Chapter 137 Goodies Collected in My Youth
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Returning to the body with one's primordial spirit is faster than riding the clouds, and the two successfully returned to the dungeon.
Duan Jiuyou placed Di Jiang on the small couch, grabbed the Hundred Treasures Qiankun Bag hanging on his waist, and poured out a bunch of small medicine bottles.
She picked and chose from the medicine bottles, sifting out six porcelain bottles. Then she conjured a bowl, poured out a little of each medicine from the bottles, added water, mixed it into a bowl of medicinal soup, and handed it to Emperor Jiang.
"Drink it."
His expression was quite serious, and his movements were fluid and decisive, without any hesitation.
Di Jiang tried to ask tactfully: "Have you studied medicine?"
Duan Jiuyou shook his head: "I haven't learned it."
"You dare to prescribe medicine for me without any training?"
Duan Jiuyou said arrogantly, "Don't worry, they're all good stuff."
He casually picked up two medicine bottles and showed them off: "Floating Jade Vitality Grass and Myriad Spirit Life-Sustaining Flower, either one is a peerless medicine, and they are all good things I collected when I was young."
Di Jiang admitted that the medicine was good: "The good stuff you plundered when you were young, when you were young—" Di Jiang emphasized these words, "the shortest date is more than 60 million years ago, right? Wine is fragrant when aged, but if medicine is left for too long, are you sure it's safe to eat?"
Every single medicine in this bottle is an "ancestor," so don't let him die from taking it.
Duan Jiuyou said in surprise, "Now you're so afraid of death. Don't say that the ancestor didn't teach you anything. My Hundred Treasures Qiankun Bag is different from ordinary ones. As long as something goes into the bag and hasn't been taken out, it can remain sealed as before. I used this method to save a seriously injured general of the Divine Race when I led troops into battle before. The prescription was taught to me by my grandmaster Huangchen Palace. It was these few medicines. He recovered completely in less than half a day."
Di Jiang said, "So these medicinal herbs should still be taken out."
Once taken out, it is no longer sealed away; it's like time, which had been frozen, has started to move again, and has an "age" with a clear price tag.
After being reminded, Duan Jiuyou started counting on his fingers the time when he last got the medicine.
"About three thousand, or forty million years ago?"
Di Jiang smiled and flicked Duan Jiuyou's forehead.
Anything with the character "万年" (wan nián, meaning ten thousand years) in its name should not be eaten.
"Then what should we do?" Duan Jiuyou frowned even more. "You're covered in injuries right now. How about I go to Huangchen Palace? They have a lot of medicinal herbs there. Or we could go to the Tenth Realm and bring Old Man Yan over?"
Di Jiang said, "Is it possible that I also have a Qiankun bag? Although it's not as precious as your medicinal herbs, at least they're fresh and won't kill anyone?"
Duan Jiuyou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was still in the mood to tease her. She thought to herself that it's good to be young. Even with such injuries, he still has the energy to talk back. He's really resilient.
As he instructed, I took out a blue porcelain bottle and poured out a pill for him.
Even after taking the medicine, Duan Jiuyou kept staring at Dijiang, as if he was about to see miraculous effects.
"How are you feeling? Any better?"
Di Jiang was amused by her silly appearance and said, "In another half hour, we can go to the lava pool to fight the Four Divine Beasts again."
Duan Jiuyou knew he was teasing her, so she tilted her head and rolled her eyes at him.
She had many such little expressions, especially when she was angry. Di Jiang leaned against the small couch, watching her and laughing. The two looked at each other, their smiles deepening, as if they could spend the rest of their lives with such a person and time like this and never get tired of it.
Unfortunately, they met too late. She hadn't met him in the past 70 million years, but then the birth of Han Ling and the war between gods and demons occurred. Only by overcoming this challenge together could they be together in peace.
She also lamented that he was born at the wrong time, saying with a hint of regret, "You're unlucky. You didn't meet me when I was at my most spirited. Back then, who was I afraid of? Whether it was a god or a demon, there was no one I couldn't kill. Now you've run into an immortal evil spirit, and it's driving you crazy with annoyance."
Di Jiang said, "Then chop him up and have him as a snack. Eighty million years ago, the gods of the Heavenly Realm were able to seal him at the bottom of the sea, and we can certainly do it too."
Duan Jiuyou said, "I just don't know how effective those four Dragon Phoenix Bells will be. What if it's just another feint, causing you and Bai Yanxing to suffer serious injuries for nothing?"
Di Jiang knew that Jiu You was uneasy. In the past, she was able to stabilize the world and was confident in quelling the chaos in the Heavenly Realm. This time was different. Everything was unknown, and she was uncertain because there were too many variables.
He reassured her, "Don't think too much about it. Battles are won through fighting. If we're lucky, we might not even need the Dragon Phoenix Bell. One Crimson Spirit Grass will be enough to kill Han Ling. Before, when Ancestor Sanguan destroyed the demon Qian Yue, he only used two Xuanhuang Pills. This time we used nine, so it can't be completely ineffective."
Duan Jiuyou still has concerns.
"I'm afraid that if this Xuanhuang Pill is left out for too long, what if..."
"Duan Jiuyou!!"
Suddenly, a fierce roar came from the direction of the side hall, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, as if it was enduring great pain.
The sound was like a cry for help, but isn't Xuanhuang only effective when it's integrated with a demonic spirit?
Duan Jiuyou said, "I'll go take a look."
Di Jiang pulled Jiu You back and repeatedly warned him, "Don't act rashly."
Duan Jiuyou patted Di Jiang's hand.
"Don't worry, I'll wait and see."
