I wonder what secret method the witch used.
Burning Extinction was encased in a purple, semi-transparent sphere, which was soft, bouncy, and jiggly like a large jelly.
The "Burning Jelly" slowly rose out of the hole.
Qiu Wu explained with a smile, "His entire body is covered in wounds, and he has to be moved using the Purple Water Beads. Otherwise, the open wounds will cause him unbearable pain when they come into contact with the outside world."
After speaking, he looked at Fen Jue with admiration.
No wonder the Sword Sect has been able to maintain its position as the number one sect in the inland region.
The disciples of the Sword Sect are exceptionally talented and possess unwavering perseverance.
If those Southern Border disciples were put into the Ten Thousand Gu Cave, they probably wouldn't last ten hours before those brats started yelling and crying, demanding to get out.
"Junior brother!"
Gingerbread pounced on it eagerly.
Upon closer inspection, the wounds became even more shocking.
The blood-red flesh was turned outwards, revealing the meridians inside, and in some places even half of the bone was exposed.
Fen Jue pursed his lips, his long eyelashes falling to conceal the emotions in his eyes. "Don't look, it's ugly."
"Ugly? Ugly my foot..." Gingerbread wiped away her tears haphazardly, "My junior brother is so handsome he's practically heaven-splitting."
She reached out with heartache, trying to touch it, but stopped just before she touched Fenjue.
Don't touch it, it will hurt even more.
“My Lord Witch King, we’re going back to the treehouse now. We want to apply medicine to my junior brother,” Gingerbread said, looking up at Witch Clan.
The sun is blazing here. If I stay here without properly cleaning my wounds, I could easily get heatstroke, which would be adding insult to injury.
"Alright, let's go." The witch cast a spell, and the purple water bead slowly flew to the top of the giant python's head.
Along the way, whenever they encountered a bumpy section, Gingerbread could hear Burning Pain gasping for breath.
Qiu Wu turned around and glanced at him. This kid was probably putting on an act for his senior sister. The Purple Water Pearl was made of a special material, so it was impossible for her to feel any bumps inside.
As expected.
Gingerbread squatted down and said to the boy with unusual gentleness, "If it hurts, just cry out. Don't hold it in. I'll help you apply medicine when we get back. It won't hurt as much after you apply the medicine."
"Um."
His lips trembled, and his delicate black eyes were misty with tears, making him look so endearing.
Gingerbread couldn't bear to look any longer and turned to look ahead.
The boy in the purple water droplet curled his lips, all traces of pain and grievance vanished, and his eyes were calm.
No wonder he was faking it.
There's nothing we can do; these little scammers just fall for it.
Even the thousand-year-old Fenjue never imagined that one day he would use these little tricks to make wood "sense".
If the Lord God and his colleagues knew...
They will definitely laugh at him for a hundred years and lament that he has come to this.
I still remember, five hundred years ago, the fairy Green Fairy was willing to die for a man, begging the Lord God to remove her immortal bones so she could follow that demon cultivator down to the mortal realm to cultivate anew. Fen Jue scoffed at this, considering it utterly foolish to abandon a thousand years of hard-earned cultivation for ascension.
Now think about it.
Spending one's life playing and having fun with this little liar across the Eight Desolate Continent wouldn't be so bad.
after all.
There's nothing interesting about the heavens.
Fen Jue is a person who wants both things, so naturally he wouldn't let himself end up in the same sorry state as Lü Ji.
Lost in thought, he quickly returned to the treehouse.
Two circles of disciples from Southern Xinjiang surrounded the treehouse; they had all come to visit Fen Jue.
What is the Wan Gu Cave?
The Gu King is produced there every year.
Eric took a breath. "Wow, that's amazing. If I had to go in, I'd be crawling out right now."
Ai paused for a moment, then said, "Me too."
The witch was speechless.
Wait, no, he thinks that his disciples' ability to persist for ten hours is overestimating them?
"Go back to your cultivation!" Qiu Wu turned to the side and scolded, "You can't even last an hour, and you proudly proclaim it? What's so glorious about that?"
Az gave him a wink.
Aili and Ayi, along with their disciples, fled in a guilty conscience.
Before leaving.
Ayi turned to Gingerbread and said, "Little Gingerbread, we've left our heartfelt wishes in the treehouse. Once your junior brother recovers, we'll play together!"
"OK!"
Gingerbread replied loudly.
Fen Jue's expression remained calm, showing little change.
Before leaving, Qiu Wu instructed, "Xiao Bing, let him stay inside the Purple Water Pearl. He will need to take medicine for at least three days before he can come out. The Purple Water Pearl also has a nourishing effect."
"Okay, I've got it!" Gingerbread carefully wrote down the entire process of taking the medicine internally and applying it externally.
Only then did Qiu Wu and Azi leave with peace of mind.
With only the two of them left in the treehouse, Gingerbread didn't have time to think about anything else and set up the stove to start brewing medicine.
While decocting the medicine, we also studied the topical application of herbal medicines.
Fenjue lay half-reclined, his long eyelashes trembling as he looked down, then lifted his eyelids to look at the gingerbread at the door of the treehouse.
She was holding a palm-leaf fan in one hand and a prescription in the other, muttering to herself.
A thin layer of sweat covered her fair and smooth forehead.
His cheeks were red from the heat of the stove.
This was the first time he had experienced being taken care of.
This concrete manifestation stirred up indescribable emotions in Fen Jue's aloof heart. He devoted himself to studying swordsmanship and spent his spare time on various hobbies such as alchemy and weapon crafting.
From the time he could remember, everyone called him a genius and a strongman.
It seems natural for the strong to overcome every difficulty, and the pain they experience in between is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.
One day, it will fall from its highest point.
The others simply shook their heads and sighed, saying it was nothing special.
Therefore, he began cultivating himself at the age of six, severing his habits and solving and overcoming any hardship on his own.
The current scene.
Unwittingly, his deeply buried, distant memories were unearthed, including the courtyard filled with camellias from his childhood.
The father tended the firewood, the mother cooked, and in the evening, the three of them sat around the table, enjoying their meal together in a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Unfortunately, ordinary people in the cultivation world are like ants.
At the age of five.
The entire town was instantly razed to the ground by the spiritual energy ripples from the battle between the cultivators.
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