On the third day, the Underworld Lord stood guard beside Ruoruo as he had in the previous days. A long spear pierced the sky and aimed directly at his vital point.
The immense spiritual power forced the Underworld Lord to confront the spear with a palm strike.
"Your Highness." A figure in black robes blocked Ruoruo's path. His clear, bright voice was slightly hoarse. He looked at the disheveled girl and felt a tightness in his chest. "It's my fault for being useless."
Ruoruo shook her head: "It's okay, look at me, I'm perfectly fine now."
What's so good about it? The little girl, who was cherished and pampered by everyone, can't even get her hair done properly now.
But for Ruoruo, this was really nothing.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she shared her achievement with Yuebai.
“Every medicine is effective for them, but some can only delay the inevitable, while others can have a slight therapeutic effect. Also, I discovered that in addition to the medicinal power and spiritual power, the vitality of each spiritual herb is also different…”
Seeing Ruoruo's vibrant appearance, Yuebai felt a little relieved.
Even though the process has been difficult, the young prince is not unhappy at all.
As he listened to the young prince share his achievements, he earnestly praised him, saying, "Your Highness is naturally gifted in alchemy and is also diligent in your studies, which is why you have achieved such results. You are truly remarkable."
Yuebai has always been straightforward and honest, and Ruoruo was overjoyed by the praise. She twirled her fingers a little shyly and said, "It's alright. I'll be truly amazing when I refine a medicine that can actually cure their illnesses."
Yuebai carefully tidied up the little girl's hair, braiding it, putting it up, tying it with a hair tie, and inserting a hairpin. She was incredibly skillful and quickly tidied up each little girl's hair, making them look neat and pretty.
Ruoruo looked at her hair in the mirror, her face full of shock: "How do you even know how to do this?"
She has absolutely no idea how to style her hair; it always looks so complicated, twisting and turning, more complicated than alchemy.
"Yue Rou likes these things, so I learned some. Then she transformed into human form, which made it easier for me to braid her hair." Yue Bai smiled apologetically. "These are just some small tricks that are not elegant enough for a grand occasion. Please forgive my ignorance, Your Highness."
Ruoruo shook her head vigorously, holding Yuebai's hand seriously and earnestly: "You're incredibly skilled; even my brother can't do that."
Mo Jinyan stomped his sore and tired paws and said sourly, "When I take human form, I will definitely be able to weave a better story than him."
Yuebai earnestly comforted him, "The Third Prince is right. Once the Third Prince takes human form, he will naturally be no worse than me."
Mo Jinyan was even more frustrated, but unfortunately he always looked like a little chick, never growing up and never being able to transform into human form.
While these people were catching up, on the other side, the Soul-Destroying Spear and the Underworld Lord, who had been holding back for a long time, had already exchanged blows hundreds of times.
Out of consideration for Ruoruo, the Underworld Lord did not actually fight him, and mocked with a grin: "This is the divine artifact of the Immortal Realm? It seems it is not as good as the Asura Sect of my Underworld."
A phantom of the Asura Sect suddenly appeared behind him, flashing a few times in front of the Soul-Destroying Spear.
The Soul-Destroying Spear paused for a moment, then stopped hitting people and instead aimed directly at the door.
The Asura Clan wielded the iron chains on the door and clashed fiercely with the Soul-Destroying Spear. The Underworld Lord densely covered the room with layers upon layers of barriers to prevent it from collapsing due to these two divine weapons.
Neither of the two divine weapons had a master to control or assist them, so they had to give up after fighting for a while.
The Underworld Lord withdrew his Asura Gate: "Your gun has quite a temper."
Ruoruo snorted, turned her head away, and waved, calling out, "Miemie, come back quickly."
The Soul-Destroying Spear instantly shrank, making its shaft thinner so that Ruoruo could hold it, and it lay in her palm.
The expression on the Underworld King's face turned strange: "What do you care what its name is?"
Ruoruo smiled and raised the long spear in her hand, which now looked like a child's toy: "Miemie, isn't that a super cute name? Miemie likes it too."
The Soul-Destroying Spear remained motionless, then skillfully tied its red tassel into a bow.
Suddenly, the Underworld King felt that the two doors of the Asura Gate in his Dead Sea, which had always been locked and open, were opening and closing, seemingly mocking him madly.
Even the mighty Soul-Destroying Spear has met its end!
"Cute." Looking at the little girl's serious expression, the Underworld Lord realized that he still needed her to refine pills, so it was best not to provoke her for now.
Yuebai glanced at the room full of men, as well as several women dressed even more roughly than the men, and silently took on the responsibility of serving as a celestial attendant.
Ruoruo instantly felt much more relaxed.
When you're hungry, just open your mouth and there's something delicious to eat; when you're thirsty, just reach out and there's tea; when you're tired, just sit down and someone will massage your shoulders.
With her hair a little messy, Yuebai gently braided it for her without disturbing her while she was arranging the medicinal herbs, and gave her a head massage as well.
Seeing that Yuebai was quick-witted and nimble, he quickly stuffed a soft cushion into Ruoruo's hands just as she was about to sit down.
Hades suddenly realized that he had really mistreated this little girl during this time.
Does Mo Yong spoil his children like this?
Ruoruo now smiles sweetly whenever she sees Yuebai, calling him "Brother Yuebai".
Mo Jinyan was so jealous that he felt like a bird that had fallen into a jar of vinegar, and he was sour every day.
"Third Brother, please help me record the patient's condition after taking the medicine in Room E." Ruoruo held a pen in one hand, writing the medical record while also noting the direction for modifying the medicine.
"Hmph, this is a brother, that is a brother, you have so many brothers, I'm not even third in the list," the jealous bird said sourly.
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