Is she afraid that she will poison him to death?
Jia Xitong tied the small, tattered bundle back up for him, and then took out some water from the food talisman she had been using to store food.
Are you thirsty?
She wanted to feed him some water.
But the water couldn't get into his mouth at all; it all flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
I can't drink it.
Jia Xitong wiped him with a small handkerchief, then turned her back and went off to do something else.
Upon seeing this, Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, could only sneer inwardly.
To put on an act.
Just when he thought she was going to do something else, he saw her take out a bottle about the size of a thumb and bring it to his lips again.
They're just disgusting people.
He wouldn't eat even a tiny bit of her food!
Until the essence was placed to the lips.
The pure fragrance wafted into his nostrils from the bottle opening.
The aroma made him pause for a moment, then a small amount of liquid entered his mouth. It melted instantly upon entering his mouth, the sweetness of the mountain spring and the rich spiritual energy entering his body, repairing his broken and exhausted form.
This comfortable feeling made Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, hesitate between continuing to drink and not drinking.
"Ah, the essence of life."
Looking at the empty bottle in her hand, Jia Xitong reluctantly took out another one.
She likes to save up some every time she drinks Ling Sui.
She had saved up a little bit so she could have it as a snack later, but it seems she gave the rest of the spiritual essence to others.
Seeing Jia Xitong's reluctant expression, Shang Yanting, who had been hesitating, immediately made a decision.
drink!
I feel so sorry for her!
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Inside the underground palace
They were unaware of night and day, and even less aware of the passage of time.
The surrounding area was ablaze with flames, and the venomous insects that gnawed at the carrion beneath the flames had not yet disappeared.
Occasionally, the sound of wood crackling as it burned could be heard, and the stench of burnt insects lingered. The real dragon bone was still continuously fusing into his body; he was still in pain, but without the thousands of insects gnawing at him, it was certainly much easier.
He actually fell asleep.
Although it was only for a short while.
The dual torment of mind and body finally gave me a little breathing space when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes again, the mysterious soul had already disappeared.
However, the people who came with him had already found him.
"Brother Yan!"
Wan Qijie rushed over first, "Brother Yan, so you were here! Why didn't you come looking for us? We almost died in this underground palace."
Why are there so many bugs around?
Pu Yun and another person looked at the ground and frowned slightly. They then instructed the rest of the people, "Everyone, look around to see if there is any danger."
It's not just about checking for danger, but also for treasure.
They encountered many dangers as they entered the underground palace, but they hadn't found a single treasure that caught their eye.
Everyone tacitly searched for the two items, without even glancing at Shang Yanting lying on the altar.
Finally, someone noticed him. Wan Qijie walked up to the altar in a few steps. "Brother Yan, why are you lying on the ground?"
Despite saying that, she reached for his package.
After searching around, they found nothing of value except a few pieces of paper, a set of tattered, smelly clothes, and a few medicine bottles.
He took out the medicine and handed it to the pharmacist who had accompanied him.
The other person took a sniff.
It's just a common medicine for replenishing qi and nourishing injuries.
"Sigh, what a wasted trip."
Wan Qijie threw the medicine back into Shang Yanting's backpack, looking like he had wasted his time.
Shang Yanting lay on the ground, coldly watching them...
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Jia Xitong's soul returned to Xianlong Peak
She sat atop the Temple of the God of Talismans, preparing to fulfill her promise.
"The most important thing about this Sumeru talisman is to use its corresponding raw materials, along with incantations and hand gestures, so that the brush moves like dragons and snakes, the mind follows the hand, and it is completed in one go."
Jia Xitong taught her four lazy disciples earnestly.
The four people below were also listening so attentively for the first time.
But...
The Sumeru Talisman only looks simple when Teacher Tong draws it; you only realize how difficult it is when you actually try it yourself.
No wonder there are so many imitations of Zhuyou talismans and solidification talismans on the market, but very few imitations of Mixu talismans. Even if Teacher Tong told them the secret, it wouldn't be something they could master overnight.
"Okay, that's basically it."
Seeing how serious they were, Jia Xitong felt very gratified. "Practice hard. It's normal to fail at the beginning."
She even kindly offered some words of comfort to the person.
Others are practicing
With nothing else to do, Jia Xitong took out the wooden box that had stopped Uncle Karl and Shang Yanting.
Since she got this thing, fiddling with it every day has become an essential activity for her. It's like how others polish walnuts, while she polishes a wooden box—and the end result is always the same: a patina?
Jia Xitong suddenly thought of this for no apparent reason, and then couldn't help but shake her head.
"Hey, Teacher Tong!"
Just then, Gao Xiang suddenly moved a stool closer to her and asked, "I heard that Yimeng University is coming to visit us soon, did you know?"
"Visiting study at Yimeng College?"
Upon hearing those four familiar words, Jia Xitong instantly thought of the Snow Maiden of the Snow Mountain and the kind and generous True Lord Baiyu. However, she had been in meditation for several days after taking the elixir, and this was the first time she had heard about the visiting scholar program at Yimeng Academy.
"You don't know?"
Gao Xiang felt somewhat regretful.
After all, now that Master Yan is the dean, they thought that Teacher Tong would know more inside information.
For example...
Will you participate in the martial arts discussion at the Hsien Lung Summit?
Jia Xitong genuinely had no idea. "What is martial arts theory?"
"Seriously, Mr. Bucket? You don't even know this?!"
As a gossip enthusiast, it was time for Gao Xiang to give Teacher Tong a little background knowledge: "Wu Lun is just a martial arts competition. Yimeng Academy and our academy are of similar status. As the saying goes, rivals are enemies, and everyone is secretly comparing themselves to each other."
Over the years, both sides have had their wins and losses, and neither has gained the upper hand.
However, in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second.
Everyone wants to be superior to the other, and comparisons are inevitable every time the two schools meet.
Our Peak Master Yan encountered this situation shortly after becoming the Dean, so we're all wondering whether Xianlong Peak will participate in this martial arts debate.
"I really don't know that."
Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong slowed down her movements. "Is it a martial arts competition between the deans?"
"Definitely not."
Gao Xiang waved his hand upon hearing this.
As deans, they possess profound cultivation and hold high positions of power, so it's impossible for them to personally participate. "Naturally, it will be the most skilled martial artists among the disciples of each dean."
I heard that during the last martial arts debate, Dean Helian sent out disciples who were even at the level of Martial Kings.
The fight was absolutely earth-shattering.
King Wu's strength!
Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong's eyes widened. The strength of a Martial King in Dingtian Academy was already enough to establish a sect.
Recalling their time at Xianlong Peak, aside from Shang Yanting, who was already a powerful Martial Emperor, the strongest among them, Niu Niu, was currently only at the mid-stage of Martial Sect.
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