Ruoruo rubbed her head, feeling that it didn't hurt much, and didn't mind. After all, adults always have some strange ways of teasing children, and as a kind and generous child, she naturally had to learn to forgive.
"So you know my elder brother?" Ruoruo was taken aback for a moment, then thought of Mo Wuyu, whose whereabouts were still unknown, and looked somewhat listless.
Qingxing, fearing that the little kitten would get too impatient again, changed the subject: "We've only met a few times, how do you plan to thank me?"
After thinking for a moment, Ruoruo took out all twenty-seven alchemy furnaces from her storage necklace, instantly filling the room with them.
Qingxing's eye twitched, and she looked at the pile of alchemy furnaces with a hint of speechlessness.
This number is already outrageously high; even the God of Aoki doesn't have this many.
Is she trying to get rid of him with this junk?
However, Ruoruo took out the eggshell and then obediently handed over her pendant: "This is all of Ruoruo's wealth. I'm giving it to you to thank you for saving Ruoruo. My father is very rich. When Ruoruo goes back, I will definitely tell my father and ask him to bring lots and lots of gifts to thank you."
Qingxing looked at the innocent-looking girl, chuckled, and said with a disdainful look in her eyes: "I don't even care about what you have. Yan Ruoruo, I saved you not because of your father, but because your master is the God of Green Wood."
"He was the only person in the Six Realms to have ever refined the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. Unfortunately, he took the elixir into the academy and hid it, and it has been lost without a trace."
Ruoruo's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes secretly glanced at the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir she had hidden in one of the alchemy furnaces.
This can't be given to Qingxing!
Qingxing saw through her gaze clearly and couldn't help but laugh. After all, she was still a young girl and couldn't hide anything.
However, he wasn't interested in the half-finished product. Qingxing used her fan to touch Ruoruo's forehead.
"You are his only surviving disciple, and you entered the Dao of Alchemy at a young age, even creating your own hand seals. Your talent surpasses even his own. Therefore, if you refine a Nine-Turn Golden Pill, it will be enough to repay my life-saving grace to you. I will then let you go."
Ruoruo said somewhat anxiously, "But Ruoruo doesn't know how either. Or you can let Ruoruo go back first, and after Ruoruo learns, I'll refine one more for you."
For my father's sake, I must refine the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir no matter what.
If she really learns how to refine it, it wouldn't be impossible for her to share one with the benefactor who saved her life.
Qingxing tossed her pendant to her, leaving behind a pile of spiritual herbs: "If you don't know how, then learn. What you're wearing is the inheritance of the God of Green Wood; only you can learn it."
“No, Master said that you can only refine it when you reach the level of a High God.” Ruoruo earnestly counted on her fingers. “It took Father almost three hundred years to ascend to the level of a High God, and it took Big Brother more than three hundred years. Ruoruo will definitely need three hundred years too.”
The little girl spoke so easily, counting on her fingers, unaware that her family had two such extraordinary individuals who had ascended to immortality three hundred years ago, making up a full half of them.
The Celestial Lord of the Immortal Realm and Qingxing are the other two.
Qingxing scoffed, "I can't wait for you for three hundred years. Within a hundred years, I will obtain the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir."
However, when he ascended the throne as a young man, the demon kings took advantage of his youth and coveted his position. He used special means to ascend to the position of High God three hundred years later, inherit the Demon Lord's legacy, and barely managed to rule on his own terms with the other demon kings.
But his life is nearing its end; he is only a hundred years away from his death.
Only the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir was his last hope.
"Even if you say that, Ruoruo can't do it." Ruoruo felt that this benefactor was a bit strange.
"By the way, I can wait a hundred years, but your father, Mo Yong, probably won't even live a hundred years." Qing Xing's eyes were full of sarcasm. "I heard you keep saying you want to save your father, but a hundred years from now, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find a trace of his soul in the Six Realms."
Ruoruo couldn't help but clench her little fists, biting her lower lip: "Using Father to force me won't work. If I can't cultivate it, I can't cultivate it; if I can't refine it, I can't refine it."
Doesn't she know these things?
She had known this for a long time, but she had never dared to think about it deeply. She could only desperately try to improve her cultivation as quickly as possible in order to fight for that slim hope.
Seeing that the little guy was finally serious, Qingxing's eyes darkened: "I do have a way to let you temporarily borrow the power of the gods. However, if you use this method, your cultivation will probably not make any progress in the future. But it can guarantee that it will support you to finish refining the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill. Think carefully about whether you want to use it."
After saying that, he turned and left.
He pointed out the way to Yan Ruoruo. If Yan Ruoruo was sensible, she would obediently refine pills.
If she were to prioritize her own future and abandon the alchemy to save her father, then... this young girl wouldn't deserve his mercy.
He received information that Yan Ruoruo's blood had a special effect, which could improve the quality of elixirs and might even have the effect of suppressing the evil poison.
At that time, he extracted Yan Ruoruo's soul and spirit, and used her flesh and blood to refine the semi-finished product. There was an 80% chance that it would be successfully made into a pill.
However, before Qingxing could even step out of the door, she heard Yan Ruoruo say, "I agree."
His smile gradually widened. Sure enough, for this little one, her father was always the most important person.
"Rest and recuperate for several dozen days to improve your alchemy skills. Once you have recovered, I will come to assist you."
If Ruo Ruo didn't see it, Qing Xingyi turned into a wisp of green smoke as soon as she left his room, and Qian Cao, who hadn't spoken until now, became much more lively, though her face was slightly pale.
He's already struggling so much just to control a clone; his power will probably dissipate before his lifespan ends.
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