Chapter 243 Don't Let It Smell Like Shit
Jiang Xianwan had been channeling spiritual energy intermittently all night, and on her knees was a fish lying belly up, fast asleep.
She sat on a low stool, her mind blank, nibbling on an apple one bite at a time, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the aloof features of the man on the tatami mat.
Emperor Yin was sleeping soundly, seemingly because he hadn't rested for too long.
Her features were vivid, and her soft, dark eyelashes fell together, casting two slightly dark silhouettes beneath her eyelids.
Like a pearl with a halo, her cheeks were the white of cold porcelain, her breath was light and slightly hurried, and her posture was not entirely relaxed.
Only Jiang Xianwan knew that the man before her had nearly lost his life amidst the peaceful chaos of last night.
Fortunately, it's not too late.
However, it seems that Di Yin will be sleeping for a very long time.
Jiang Xianwan turned slightly to the side, blocking the slanting beam of light from the window frame, and then itching to touch his moon-like silver hair.
She talked on and on until midnight last night, and the man who had fainted slowly relaxed, as if drained of all his strength, and fell into a deep sleep.
One hand held her wrist, without applying any force, and that was it for the entire night.
After Jiang Xianwan finished eating the apple, she tried to pull her hand away, and her thin finger bones immediately reacted.
Struggling, hesitating.
Then, she curled up slightly.
It's like being afraid, yet also like pitiful arrogance born of being favored.
Jiang Xianwan placed her palm on his pale hand, brought her lips close, brushed her nose against the hair at his temple, and whispered with a mischievous laugh.
“I heard Elder Ming’s furnace explode, hehe… it must be Lin Qingran who went there.”
It's rare to see Elder Ming cause such a furnace explosion.
The junior brother laughed so hard that it was a constant chorus of "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
Jiang Xianwan felt a subtle, hesitant, and panicked reaction under her palm. Hearing Elder Ming's cursing, she couldn't suppress her desire to watch the show, and... her butt hurt from sitting.
She gently pinched his cheek.
"I'm going out to play for a while. You go to sleep quietly first, and come find me when you wake up."
"Oh, right, Xingxing asked me to bring you some steamed buns. I'll put them on the table later. Remember to eat them when you wake up."
"However, you only had one steamer, but he left three for the fox. The fox ate all three steamers of buns and had an upset stomach all day."
Di Yin: "..."
"Of course, he would never say something as embarrassing as getting a stomachache from overeating."
After the fox finished fighting with Fei Ling, it was carrying three steaming baskets of buns.
While privately sending her tearful messages, he was also boasting about the steamed buns his son made for him in the "We Are a Loving Family" group chat.
They remained silent about the drawer that Di Yin had obtained.
Fei Ling, clutching a steamed bun she had shamelessly snatched, pinched her throat and undermined the fox's plan.
"Brother, these buns seem to have been specially steamed by Xingxing for Wanwan~"
fox:"……"
"Hehehehehehe!" Jiang Xianwan suddenly burst into loud laughter, for some reason.
Di Yin: "..."
The taut finger bones slowly opened, obediently allowing Jiang Xianwan to assume a comfortable position, and then remained still.
Jiang Xianwan placed the snoring fish next to him, got up and stretched her arms and legs, then gently placed a steamer of buns on the table.
Open space outside the house.
Elder Ming and several other highly respected alchemists from the five major sects were discussing something around the alchemy furnace, among them a woman in a white dress who stood out.
Jiang Xianwan glanced around, but before long, Bai Ziye pulled her into another room, where Su Qingliu and Lin Yujin each closed half of the door.
The four disciples tacitly cast a spiritual energy barrier on each other.
Su Qingliu first described the situation he encountered during his night patrol last night.
"Those high-level alien beasts seem to still retain some of their intelligence, while the low-level alien beasts are more prone to going berserk. Although their limbs are stiff, their speed and combat power are several times stronger. When they fight, it's like they're fighting to the death."