...
Outside the side hall, the barrier had disappeared. Either the person who cast the barrier came out of seclusion early and removed it by themselves, or the person was too weak to continue maintaining it.
Duan Jiuyou used his foot to push open the palace door. It was still dark behind him, and candles were burning inside. Half of the candlesticks were overturned, and several decorative glazed vases were broken.
Lying on the Luohan bed used for meditation, Han Ling was clenching his fists and enduring the pain. Upon closer inspection, the rabbit's head had transformed into a human form, and he was foaming at the mouth.
Duan Jiuyou stood by the Luohan bed with her arms crossed, her brows furrowed. This was her usual posture when dealing with Han Ling. She had looked at him in the same way when he was severely injured by the gods and lost half of his demonic spirit.
"What's wrong now? Didn't you say the Crimson Spirit Grass could help you restore your demonic spirit? Did you overdo it?"
Duan Jiuyou observed for a while before speaking.
Han Ling looked at her, his body twitching, but he had no strength to respond.
Duan Jiuyou sat down next to Han Ling with a solemn expression, pulled up his sleeve, and placed three fingers on Han Ling's pulse: "Is he going to die?"
Han Ling remained silent, but his pain intensified, his pulse became erratic, and he curled up into a ball.
Duan Jiuyou seemed to finally realize the seriousness of the problem, and got up to walk outside.
"I'll go and dig out a bowl of the Emperor's heart's blood for you to drink!"
"We cannot use divine blood!"
Han Ling struggled to his feet and weakly said, "My primordial spirit has absorbed too many divine souls, so consuming divine blood is actually detrimental to me."
"Then what should we do?" Duan Jiuyou said. "Should I go to the God Clan and capture two Medicine Masters who can treat your illness? Do you dare to capture them and let them treat you? Are you poisoned or what? I uprooted the Crimson Spirit Grass exactly as you said, didn't you confirm that?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and began rummaging through his treasure pouch.
His expression and movements were somewhat anxious, but he was wondering how much of Han Ling's weakness was real. There was a Soul-Binding Lock in the Qiankun Bag. If Han Ling was really as weak as he appeared, then now was the best time to make a move.
Han Ling had been watching Duan Jiuyou's movements closely. Beneath his seemingly disheveled long hair lay a pair of sinister eyes, as if they were snakes.
Duan Jiuyou finally took out a bunch of bottles and jars. These medicines were even more "hidden away" than the ones he had given to Dijiang before, and they were also much older.
"I happen to have some highly nutritious pills here. Do you think they're safe to take?"
Han Ling craned his neck to look at it a few times, his expression returned to normal, and he wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and sat up.
"I don't feel so bad now."
I knew you were faking it!
Duan Jiuyou cursed inwardly, and his words were equally impolite, showing initial astonishment followed by fury.
"Are you addicted to acting?!"
“It wasn’t acting.” Han Ling sat cross-legged, pounded his chest a couple of times, and let out a long sigh. “I did feel a little uncomfortable just now. I felt like that grass tasted off.”
He glanced at the Arhat table beside him, and Duan Jiuyou then noticed a wooden box on the table, with half a Red Spirit Grass still inside.
He didn't finish eating.
Han Ling said, "The root of this thing tastes sweet, which I felt was wrong. When I inhaled it, I felt a tightness in my chest, so I didn't dare to eat it anymore."
Duan Jiuyou was secretly anxious. All the Xuanhuang was concentrated in the root and stem, and it would be useless if he didn't eat the root and stem.
Duan Jiuyou said, "Are you acting with me because you suspect I tampered with the grass?"
Han Ling explained, "Mainly because I've never eaten it before."
"You say it tastes wrong without even trying it? Let me try it and see what it tastes like!"
Duan Jiuyou strode over aggressively, startling Han Ling so much that he grabbed the grass in his hand.
If you're going to eat this, you have to eat the whole thing; missing even a single root won't cure his illness. He was just pretending to be poisoned to test Duan Jiuyou's reaction.
He was always worried about her, or rather, he was worried about everyone. They all wanted him dead. He had no doubts about the Crimson Spirit Grass before because he hadn't noticed anything unusual about it. But when he took a sip of its sweet taste, he felt something was wrong. His blood was bitter. Could the Crimson Spirit Grass, which was formed from the blood of the Devouring Moon Demon, be sweet?
He held the Crimson Spirit Grass in deep thought, then looked up again: "You didn't tamper with it, but would the gods have? They shouldn't know about its existence. After Qian Yue died, all the gods thought he had vanished into thin air. It's been tens of millions of years since then. Unless Huang Manman finds out, he is the Book of Heaven without words. He must have the ability to find a more complete record."
Duan Jiuyou made a quick decision: "Then don't eat it. Huang Manman values his life very much. He protected you before because he thought the demon race wouldn't get involved. Now that the gods and demons are united to kill you, he will rack his brains to find your weaknesses so that the demon race can win and he can live."
Duan Jiuyou knew that he had to follow Han Ling's line of thought at this point; the more reasons he tried to convince him, the more suspicious Han Ling would become.
As expected, Han Ling started thinking the opposite again.
"But how could they have predicted that I would be injured? I myself never imagined that I would be so badly injured."
He said it again after a while.
"Maybe it's just sweet, and I'm overthinking it?"
He was lost in his own doubts, and Duan Jiuyou didn't say a word, because he knew that saying anything in this situation would be useless, and he could only let Duan Jiuyou make his own judgment.
Much later, Hanling made her next decision.
"This place isn't safe; we need to find a more secure place to eat!"
Duan Jiuyou had a vague sense of unease.
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