Chapter 400 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Deceived Cultivator (Part 3)
“Hey… I didn’t hurt you…” Meng Qizhou didn’t know what to do for a moment. “You… don’t panic. Spit it out.”
Jiang Zhiyi clutched her stomach, her forehead beaded with sweat, looking quite uncomfortable.
"I can't vomit... Waaaaah..."
She was emitting more and more heat, and her spiritual energy was dissipating along with the heat.
In just a short while, Jiang Zhiyi had become very weak and her face was pale.
Meng Qizhou could only try to channel his spiritual energy into her from the side, but it had no effect.
After hesitating for a moment, he fed her a pill.
This elixir was for his own survival and was very precious.
He only had a few of them, and he had never used them in all the times he had gone down the mountain before. Firstly, he couldn't bear to waste them, and secondly, he hadn't encountered any life-or-death situations yet.
But now it seems this ginseng fruit spirit is really in trouble. The situation is urgent, so he has no choice but to take out the items to save the person first.
After all, this was a rare opportunity for him, and he couldn't let her die so easily.
Even if she has to die, she has to die in a way that is useful to him.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jiang Zhiyi's pain finally subsided.
The turbid energy in her body was expelled along with the dissipated spiritual power, but her body was finding it difficult to withstand such a sudden loss of spiritual power.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Zhiyi said, "I was already injured before, and now it's all your fault that my injuries have gotten worse. You have to give me an explanation..."
Seeing that he didn't speak, she continued, "Now I'm going down the mountain to train, but I don't know where to go and I have no one to accompany me. How about this, I'll go with you for now. The pill you gave me earlier was very effective; please find a way to heal my injuries later. Once I'm healed, I will definitely repay you handsomely..."
Meng Qizhou looked at her and quickly nodded, "Okay, I promise you."
This suited him perfectly.
He was worried about how to take the little ginseng fruit away, but he didn't expect that he could trick people into coming over with just a pill.
They are so naive and easily fooled.
He would take her away first, and then she would be on his turf, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.
"Help me up..." Seeing that he agreed, she began to order him around without any politeness.
Afterwards, Meng Qizhou took her down the mountain.
...
The inn at the foot of the mountain.
"Senior brother, I'm back." Meng Qizhou called out to the person standing there.
Pei Zhengqing, who was wiping his sword in the courtyard, turned to look at him, his expression relatively gentle.
However, when he saw the small fruit in Meng Qizhou's hand, he couldn't help but frown and said, "What's that in your hand? Didn't you say you were going to the mountain to exorcise evil spirits? Why did you bring back some random things?"
His junior brother was known for his mischievousness and simple nature.
Before they went down the mountain, their master specifically instructed him to take good care of his junior brother and not to let him be entangled by any unclean demons or evil spirits, lest something go wrong.
Meng Qizhou glanced around.
With people coming and going at the inn, and many unfamiliar faces in the courtyard, it was impossible to casually reveal any information.
He patted the little fruit in his hand that was kicking and making a fuss, and said seemingly nonchalantly, "Senior brother, don't worry. It's just a little radish spirit that has just transformed. I'm just raising it for fun, nothing will happen."
Jiang Zhiyi was very dissatisfied upon hearing this. What did she mean by "nonsense"? None of her fellow disciples knew anything about it, and Meng Qizhou even dared to hit her.
She struggled to break free from his grasp, ready to shout her protests, but he pressed her head down again.
"Senior brother, I'm going back to my room now."
After saying that, Meng Qizhou took the angry little fruit back to his room to rest.
inside the house.
The little fruit retorted angrily, "You're the radish spirit! Don't talk to me like that! I'm a ginseng fruit, a beloved treasure!"
"You idiot!" Meng Qizhou casually placed her on the table, poured half a glass of water, and put it aside for her to drink.
"Hmph—" Little Fruit walked around the cup, shook its head, picked up the teapot that was half its own body size, and angrily drank several mouthfuls.
Meng Qizhou glanced at her and continued talking.
“This inn is a mixed bag, full of vicious and ruthless people. You know you're a rare treasure. If you spread the word, you'll end up in their bellies tonight, eaten clean, leaving not even bones. You won't be a radish, you'll just become fertilizer for the radishes in the vegetable garden.”
"No!" Jiang Zhiyi protested loudly, pouting.
"If you don't want to be fertilizer, then you'd better stay quiet." Seeing that she had drunk her fill of water, Meng Qizhou picked her up with one hand. "You stay put and don't run around, or I can't guarantee your safety."
The little fruit remained untouched in his hand, indicating that it had taken his words to heart.
Meng Qizhou wanted to say something, but the next moment Xiao Guozi spat out all the water she had just drunk, as if she was deliberately causing trouble.
He immediately got a large wet patch on his body.
"What are you doing? Is there something wrong with the water?" He stood up with disgust, looking at his soaked clothes.
"It tastes awful, I'm going to throw it up. The water here isn't sweet at all, I wouldn't even use this kind of water for a bath—it's rotten water!" Little Fruit said matter-of-factly.
"Then what do you want?" Meng Qizhou asked impatiently.
His head is throbbing with pain.
What is rotten water?
He had just had the water drawn from the well; it was very clean. He was just worried that she might feel uncomfortable drinking stale water, but she still complained about it.
She's such a troublemaker.
"I don't care, it just doesn't taste good. I'm dying of thirst." Little Fruit lay down and started pretending to be dead.
Meng Qizhou noticed that she seemed to have become much more emaciated. She had just drunk water and her body had become fuller, but after vomiting it out, she had become back to her original size.
This ginseng fruit loves water and cannot live without it. If it is constantly deprived of water, it will wither and die, so we really can't just let it run wild like this.
He sighed.
"How about I add some honey? That way the water will be sweet."
Meng Qizhou added, "This is just an ordinary inn, and that's all we have. If you keep being picky, there's nothing I can do but watch you die of thirst. Just make do for now, and once I take you back to the sect, you'll have whatever you want."
After thinking for a while, Xiaoguozi reluctantly agreed, "...Okay then."
Perhaps she was exhausted today, Jiang Zhiyi finished her water and lay down to sleep, still in her true form as a fruit, without transforming into human form.
Meng Qizhou then carried her to the inside of the bed and covered her with a blanket.
The inn was still inconvenient, so it was perfect that she became a little fruit, making it easier for him to take care of her.
Once they returned to Lingyun Sect, he would arrange for her to stay in a separate place.
...
The next day.
Meng Qizhou slept well last night, not waking up until late morning, and was in a fairly good mood.
Last night he had a dream in which he ate ginseng fruit and his cultivation level increased greatly. Even his father could not beat him and praised him for his great progress.
However, he soon realized that something was wrong.
Little Guozi, who was sleeping nearby, had not yet woken up.
He reached out and touched her, finding her body ice-cold.
Meng Qizhou immediately sat up, looked at her for a while, and then checked her breathing.
He's already dead!
He was taken aback.
He patted the little fruit's plump body with his hand.
Not moving at all.
He tried to pry her head off and pull at her short, chubby hands and feet...
But still, nothing happened.
Meng Qizhou stood there stunned for a long time, his brows furrowed tightly.
Oh no, could he really be dead?
He only took a nap and rested for a few hours, how could something happen again in such a short time when he wasn't watching?
There was absolutely no warning.
"Wake up!" he patted and shouted, but Xiao Guozi didn't respond at all.
What exactly happened?
This little thing is too easy to die!
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