At that very moment, the mountain collapsed, boulders tumbled down, the sky and earth shook, and a golden light rose from the center of the ruins. Qi Rong looked up and saw a huge cauldron hanging in the center of the golden light. The cauldron was decorated with ancient patterns and carried an innate ancient aura. The dazzling golden light came from those patterns.

Upon seeing this strange phenomenon, the surrounding magical beasts did not flee. Instead, they seemed to be bewitched and rushed into the mountain, probably attracted by the powerful spiritual energy of the Heavenly King Cauldron.

Qi Rong lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew to the front of the cauldron.

Perhaps his power was too terrifying, because the golden light on the Heavenly King Cauldron gradually dimmed. In just a moment, Qi Rong saw its true form.

It was actually an ordinary medicine cauldron with simple patterns and a mediocre shape, but its size and power were extraordinary, making it stand out among other medicine cauldrons.

If its power were concealed and it were reduced to the size of an ordinary medicine cauldron, it would be the kind of thing that wouldn't attract much attention even if it were mixed in with thousands of other medicine cauldrons, and might even be thrown into the river as trash.

If I had to point out an advantage, it would be that it's old enough, a typical old item.

Unable to discern Qi Rong's fair assessment, the Heavenly King Cauldron floated steadily in mid-air.

Qi Rong raised her hand and slowly approached the cauldron, but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. Her hand stopped, and she suddenly vomited blood.

Breaking the barrier this time had already consumed too much of his power, and he had reached his limit by the time he could hold on until now.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. His weak body was no longer able to support him in using his spiritual power. The red light disappeared, and he fell helplessly from mid-air like a falling leaf.

As he approached the ground, a soft golden light supported his body and gently placed him on the ground.

The Heavenly King Cauldron descended with him, landing beside Qi Rong. Its enormous size made Qi Rong appear somewhat petite.

It seemed to realize this as well, and shook its body, its size slowly changing until it stopped when it was the size of a palm.

With four legs, it hopped and jumped to the open ground above Qi Rong's head. Golden light turned into threads and flowed into Qi Rong's brow. Before long, Qi Rong's complexion visibly regained its rosy hue.

The surrounding area was filled with cracked rocks and flying sand, and there were also lurking monsters, making it a truly unpleasant environment.

It hopped around in place, moving forward and backward, as if it had eyes and was analyzing the situation.

After a long while, it settled on a direction, and with a shake of its body, a bright golden light shone, enveloping Qi Rong's entire body and instantly taking a living person into the cauldron. Then it took off and flew away into the distance at such a speed that it was impossible to find.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy vanished without a trace the moment the Heavenly King Cauldron left, leaving the magical beasts looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering why.

Not long after it left, a streak of light flashed by and landed on the ruins.

Yanluo gazed at the ruins and stopped gently waving her wooden fan.

"What does he want the Nine-Bell Heavenly King Cauldron for? Is he injured?"

She gently closed the wooden fan, and there seemed to be something in her eyes.

"roar!"

As a magical beast approached, Yan Luo smiled, a smile so captivating that even the beast stared in disbelief.

Everyone loves beauty, and Warcraft is no exception.

“Go down the mountain, this is not a place for you.”

The monster didn't understand human language; it just stared at Yanluo, its copper bell-like eyes gleaming as if it had spotted a delicious meal.

Yan Luo suddenly opened his fan, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed a strange wind. In an instant, all the magical beasts were blown hundreds of miles away by the strange wind and disappeared without a trace.

...

As noon approached, Mu Dong carried a large bundle of herbs on her way back.

Suddenly something tripped him up. He hugged the herbs tightly and looked down. It was a small cauldron.

He looked around carefully to make sure no one was littering, then bent down and picked up the cauldron.

"Such an ugly thing must have been abandoned by its owner. Luckily, it found me."

He placed the cauldron and herbs together and walked back to his room.

He had just returned when Li Jiang arrived and said to him, "Lunch is ready, let's go to the lobby."

Mu Dong's eyes lit up immediately when he heard there was food. "Coming right away!"

He casually placed the herbs on the table and went to the main hall with Li Jiang.

There were already quite a few people in the lobby. Li Jiang and Mu Dong sat down at a table they had reserved in advance.

Mu Dong looked around, finally returning to Li Jiang, "Why are there only the two of us?"

Li Jiang said calmly, "Liu Yuntai and his cousin went to find herbs, Zhuge Changdeng had to take care of Dean Zhuge, Shen Xun doesn't like large groups of people, and Qi Rong and Qinghe haven't been seen for a long time, so it's just the two of us."

Mu Dong: "Oh."

The meal was unusually quiet. Even Mu Dong, who was usually more talkative than anyone else, became silent and ate quietly.

Time seemed to pass rather slowly.

From midday to the crescent moon, night finally descended after much anticipation.

The thin curtains let in the pure white moonlight.

Qinghe sat at the table without saying a word.

Her eyes blinked occasionally, but her gaze remained fixed on the floor, as if she were lost in thought. However, if there was the slightest noise outside, she would immediately get up and go to check. Only after finding nothing would she return to continue her daze.

The dark room was completely dark, and no one knew how long she had been waiting there.

Mu Dong lives next door. He seems to be packing his things, making a lot of noise, and then he starts talking to himself, I don't know what he's saying.

Qinghe had no intention of scolding her neighbor for disturbing the peace; she simply sat there, motionless.

Until a new day is about to begin.

Zhuge Hongming was awakened by a knock on the door.

His face was dark and very gloomy; even the movement of getting up from the bed was unusually forceful.

As soon as he opened the door, before he could even start cursing, he saw Qi Rong standing outside, holding a medicine cauldron in her hand.

His face was very pale, and his originally lean figure now looked rather frail.

Zhuge Hongming welcomed him in and poured him a cup of hot tea. "I didn't expect you to actually get the Heavenly King Cauldron. I'm becoming more and more interested in your identity and background."

Qi Rong smiled and let it go. Although he was seriously injured, he still retained his handsome appearance.

Zhuge Hongming's attention was entirely focused on the medicine cauldron. He carefully picked it up, his eyes filled with indescribable joy and respect.

After a moment, he said, "With this, refining the Lu Yuan Pill will be twice as effective. Now we just need to gather the herbs to begin."

Qi Rong nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you, senior."

Zhuge Hongming waved his hand.

Someone knocked on the door again.

Zhuge Hongming opened the door, and there was Liu Yuntai.

"Senior, I have gathered all the herbs." He turned his head and saw Qi Rong there, giving her a polite smile.

Zhuge Hongming gestured for him to come in, took the herbs and placed them on the table to the side, carefully selecting them.

"Young Master Qi doesn't look too well," Liu Yuntai said with concern as he walked opposite him.

Qi Rong said calmly, "It's alright."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone burst through the door.

Zhuge Hongming raised an eyebrow at the person who came in. Well, that's great, they don't even need to knock.

Qinghe stood there, staring straight at Qirong. His expression wasn't exactly angry, but it was definitely not friendly either.

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