"Young Master Yan, both of your magical beasts are unharmed."

Not only are they alright, these two magical beasts are the healthiest of all the animals he has ever treated!

"Then why do you have diarrhea?"

Shang Yanting asked.

The veterinarian pondered for a moment, "Young master, did you feed them anything special yesterday?"

Jia Xitong had been feeding them the whole time, and he looked over at her.

Jia Xitong stretched out her paw, making the shape of a pill.

Shang Yanting understood, "Yesterday I fed it a pill specifically for magical beasts."

Based on the condition of the two animals, the veterinarian deduced what kind of pill they had probably taken. "Could it be... Qingxing Pill?"

Qingxing Pill is an extremely precious magical beast elixir.

Monsters can strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives by eating it. The downside is that because they need to expel a large amount of toxins, they will suffer from severe diarrhea.

After guessing what had happened, the doctor was completely distraught.

The Qingxing Pill is extremely rare and precious; few people would spend a fortune to buy it. Even if someone did buy it, it would be used to feed high-level magical beasts at the Martial Master level or above.

However, these two in front of me:

One is the low-level magical beast, the giant stone rhinoceros, used for transporting goods.

The other one is Old Ma, who doesn't even count as Warcraft.

Such perfectly good pills are being wasted like this. I really don't understand rich people like them!

After seeing the veterinarian off, Jia Xitong finally felt relieved.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Money is secondary; the most important thing is not to feed them to death.

She ran to prepare some salt water and fresh hay for the cattle and horses that had been pulling carts all night.

The giant rhinoceros and Little Grey stood up as she approached and nuzzled her with their noses and heads.

Perhaps he knows he's eaten something good, so now he really cherishes it.

"Come with me today."

Shang Yanting interrupted her bonding with the two beasts with his long sword, then picked her up and put her in his arms.

Where are we going?

Jia Xitong asked.

"Rumor has it that a sword saint recently passed by at the foot of the mountain."

The "Saint" in "Sword Saint" here does not refer to cultivation level, but rather to a title of respect.

People who have made great contributions to a particular field are often referred to as "Saints" to show their respect. For example, the Saint of Medicine, the Saint of Tools, and the Saint of Poetry.

Shang Yanting hadn't given up on finding a suitable movement technique. Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to ask for advice.

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Yamashita

The poet saint stayed at a bamboo garden.

Many people heard the news, and by the time Shang Yanting arrived, there were already quite a few visitors standing outside the Bamboo Garden.

The young boy came out of the house and said, "Gentlemen, my Sword Saint is not receiving guests today. Please go back."

"That won't do."

“We traveled a long way here and waited for so long.”

"At least the Sword Saint should come out and take a look. We can't just not see a single person."

Visitors who had been waiting outside for a long time started to make a fuss, and no one wanted to leave.

The child was at a loss.

The noise grew louder until another slightly older boy opened the door and came out. Seeing him appear, the younger boy breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The eldest boy cleared his throat and coughed twice, waiting until everyone's attention was focused on him before speaking.

"Thank you all for coming from afar. The Sword Saint is moved by your sincerity and wishes to meet ten destined people."

After saying that, he pointed to several trays that had just been brought out, which were filled with various small teacups.

"This is the hot tea we have prepared for you. Ten of the cups have red bottoms. If you drink the tea from these cups, you may come with us to see the Sword Saint."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the others swarmed forward, trying to snatch the tea he was holding on his tray.

Tea spilled everywhere in an instant. The cup with the red bottom was snatched away, while the one with the white bottom remained on the tray. By the time Shang Yanting stepped forward, only three cups remained that hadn't been overturned.

Which one should we choose?

Shang Yanting looked at the raccoon in his arms.

"The one on the left, I guess."

Jia Xitong pointed with her paw, and Shang Yanting picked up the teacup and slowly brought it to his lips.

He appeared to have drunk it all in one gulp, but in reality, he poured it all out.

The cup was turned upside down, and the bottom was clearly red.

Hey!

Jia Xitong looked at him with an expression of impending praise.

"Please come in, visitors who have received the red-bottomed teacups."

The boy's voice interrupted Jia Xitong.

Those who didn't get the red-bottomed teacup sighed, while those who did squeezed in. Shang Yanting followed suit.

Bamboo Garden

Even in winter, the surrounding bamboo forest remained lush and green. However, apart from them, there was no other sound, making it seem excessively desolate.

After entering the outer courtyard, there is another gate to the inner courtyard.

The boy leading the way stopped and looked at Shang Yanting and another woman holding a red-eyed rabbit.

"The Sword Saint dislikes furry magical beasts. We would appreciate it if you two could temporarily move your contracted magical beasts to the private room. We will take good care of them."

Shang Yanting was somewhat displeased upon hearing this.

We haven't even met the person yet, but there are already so many rules and regulations. It seems like they're just being deliberately mysterious and pretentious.

He pursed his lips slightly, instantly losing his goodwill towards this sword saint who wielded a left-handed sword.

Jia Xitong tugged at his sleeve.

They had already wasted almost an entire day trying to see this sword saint, and they were just one step away from meeting him. Now that they were here, they were already prepared.

"Host, you go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Jia Xitong spoke directly to him through her sea of ​​consciousness.

The lady next to her also put down her snow rabbit with an unhappy expression.

Shang Yanting and the others followed the eldest boy to the inner courtyard, while she and another rabbit were led by the youngest boy to a small room near the entrance.

Bang--!

The boy put them inside, closed the door, and locked it with a key.

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