Lin Yujin: "Last night, I dissected that low-level alien beast. It took me three strokes to pry it open."
Bai Ziye: "A few days ago, I encountered a dead beast. It looked like it had been dead for a long time, but its body showed no signs of decay, so I burned it."
Jiang Xianwan frowned slightly.
Why does it give off a zombie or zombie vibe?
Thinking of the strange beast she dissected last night, Lin Yujin felt a little uneasy. "That's right, I felt it too. Why does it feel like that thing can come back to life?"
Jiang Xianwan: "Were all those dead alien beasts burned?"
Bai Ziye: "I was afraid of leaving any hidden dangers, so I told Elder Ming and the others that when the disciples of the six sects went in again, they should burn all the corpses of the strange beasts they encountered."
Lin Yujin: "I went to see the disciple whose body was invaded by death energy, but so far we haven't been able to refine a very effective antidote, and Elder Ming and the others dare not give it to him."
Bai Ziye looked through the window at Lin Qingran, who was standing with several elders, his expression inscrutable.
He paused slowly with his brush, tapping it against his palm. "She went to see that disciple last night and got up early this morning."
After observing for a while, Su Qingliu hit the nail on the head, "I think she can cure that disciple."
In contrast to the elders' careful use of each spiritual plant, Lin Qingran seemed quite casual, picking up some spiritual plants at random and putting them into the alchemy furnace.
Even though he wasn't skilled in medicine, he could tell that the combination of those medicinal herbs wouldn't produce any remarkable effects.
But Lin Qingran showed no sign of worry, giving off an air of confidence that she had the victory in the bag.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes flickered.
But how will Lin Qingran remove the death energy without harming that disciple?
Relying solely on elixirs?
impossible.
Elder Ming and the other elders were certainly not unskilled in medicine.
Despite sitting together for so long and working in unison, they still couldn't refine a very useful elixir.
"Let's go take a look."
I'm just idling around anyway.
The four removed the barrier and gathered around the several elders who were busy at work.
Elder Ming caught a glimpse of Jiang Xianwan out of the corner of his eye, and without even looking up, pulled her over.
"Don't just sit there. Come on, take out your pot, grab some spiritual plants, and go over there to stir-fry a few batches of Rejuvenating Pills."
Now that I've entered the Void Ancient Realm, I need to constantly circulate my spiritual energy, which results in a huge consumption of Spirit Recovery Pills.
In order to quickly refine an antidote for the disciple whose body had been invaded by death energy, they worked for two nights and a day, not even having time to drink water, and were so anxious that they almost went bald.
They had originally planned to call a few more disciples who practiced alchemy to come and provide support, but Jiang Xianwan and Lin Yujin arrived just in time.
These two little lads are much more useful than donkeys that pull millstones!
One flip and it's a whole pot full.
High efficiency and high quality.
Lin Yujin stayed up all night to replenish the Rejuvenation Pill in time.
However, upon realizing something, Elder Ming suddenly felt a jolt and quickly pressed down on Jiang Xianwan's hand as she picked out the spiritual plants.
"I don't want the smell of poop!"
Although their Taixu Sect had long since lost all face, the entire sect was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, galloping freely in a direction of unbridled indulgence.
The disciples of Taicao Peak now produce pills that smell like excrement, no matter what they refine.
It wasn't that he was afraid of losing face.
The main concern was that Jiang Xianwan's exceptionally strong-smelling pills would make the disciples of the other five sects vomit.
If things fall apart at a crucial moment, that would be a real disaster.
Elder Ming still has some conscience.
Of course, as for why I have a conscience... let's not go into that.
Jiang Xianwan: "...I..."
Before she could prove herself, Elder Ming gave her a cold look that said, "You little brat, don't you want to look at what you're holding?"
The movements appear elegant, but in reality, they involve considerable force.
He viciously pried a strange-smelling spiritual plant from her hand.
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