What does it mean to lose power if you lose your pure origin?

His clothes had clearly turned dark blue, a symbol of the restoration of spiritual energy. Where had he lost his original essence?

Zhao Xi felt her palms grow cold. She rushed to Pang Zhiyuan's side, grabbed his shoulder, and demanded, "Explain yourself!"

Pang Zhiyuan rose gracefully, about to say something, when she opened her mouth and smelled the scent that had rubbed against her shoulder, and then lowered her head and vomited violently.

"You, you mortal... so vulgar! Ugh!"

Oh.

It was clearly his own fault.

Next to the room were buckets and troughs; a few steps on the pedals would activate the bucket mechanism. Spring water gushed from the pipes, convenient for pet owners to wash their pets' towels and clothes. Zhao Xi wanted to take out a soapberry, but as she rubbed her hands in the trough, her heart heavy.

Why didn't Lin Che tell her about this? Was it because he didn't want her to worry, or did he feel there was no need to say it?

After washing the scent off her hands, she turned around and saw that Pang Zhiyuan had changed into an even more flamboyant pink gauze dress, standing behind her like a flower, fanning herself, coughing lightly, and continuing to answer her questions.

"You're just a mortal, you probably don't know that water elemental energy also comes in different forms, right?"

"..."

Zhao Xi rolled her eyes at him.

She could sense that the Starfield, the Firelight Beast, and the fire on the stove were all different, so the water elemental energy must also be different.

"Rivers, lakes, seas, rainwater, small ponds, water spirits—each water source possesses a unique spiritual energy. The Water God's essence is supreme, capable of merging with any water source. The demons corrupt his essence, gradually restricting his power. He will transform from a god who controls the water vapor of heaven and earth into a sea god, a river god, or even be confined to a small water tank, becoming a pampered little fish."

As Pang Zhiyuan spoke, a wistful smile spread across his face. He opened his fan, obscuring his face, and his unvarnished, greasy voice came from beneath it, "You're just a mortal, you'll be dead in a hundred years~ I'm going to start clinging to him now, and I'll take care of him from now on~"

Are you sick?

Zhao Xi wanted to look at him quietly: "Are you a demon?"

"I will never join the filthy and lowly demon race, I am a carefree immortal~" Pang Zhiyuan waved his fan and proudly tossed his long hair.

"...What did the doctor say?"

What is a doctor?

Zhao Xi tried to smile: "It's like a doctor who lifts up your skull to see what's wrong with your brain, only to find that you've eaten every last bit of your brain in a hot pot~"

Pang Zhiyuan finally understood the sarcasm Zhao Xi was trying to convey, and angrily closed his fan: "Ha, I really don't know what kind of bewitching magic you, a lowly mortal, used to make the Water God submit to this wretched place. If it weren't for the Water God's sake, I would have already..."

Before he finished speaking, two little fairy children appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Zhao Xixiang to protect her.

Several baby birds noticed that the zookeeper was in danger, so they circled in the sky and dropped bird droppings.

The yellowish-green bird droppings fell like bullets around Pang Zhiyuan.

He let out a strange cry, waved his fan, and lightly tapped his toes.

It flew down the mountain like a feather and fled in panic.

"It's alright now."

Zhao Xi wanted to thank the little fairy and the babies, so she washed her hands in the sink and cleaned up the bird droppings that had gotten on the swing set.

He was working while lost in thought.

Lin Che may have been struggling with that demonic energy all along, but she enlightened him and made him feel relieved, which is why he chose to coexist with the demonic energy.

But the black shimmer on his face was gone, and the demonic purple in his eyes was gone too; there was no sign that he had been corrupted.

Perhaps he wasn't actually corrupted, but was deliberately lowering the enemy's guard.

Don't worry too much, he's on a business trip right now. You can ask him when he gets back.

Moreover, judging from Pang Zhiyuan's words, this event will not happen for many years.

To calm herself down, Zhao Xi declined the caterpillars the baby birds had brought as a token of gratitude and returned to the treehouse.

Pang Zhiyuan's boastful voice came from behind the door: "Hehehe~ I knew it~ This prescription was found in the Immortal Realm's Monster Protection Alliance, it must be something extremely good for little demons~"

"What the immortal says is absolutely right!"

"The medicinal herbs added to this prescription have equal spiritual energy, complementing each other, so the effect must be very good."

The demon cultivators were actually flattering and echoing him.

"What is that?!" Zhao Xi frowned, bursting through the door and staring at Pang Zhiyuan. She rolled up her sleeves. "Why are you still here? Haven't you been covered in bird droppings yet?"

Pang Zhiyuan scoffed, raised his head, and said arrogantly, "Don't be so fierce, I've found a prescription for your little mice!"

On the table was a large prescription, which detailed the methods of preparing herbs, and included drawings of the utensils for boiling the medicine, the amount of herbs to be added, and the boiling time.

There are even rules about which spiritual plants to choose and what kind of monsters might be nearby.

Everything is written in a very clear and easy-to-understand way.

Haiye bowed and said, "Headmaster, Immortal Pang heard that we were troubled by the matter of the Firelight Beast forming its core, and bestowed this prescription upon us."

The demon cultivator interjected, "This recipe is excellent; the preparation method is ingenious."

The demons seconded the motion.

Zhao Xi wanted to look at the two little fairy children standing in the corner.

They all nodded.

Feng Xiaoxian Tong: "Reporting to the Headmaster, this method strengthens the foundation and cultivates the primordial spirit, especially beneficial to weak demon beasts with fire spirit roots. The Spirit Snow Rabbit was praised as a divine medicine a thousand years ago, but it is now extremely rare and has been on the verge of extinction in the last hundred years. No one has ever used it as a formula."

Pang Zhiyuan: "When I traveled to the celestial realm, I saw a plateau where few immortals lived, and I saw the Spirit Snow Rabbit."

Feng Xiaoxian bowed respectfully: "Immortal, you may not know this, but the spiritual energy in the lower realm is extremely low..."

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