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Jing Li has never liked taking risks, and since Fu Hua is indeed a good person, he will help her as much as he can. He is not such a cold-hearted person.
The nameless chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at Jing Li, as if trying to pierce through her.
Fu Hua's handsome, pale face flushed slightly with excitement: "Is the Palace Master serious?" Under heaven, apart from the Pill King Palace and the Medicine King Valley, probably no one can cure his illness. In the end, he will still have to live, grow old, get sick, and die like ordinary people. However, he can only live for a few decades. What he can't let go of is A Ming, so he will seize every opportunity and live his life earnestly and desperately.
"Of course I'm serious, I never joke."
"You're not plotting something, are you! Fu Hua can't go into the Pill King's Palace alone, I'm going too." What's with this protective mother hen attitude?! Jing Li's head was spinning; Wu Ming was completely an idiot.
"What do you think I need to scheme for? There's nothing on this entire continent that Jing Li can't get if he wants it. That's right, the Palace Master is just that arrogant, aloof, and domineering, a veritable queen."
"No, I want to go with them."
Jing Li smiled coldly: "Do you think the elders and formations of my Pill King Hall are dead? You, a demon, have any chance of survival if you go in?" Hmph, you really overestimate yourself.
Wuming's face immediately fell, and he looked at Fuhua pitifully: "What should we do? I'm worried about you going alone."
"Don't worry! The Palace Master has no ill intentions towards me. I'm going there for recuperation and I should be back soon." Even Lian Jingli was helpless with this very troublesome illness. In the Pill King Palace, unless those few people intervened, the chances of recovery were still not very high.
However, those few had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs, and they would not intervene unless the Danwang Palace was in a life-or-death situation.
"Lord Jingli, I'm entrusting Fuhua to you. You must ensure his safety, take good care of him, and not let him suffer any injustice."
"Is it too late for me to take back what I just said?" Jingli rubbed her forehead, thinking, "That idiot Wuming."
"Of course it's too late! How can you go back on your word after already agreeing? You're supposed to be the Palace Master? How dare you try to back out!!!" (Sound of a shocked face)
"Shut up, can you eat your food?" Jing Li, who had reached her limit, really wanted to kill Wuming.
The innkeeper brought out another table of medicinal dishes: "You don't need to make the rest," Jing Li instructed directly.
Wuming was shocked: "How can this be allowed?"
“Why not?” Jingli glanced at Wuming indifferently and instructed the shopkeeper to do as he said.
Judging by how Wuming eats, Zuixianju should probably close down today.
The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his brow. At that moment, all he wanted to do was cling to the Palace Master's leg and say, "The Palace Master is wise!"
"I have something else to report. The young master and Alchemist Zishu have also arrived." Should I say "see" or "meet"?
Of course he's gone! I can't let my disciple lose face in front of him if I don't see Jing Li in this state.
"No meeting, and no leaks."
"Yes, Lord."
"Why don't you see him? Are you afraid of your disciple?"
"This is a matter within the Danwang Palace, what business is it of yours?" he said with a cold expression.
"Whatever makes you happy." Wuming wondered if he should sneak a peek at the legendary young master later.
"You'd better never show your face in front of my apprentice."
"You know this is impossible. Before your disciple becomes a Divine Master, I must cling tightly to your disciple's coattails and cultivate a good relationship with him. Please leave me a Divine Pill when the time comes!"
Fu Hua's face turned red. A divine pill? What kind of concept is that? Eating it could lead to being exposed in broad daylight. Moreover, refining a divine pill would consume an unknown amount of manpower, material resources, and financial resources. A Ming was really too naive.
The reason Ye Xiruo and Zishu appeared today was naturally because of the inexplicable message Jingli sent a couple of days ago. They definitely wouldn't go to that inn; if their master found out, it would cause a huge problem. Then Zishu came up with a good idea: since their master ordered takeout from Zuixianju, was it possible for them to go there for a meal themselves? That wasn't impossible.
So, the two of them disguised themselves and came to try their luck. Had their master gone too far, staying in Danwang City for so long without returning to the Danwang Palace? Zishu's luggage was almost ready; he was just waiting to say goodbye to Jingli before leaving.
"Shopkeeper, the usual."
"Young Master, the two medicinal dishes you requested are sold out. Would you like to order something else?"
Ye Xiruo didn't mind; she couldn't force him. If he didn't want it, he didn't want it. Anyway, she wasn't really there to eat at Zuixianju, so she nodded and agreed.
The shopkeeper's heart was pounding; thinking of Jingli's instructions, he felt immense pressure.
"Change to these two items! Also, bring me a plate of cold shredded vegetables, braised pig's trotters, and braised peanuts."
"Both of these medicinal dishes are sold out today."
"Could it be that business at Zuixianju has been too good lately? Not necessarily. Isn't this the same as last time? Tell me, is there some kind of trouble? For example, is our raw materials monopolized and we can't buy them anymore? Or is someone deliberately going against Zuixianju and trying to cause trouble?" Countless conspiracy theories flashed through Ye Xiruo's mind. Zuixianju's business was so good, with daily spirit stone revenue of several thousand high-grade spirit stones. It was bound to attract the envy of some people. Who the hell wanted to cause trouble? She'd have Senior Sister Su Su kill him in a heartbeat.
The shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He really wanted to say to the young master, "You're overthinking things. From the day Zuixianju opened, anyone with eyes, a heart, and a brain knows that Zuixianju has a very powerful background. We can't afford to offend them."
Since the opening, although there have been some underhanded tactics, no one has openly tried to cause trouble. The reason there's no food today is clearly because the people the Palace Master brought are just too good at eating; one person ate enough for dozens of people, and it was all top-grade medicinal cuisine.
The daily stock of top-grade medicinal cuisine is limited, and today's stock has been almost completely depleted, so I'm truly sorry to the young master.
"That's not true. A young master from a prominent family bought up a lot of the top-grade medicinal cuisine, so we're out of stock."
"Remember next time that top-grade medicinal cuisine and premium spirit wine are subject to purchase limits. If you want to clear out your inventory, forget it."
"Yes, yes, yes." The shopkeeper could only agree for now. The key issue was that the person inside was the Palace Master. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to mention a limit; he would definitely be humanely destroyed, leaving not even ashes. The shopkeeper felt truly wronged.
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