Wuming and Fuhua locked eyes, everything unspoken. If they could exchange heartfelt confessions and pledge their lives to each other, the plot would be perfect.

"Are you hungry? I've prepared a medicinal meal to help you recover."

"Thank you for your trouble, A-Ming." A bright smile appeared on Fu Hua's pale and beautiful face, and Wu Ming's heart melted instantly.

Then he turned around and eagerly went to get the food box, opening it like a precious treasure. Sure enough, Fu Hua's smile became even brighter. Ah Ming really put his heart into it.

Heh, it's clear that Ye Xiruo didn't quite know her master's recent tastes, so she instructed Zhang Quan to make several different flavors, hoping one would suit her master. She never imagined that this would benefit that scoundrel Wuming.

Although Fu Hua's poison was cured, her body was almost completely depleted. These medicinal dishes were all nourishing and restorative. Fu Hua casually tasted a bite of the medicinal dish and was immediately amazed. The taste, the spiritual energy contained in it, and the feeling of that spiritual energy slowly spreading to her limbs and bones were simply wonderful.

"Try it." He scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Wuming's lips. With Wuming's skill, he naturally wouldn't care about the meager spiritual energy in the medicinal food, but the extremely gentle spiritual energy in the medicinal food was indeed of great benefit to the body being transformed.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and came up with such a good idea.

Jingli: Hehe, say it again if you dare.

Ye Xiruo: Be careful, or I'll poison you and send you to heaven in a minute. "That's right, she's that ruthless and cruel. My heart is about to be shattered into pieces, okay? I carefully prepared this for my master, but it's all gone to waste and made a wedding dress for you. Can't we just have some fun now?"

"Try something else." Fu Hua ate two or three bites of each medicinal dish, and eventually got full. She shook her head to indicate that she had had enough.

Wuming automatically finished the rest of the medicinal food, then shamelessly presented two bottles of top-grade spiritual wine to Fuhua like a precious treasure.

Sure enough, Fu Hua opened the bottle and took a sniff. He couldn't hide the smile on his face. Could this be the legendary top-grade spiritual wine? The crystal clear color, the pure spiritual energy, and the intoxicating aroma.

Fu Hua himself loved wine, especially high-quality spirit wine, but after he came of age, he could no longer drink any kind of wine. This was heartbreaking and devastating!

Now that his poison has been neutralized, does this mean he can start drinking spirit wine? These two bottles of top-grade spirit wine were like a godsend, instantly bringing life back to Fu Hua's pale face.

However, the next second his face turned completely black.

"Ah Ming, give me a sip, just one sip."

"No, your body has just been detoxified and is still very weak. Spirit wine is such a strong thing, you should wait a while!" He said firmly.

Fu Hua felt like strangling Wu Ming. Did you deliberately bring out this top-grade spirit wine just to make me envious, to stir up my love for wine and memories, and then mercilessly pour cold water on it? I never expected you to be like this, A Ming. I'm so tired of you.

Fu Hua immediately revealed a blank stare and a look of utter despair, as if he were a salted fish.

But Wuming remained resolute: "Once you've recovered, I'll give you ten bottles." (He had a determined look on his face.)

Fu Hua is still a lazy bum, but this pie in the sky looks so big and tempting!

Two days later, Jing Li, now fully recovered, reappeared before the mysterious demon clan. He had just treated Fu Hua again, and the recovery was going quite well. Fu Hua's poison had now been cured, and Jing Li could finally achieve his goal.

"I should go back now."

Wuming's feelings were complicated. Before finding Jingli, his only wish was for Fuhua to live and stop suffering so much. But now that Fuhua's poison had been cured, he wanted more. He hoped that Fuhua's body and talent could be restored so that he could embark on the path of cultivation and stay by his side forever.

"Is there really no other way? I'm willing to exchange three King-level pills for it."

Jing Li chuckled: "So demons are just as greedy as humans? You know his physical condition better than I do. His internal organs have been completely corroded by the toxins. Although the poison has been neutralized, his body is still weaker than an ordinary person's. He has to consume a large number of pills every year just to keep his life force from dissipating. Unless he has a heaven-defying opportunity to reshape his body and bones, or until my disciple refines a divine-level pill, perhaps he might recover and even become a peerless master."

Although he was mentally prepared, Wuming was still severely shocked. A mortal's lifespan is only a short hundred years; in the time it takes for him to retreat into seclusion, Fuhua will be reduced to a pile of bones. Even in the next reincarnation, he won't remember who he is!

Jing Li disagreed: "With a hundred years, my disciple should be able to become a divine master. I just don't know what price you will have to pay then."

The small flame that was about to be extinguished in Wuming's heart instantly blazed up again. If what Jingli said was true, Fuhua still had hope, and he shouldn't give up so soon.

"What does your apprentice like?" To please someone, you must cater to their preferences; otherwise, it's a waste of effort.

"My eldest disciple likes to eat and cherish spiritual herbs, preferably those of grade ten or higher. My youngest disciple prefers spirit stones and rare spiritual fruit trees and spiritual wood."

In Jingli's mind, Zishu also had the opportunity to become a divine master; it all depended on fate.

"I understand, thank you." This was a heartfelt expression of gratitude.

"Whenever you need those three King-level pills, you can contact me. Goodbye."

"Lord, please wait!" Wuming cried out anxiously.

Jing Li turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Wuming rubbed his fingers together: "I'm leaving soon, shouldn't you give me a send-off?"

Jing Li sneered, "Heh, I'm already being lenient by not sending the people of the Punishment Hall to humanely destroy you. You're dreaming if you think you can just send me off!"

How do you want me to see them off?

"Could you prepare some of that medicinal cuisine and spirit wine for me? I'll buy them with spirit stones."

"Spirit wine? What spirit wine?" Jing Li seemed to suddenly realize that something was wrong with the game.

Wuming pulled out a wine bottle. Jingli took it and smelled it, and her expression changed. This was actually a top-grade spiritual wine. Where did it come from?

Jing Li looked at Wuming with rather unfriendly eyes: "Where did you come from?" But her tone was still normal.

"It was delivered along with the medicinal cuisine that day. Speaking of which, I haven't properly thanked you yet. The medicinal cuisine tastes very good and is also very beneficial to Fu Hua's health."

So this has nothing to do with him. It was all Xiao Yezi's own doing. She misunderstood him and ended up benefiting Wuming.

Jing Li suddenly felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest: "This wine is limited edition. This year's supply has already been sold out. There's none left."

"You'll definitely find a way. I already promised Fu Hua that he could drink to his heart's content." Wuming expressed his grievance.