When Zhou Xi woke up, he found himself still in the pool, and the intense pain was still everywhere. Zhou Xi wanted to climb out of the pool, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Zhou Xi looked towards the pool and found that Xiuzhu had disappeared. He soaked in the medicine juice weakly, and almost choked on it several times.
Zhou Xi exhausted all his strength before he could finally cross his knees and sit in the pool to practice his skills. With the influx of spiritual energy, the pain was no longer so unbearable. He didn't know what Xiuzhu had done to him, but Zhou Xi still didn't have the strength to climb out of the pool.
In this way, Zhou Xi fainted and woke up in the pool, woke up and fainted again. In the end, the severe pain made Zhou Xi's mind begin to become confused.
Zhou Xi knew that he might die this time.
Taoist Baopu, who used to come every day, never showed up, and Xiuzhu was nowhere to be found. He wanted to find someone to pull him out of the pond, but there was no one there.
Zhou Xi was soaking in the pool drowsily. He didn't know how long it was before Zhou Yuanyuan arrived.
Zhou Yuanyuan waited until Zhou Xi had absorbed the medicinal power before she heard Zhou Xi say these words.
Could it be that... the person who wanted to harm Zhou Xi wasn't Taoist Baopu? Was it that servant Xiuzhu?
Zhou Yuanyuan was a little confused.
The bad guy she had always thought of was suddenly cleared by Zhou Xi, and Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little bit amused and confused.
After being swept halfway up Jinping Peak by Taoist Baopu's sleeve, He Jingjing felt humiliated. She jumped to her feet, not daring to look at the servants who gathered around her to watch the fun, and ran down the mountain with her head covered.
After practicing for over a month, He Jingjing finally completed the process of drawing Qi into her body last night. As a newly minted cultivator, He Jingjing hadn't learned any new skills yet, but her legs and feet were much stronger than usual, and she ran at a lightning speed.
At the corner of the mountain path, a young man in green appeared. He Jingjing didn't stop and bumped into him.
"Ouch!" The boy staggered after being bumped by He Jingjing and fell on his butt to the ground.
During the fall, the boy's clothes were half opened, and a small jade bottle rolled out of his arms and fell to the ground.
He Jingjing was stunned and bent down to pick up the small jade bottle that had rolled down at her feet.
The young man was startled and didn't care that his hand was bleeding from being scratched by the gravel on the mountain path when he fell. He jumped up from the ground and tried to grab the small jade bottle in He Jingjing's hand, shouting anxiously: "Give it back to me!"
He Jingjing subconsciously took a few steps back, just avoiding the boy's hand.
Seeing the boy's pale face, He Jingjing couldn't help but shake the bottle in her hand, and could vaguely hear the sound of liquid shaking inside.
"Junior sister, this is a very precious item. Please return it as soon as possible." The young man clasped his fists towards He Jingjing and pleaded.
"Tsk! What's so special about a broken bottle? I have plenty of them." He Jingjing remembered that she had seen Wu Xiuyun take out more than a dozen small jade bottles of various shapes from her storage bag. She lost interest in the simple jade bottle with some pattern on it in her hand and threw it at the boy.
The boy was a little dazed. He didn't expect He Jingjing to throw the small jade bottle at him. He had to catch it in a panic. In his panic, the boy knocked the lid of the small jade bottle crooked.
The young man Hao Xuancai caught the bottle, but some of the liquid spilled onto his collar. A rich aura wafted out from the boy's collar and the uncovered mouth of the bottle, refreshing the heart and making He Jingjing want to get closer to breathe a few more times.
Seeing the liquid in the bottle pouring out, the boy's face changed drastically. After hurriedly plugging the bottle, he ran away without even looking at He Jingjing.
"Hey!" He Jingjing cried out. She really wanted to ask what was in the bottle. Why did it smell so good? She took a whiff and felt the spiritual energy in her body circulate rapidly. After a few minutes, the spiritual energy finally calmed down.
After the young man ran a distance, he put the small jade bottle with the lid back into his arms. He stretched out his palm and pressed it carefully.
The unique fragrance from the collar of his shirt lingered in his nose for a long time. The young man was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. If someone smelled this scent, he would be dead today.
The young man was Xiuzhu. While Zhou Xi was steeping the medicinal concoction, he took the drop of century-old chalcedony that Taoist Baopu had instructed him to add every five or six hours. Xiuzhu's younger sister, Xiaoyun, possessed three spiritual roots and worked as a handyman at Caixia Peak. Xiaoyun was clever and well-behaved, and her cultivation was rapid. At the age of ten, she had already reached the pinnacle of the second level of Qi training. The peak master, Hongxiu Zhenren, adored her. Because of this, Xiaoyun was envied. Three months ago, Xiaoyu was startled while practicing, causing her breath to stray and scatter throughout Xiaoyun's meridians.
Xiaoyun's meridians were damaged, and she was unable to practice cultivation. Every time she absorbed spiritual energy into her body, it would dissipate in her meridians and could not be transported to her dantian.
After taking Xiaoyun's pulse, Master Hongxiu sighed. She said that in Xiaoyun's case, only a magical elixir like Hundred-Year-Old Jadeite could mend the ruptures in his meridians. Otherwise, Xiaoyun would be useless.
From a cultivator with great potential to become a cripple, Xiaoyun's heartache can be imagined. Even more heartbroken than Xiaoyun was Xiaoyun's brother, Xiuzhu. In Xiuzhu's mind, Xiaoyun was the cultivator most likely to reach the Foundation Establishment stage in their family. Because of their poor spiritual roots, Xiuzhu and Xiaoyun's parents held little status in the family. Xiaoyun's transformation into this state was even more unacceptable to Xiuzhu than it was to Xiaoyun.
It is impossible for a low-level cultivator family like the Xiuzhu family to find a spiritual medicine like the Hundred-Year-Old Chalcedony. Even if there are cultivators willing to auction it, they cannot afford it.
Just when Xiuzhu was worried, Taoist Baopu unexpectedly took out a bottle of hundred-year-old chalcedony for Zhou Xi to use for body building. After Taoist Baopu left, Xiuzhu could no longer resist the temptation in her heart, took the chalcedony and ran to Caixia Peak.
Xiuzhu didn't dare let anyone know that he had stolen Zhou Xiyong's century-old chalcedony, so he sneaked to his sister's place.
There wasn't much chalcedony in the small jade bottle, but there were still about ten drops.
Xiuzhu watched Xiaoyun take a drop of chalcedony and then sit cross-legged to refine it. He didn't dare leave and had to wait until Xiaoyun finished refining the chalcedony. Compared to his own sister, Zhou Xi's life and death had long been forgotten by Xiuzhu.
It took Xiaoyun three full days to absorb the spiritual energy in a drop of chalcedony. This drop of chalcedony also successfully repaired the cracks in Xiaoyun's meridians.
When Xiuzhu saw that her sister was fine, she remembered Zhou Xi who was still soaking in the medicine.
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