branches, which he estimated could be used to make a lot of medicinal soup.
Once Han Zhengzhi brings the other medicinal herbs, we can refine the remaining Orchid Soul Flowers into Yang Soul Pills to treat the injury caused by the rupture of Han Tao Dragon Soul.
While estimating the remaining spiritual plants in the white storage bag, Fu Mingxu calculated what kind of pills could be refined from them.
He had glanced at it earlier and saw that the priest had also thrown in a bunch of seedlings of rare spiritual plants. It seemed the person who brought the seedlings hadn't expected the dragons to be so uninterested in spiritual plants; these seedlings weren't properly planted.
Yes, there is a piece of good soil in the Green Bamboo Courtyard. If a four-season formation is set up, it would be a good place to plant spiritual plant seedlings.
Come to think of it, due to previous limitations, I had never personally planted or cultivated any spiritual plants.
How can a good alchemist be without this skill?
Fu Mingxu rubbed the ends of his hair with his fingers, thinking that it wouldn't be difficult for him to do it.
He pushed open the door, quickly prepared the medicinal herbs, skillfully opened the alchemy furnace, placed the dragon flame inside, and began to brew the medicinal soup.
Amidst the rising winds and surging clouds, on the highest peak of the Cangling Continent, where clouds rolled and mountains stretched endlessly, someone opened their eyes on the towering Star-Picking Platform.
His long, white sleeves fluttered in the wind as he stood up, the stars above his head flashing for a fleeting moment.
"Immortal Lord." The disciple of the Heavenly Evolution Sect bowed his forehead to the ground and looked up with a respectful expression.
With the Heavenly Ladder severed and spiritual energy gradually waning, cultivators on the Cangling Continent have no chance of ascending to immortality.
The one who lived the longest among them was the ancestor of the Tianyan Sect, Immortal Lord Siyang.
When Immortal Lord Siyang was cultivating, the world was unaware that the Heavenly Ladder had been severed. At that time, there were countless geniuses, and Siyang was one of the best among them.
Therefore, he entered the Forgetfulness Stage earlier than others, awaiting ascension.
He faced a heavenly tribulation in the late stage of the Forgotten Void realm, but after the tribulation, there was no further movement. Only Si Yang, who was half-dead from being struck by lightning, lay on the ground covered in scorched earth. His disciple, Tu Shen, rushed over and took him back to recuperate.
Si Yang's failure to ascend after his tribulation was ridiculed by his peers for a full century. When Si Yang woke up, he hesitated to speak, but in the end, he looked at them with a cold smile and stayed at the Star-Picking Platform from then on.
A century later, more people ascended to heaven, but all of them eventually died and their spiritual essence dissipated.
Si Yang became the only one who survived.
The powerful figures then realized something was wrong and begged to go up to the Star-Picking Platform to use half of their cultivation to peer into the secrets of heaven. They discovered that the Heavenly Ladder was broken and they could not ascend.
Some people couldn't accept it and went berserk on the spot, only to be killed by the others working together.
The news spread throughout the Cangling Continent. Some remained silent and went into seclusion, waiting for their chance, while others, unwilling to accept their fate, turned to evil and crooked paths. Since the rise of the demonic path, life has been in turmoil.
Si Yang, who was closest to the immortals, was eventually called "Immortal Lord".
In fact, the inability to ascend has no impact on low- to mid-level cultivators, but it is especially true for mortals who cannot cultivate.
However, upon learning that ascension was impossible, the once thriving cultivation world suffered a period of decline. By the time it recovered, the demon race had already invaded, and a war between immortals and demons was imminent.
Si Yang's expression remained calm, but his thoughts drifted far away. He had been deducing the secrets of heaven for years, and his seemingly hopeless situation had finally begun to change today.
"I'm going down the mountain." He glanced down at the fairy attendant, his double pupils merging into one. "Don't come with me."
The immortal servant immediately wore a bitter expression: "But Sect Master..."
Si Yang was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, and his expression changed for a moment: "Tell him that I have karma to deal with, and tell him not to look for me."
Who would have thought that the little rascal we picked up back then would become the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect and always keep an eye on him!
The once-powerful Tianyan Sect was now under the control of a sword cultivator, the God of Slaughter.
Si Yang thought that if he hadn't lost half of his cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to control a mere brat's recklessness.
The fairy servant's face fell even more: "But..."
Before he could finish speaking, Si Yang impatiently waved his hand and disappeared from the spot.
The celestial attendant, who had just overheard him inadvertently reveal his true feelings, rushed down from the Star-Picking Platform as if facing a formidable enemy, shouting, "Sect Master! It's terrible! The Celestial Lord has escaped!"
Immortal Lord, the Sect Master is no longer some greenhorn!
What other cause and effect? He was certain that once the sect leader found out, another towering mountain would be gone.
"Achoo..." In the warm and dry alchemy room, Fu Mingxu sneezed loudly.
However, he didn't pay attention and continued to boil the last batch of medicinal soup, his eyelids already starting to droop.
He hadn't slept for two days and two nights in order to brew the medicinal soup, and he had even finished all the fasting pills he had.
"My life is saved, and there's still time for the Yangpo Pill," Fu Mingxu murmured. After a while, he got up and carried a bucket of medicinal soup out.
The Yangpo Pill is still missing a Wuji Buddha Branch as an auxiliary ingredient. Han Zhengzhi has already gone to Kuchan Temple to exchange for it and is expected to return tomorrow.
He walked with uneven steps, but fortunately, he didn't spill the medicine.
Finally reaching the lakeside, Fu Mingxu couldn't help but yawn, gazing sleepily at the dragon's body under the moonlight before pouring in the remaining medicinal soup.
This is the last bucket of medicinal soup. The lake water has turned dark brown, and the air is filled with a bitter and strange medicinal smell.
"Mission accomplished." Fu Mingxu clapped his hands, stretched lazily in the moonlight, and said, "Go back to sleep..."
It was the first time he had gone so long without rest that his legs felt weak and he even slipped.
Seeing that he was about to fall hard, Fu Mingxu tried his best to straighten up, but before he could even feel happy, he leaned forward again and fell directly into the lake.