After Uncle Jiu, Wencai, and Qiusheng returned to the charity cemetery, Uncle Jiu took out half a first-level golden elixir, broke it in half, and handed it to Wencai and Qiusheng, saying, "This is the golden elixir bestowed by the Taoist Master. It's not that I'm stingy, but the potency is too strong. You can only take a quarter. Go, hurry back to your rooms, eat it, and then make the most of your time to practice."
Wencai took the tiny bit of golden elixir and said without questioning Uncle Jiu's words, "Master, I will go back to practice and strive to break through as soon as possible."
Qiu Sheng asked, "Master, how long will it take to absorb this golden elixir? Can I go back to my aunt's house tonight?"
"Of course I can. It will only take two or three hours. Go and practice."
Uncle Jiu lied. Qiu Sheng was only in the middle stage of Qi training. How could he absorb a quarter of the first-level golden elixir so quickly? It would take at least one or two days. He wanted to see if the female ghost named Dong Xiaoyu would be so bold as to run to the cemetery to demand Qiu Sheng's return if he didn't leave tonight.
"oh."
Qiu Sheng responded and walked into his room with a quarter of the first-level golden elixir.
Wencai came over and asked, "Master, this quarter of the golden elixir is not so easy to absorb, right? I can sense that the spiritual energy of this golden elixir is very abundant."
"Hmph! Why are you asking so many questions? Go back to your room and eat quickly, or the golden elixir's medicinal power will be lost."
Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai and said.
"What will you say if Qiu Sheng's aunt comes to the charity cemetery to ask for someone?" Wencai shrank his neck and asked timidly.
"I can certainly handle it. Go practice and stop talking nonsense." Uncle Jiu waved his hand and said.
"Oh." Wencai went back to his room obediently to practice this time.
Uncle Jiu stood in the charity cemetery, looking towards the direction of the grave mountain, and couldn't help but sigh. As a descendant of the righteous Maoshan sect, he actually worked with a zombie king. No one would believe it if he told others about it, right?
"If the people at Maoshan knew about this, they would expel me from the sect and call me an unfilial son, right? But I am working for the Daozun. I am now in the late stage of the Tribulation Crossing stage. As long as I work for the Daozun, becoming an immortal will be a piece of cake."
Uncle Jiu muttered something, not caring about being criticized in the future.
Uncle Jiu returned to his room, waiting for the night to fall. Tonight he wanted to see whether the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu had the courage to break into the charity cemetery and have fun with Qiu Sheng.
Uncle Jiu didn't know that Dong Xiaoyu had already taken refuge with Ren Weiyong and was sleeping and practicing in the underground palace. Until midnight, no female ghost dared to break into the charity cemetery. Only then did he feel satisfied and continued to take out the magic weapon to sacrifice and increase its power.
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