"Three bottles of top-grade spirit wine and two jars of superior-grade spirit wine." This was a concession made by Jing Li, and Wuming, not wanting to push his luck and insist on three jars of top-grade spirit wine, happily agreed to Jing Li's suggestion. This made Jing Li somewhat suspicious that Wuming had already planned this all along.
What could the shopkeeper say? Judging from the Palace Master's expression, he knew the Palace Master was on the verge of exploding, so he quickly withdrew.
"By the way, you didn't own this restaurant, did you?"
"What's wrong with my apprentice running it?" Hearing that arrogant little tone, Wuming was speechless.
"Your apprentice is truly a genius."
"Tch, do you even need to tell me? Everyone in the entire Taiyan Continent knows that my disciple is a genius, a genius that no one can compare to."
Anonymous: Uh, he's getting cocky now. Well, whatever you say is true.
"The top-grade spirit wine was brewed by my disciple." Jing Li added casually before closing her eyes to rest.
Wuming's eyes lit up immediately. If that's the case, Jingli could definitely get a large batch of spirit wine, but he's just lying around here. He's a heartless bastard.
Also, why is Jingli so lucky? The apprentices she takes in are all-around talented and perfect.
"Alright, stop overthinking." There's no use in being envious or jealous; it's Jingli's good fortune.
"If you are willing to exchange it for the sub-flame of the Nine Nether Demon Dragon Flame, my disciple may bring out his treasured top-grade spiritual wine, a top-grade spiritual wine that I have never tasted before."
Wuming's breathing quickly became heavy, and his blood-red eyes shone like two rubies.
"The strange fire is of great importance. I must see the spirit wine before I can hand over the strange fire." Although it is a sub-fire, it still needs to be nurtured for a period of time before it can return to its original state.
But thinking of the top-grade spirit wine, Wuming didn't care too much. He figured he might as well make the trade! The key was to make Fuhua happy.
With the Lord of the Palace personally arriving, the shopkeeper naturally became extremely diligent, putting aside all the orders outside and prioritizing preparing the medicinal cuisine requested by the Lord of the Palace.
Soon, the exquisite and luxurious private room was filled with the aroma of medicinal cuisine, as Wuming diligently selected dishes for Fuhua.
"This color doesn't look very appealing, let's not eat it yet."
"What kind of petals are these? Don't eat them yet."
"I've had this before, and it tastes pretty good. Fu Hua, you should try it."
Even Jing Li couldn't stand such sycophants. Fu Hua seemed to have reached her limit as well: "A Ming, let me do it myself, you eat too."
While slowly drinking, Jingli said, "Remember to support your apprentice's business in the future."
"That's a must." Fu Hua really liked the medicinal cuisine here; it was all very delicious, like eating the finest delicacies. Every bite was a great pleasure.
"Why don't you try some? It really tastes quite good," Wuming said kindly, seeing that Jingli hadn't touched her food for a while.
“My royal chef makes it much better than this.”
Wow, this is really good at drawing aggro, it deserves full marks.
“In terms of shape,” Jing Li added quietly.
Okay, fine, let you be dramatic: "Fuhua, eat more. If you can't finish it, we'll take it all with us."
"That's not a good idea!" Clearly, Fu Hua wasn't as thick-skinned as someone else.
"There's nothing wrong with it. The Palace Master doesn't have a good appetite, so we can't just waste food!"
Jingli: I really want to kill Wuming right now, what should I do?
This meal took a full half day. Jing Li ate a few bites before putting down her chopsticks and drinking spiritual wine. Fu Hua also didn't eat much because her body couldn't handle too much spiritual energy. It was all Wu Ming's gluttonous meal that couldn't stop. He finished the medicinal dishes he ordered, then ordered a whole table of side dishes, and even ordered three more tables of medicinal dishes to take away.
The innkeeper was about to cry, and the skilled chefs in the kitchen were also about to cry. The customers who had been waiting outside for ages for the medicinal cuisine were even more likely to cry.
The way Wuming eats is somewhat similar to Zishu; both treat handling things as a sacred undertaking.
After drinking two cups of top-grade spirit wine, Fu Hua's gentle eyes sparkled with a bright light, making her quite adorable.
"Young Master is truly a remarkable person. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to meet him in the future."
"When the time is right, you will meet him." It's a pretentious, charlatan-like tone, yet somehow it's impossible to refute.
Even after suffering such great calamity since childhood, Fu Hua still retains a pure and innocent heart, her eyes remaining clear and innocent. As long as Fu Hua lives, the mysterious demon race will be well restrained, refraining from committing any heinous or inhumane acts. However, if Fu Hua were to perish, given Wuming's character, he would undoubtedly wish to destroy the world to alleviate his unbearable inner pain. In that case, the human race would suffer devastating losses.
Therefore, Fu Hua is not an insignificant person, but someone who can influence the situation on the mainland. This is the conclusion Jing Li came up with, and even she was a little frightened.
It turns out that saving just one person could affect the entire world; that must have been quite a burden.
Jing Li took out three jars of top-grade spirit wine from her storage ring and placed them directly in front of Fu Hua: "It's fate that we met. Consider this a gift for you!"
Wuming, who was eating, stopped and looked at Jingli with a strange expression. Could there be some kind of conspiracy behind Jingli's sudden show of goodwill?
After all, humans are cunning, treacherous, and cunning.
Fu accepted Jing Li's kindness with great composure: "Thank you for your generous gift, Palace Master. I have no way to repay you."
"If you can live, or die anonymously, that will be the greatest reward for me." Of course, Jingli didn't say these words aloud.
"These spirit wines are for your health, so some people shouldn't even think about stealing a sip."
A demon who had been trying to steal a drink immediately turned red-eared, furious and embarrassed: "Who said I would steal a drink? Do I look like that kind of person?" He looked just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Hehe." Jing Li smiled noblely and coldly. Whoever agrees is the one being referred to. Is there even a need to ask?
Fu Hua tugged at Wuming's sleeve, "Sit down quickly, this is so embarrassing."
Anonymous sat down, channeling his grief and anger into strength, and continued eating.
"If you don't mind, you can come back to the Pill King Palace with me and let the elders help you recuperate." After thinking for a long time, Jing Li decided to extend this olive branch, not for Wuming, but for the entire human race.
Perhaps, another option is to kill Wuming directly in Danwang City. No one would object, and it would still be a great achievement.
However, Jing Li did not want to do that. Wu Ming's identity and what he had done in the past were not important. What mattered was the future.
We cannot kill people indiscriminately just for the sake of the greater good of humanity. Yes, we must kill them. If Wuming dies, Fuhua has two choices: either follow him in death or become a demon and destroy humanity at all costs to avenge Wuming.
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