Chapter 56: A Firepit with Glowing Embers

For a moment, Gu Xiaomai could not quite figure out the causal relationship between the increase in the volume of the special liquid and the disappearance of the tugging sensation while making soup. Overall, however, both were undoubtedly good things.

Putting the green-skinned walnuts back into his bag, he walked over to Yumi, who was still practicing her staff techniques.

Seeing Gu Xiaomai approaching with the bag, Yumi put away her staff and said, "Let's head back."

"How did you feel about the soup from last night?"

Yumi wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled as she said,

Xiao Heng, if you are still the same Xiao Heng that I, Lin Moheng, once knew, please help us. Organize the boats so my husband and I can go find Nasi and persuade the common people to come to the dock and board the ships.

"Since I am now the Fifth Sister, you must listen to me. Speak less and do more!" Xinghe stepped lightly down from the carriage.

Shortly after, the lead instructor skipped the basics entirely and began teaching directly from the techniques of alchemy.

A coachman wearing a bamboo hat sat quietly on the front bench of the carriage, his gaze scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

"Young Master Shengyu, please don't ask anymore." Bai Lechao truly did not wish to bring it up again; merely mentioning the matter made her heart ache.

Buran squatted down and patted her head, saying, "Be a good girl. I will write to you, and when I have time, I will come to visit you."

"Eat it yourself! You're the one who got hurt, not me!" Qin Xue picked up a chicken leg, wanting to give it to Chu Molin.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you eaten yet?" Fourth Master walked in, looking at Qu Rumei, who was resting her cheek on her hand and deep in thought at the kang table.

A wave of bitterness surged into his heart, and he finally grasped a shred of reality amidst the panic and confusion of his amnesia.

On this day, the two of them were once again drinking by the campfire, and somehow the conversation drifted toward Wei Che.

This Dragon Whisker Root was a sixth-grade spiritual material, growing only in secluded valleys imbued with primordial dragon breath. Every single root usable for compounding medicines must have been nourished and nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and dragon breath for ten thousand years. Its true value long surpassed the scope of sixth-grade spiritual materials.

On this day, every household of any standing would perform the most solemn rituals to sacrifice to their ancestors, the earth god, and the rain god, praying for heavenly blessings, favorable weather, and all manner of auspicious fortunes.

"No need for nonsense. Open fire and execute them!" the team leader's earpiece crackled with Zhao Hongyou's order.

This Neon Cloud Island sounded like anything but a hospitable place. Gu Qing let out a cold laugh, her speed surging as she shot off into the distance. Yet no sooner had she flown a few dozen zhang than her body experienced discomfort, her complexion changing rapidly—turning green one second and cyan the next, looking utterly terrifying.

The Great Dao of the Golden Elixir produced no more golden-winged roc birds; the gateway to the core of the Dao elixir finally opened to Xu Wen, allowing him to comprehend the wondrous mysteries of the Great Dao along the fringes of the golden elixir's phantom.

An hour later, inside the dilapidated yet clean courtyard, Limping Li politely invited the three of them to sit down.

Yet now, everything had been reduced to ashes. Since it was a conspiracy, Chen Xuan had to display a sufficiently formidable power to deter the malicious elements within the Sacred Fire Sect.

"I'll give you the antidote, I'll give you the antidote, just don't do anything rash!" It didn't matter if other people went blind, but when it came to Yang Weibu Lunju, keeping his own eyes was paramount. He hurriedly rummaged through his pockets and handed a packet of medicine to Jin Fuguang.

With this astonishing speed, before Yezhang could even react, the spear was already poised right between his brows.

What was even more wondrous was that the fruit of the Bodhisaccharide Sacred Tree was bestowed only upon those with a predestined affinity. If that affinity had not yet arrived, no amount of forced striving would be of any use.

Mu Yan suddenly felt like crying. She turned around, and the moment she lifted her eyes, she caught sight of Tang Xinyuan's starlight-filled eyes brimming with intrigue. Their sparkling radiance was like the stars in the night sky, leaving Mu Yan momentarily at a loss as to how she should react.

"I wasn't frightened, I just couldn't quite figure it out," Lu Xiu said, lacking the heart to continue teasing Nalan Zi, and finally began to speak.

She had eyes; of course she saw that her guards were fighting with the attendants of this obnoxious young master before her. What she wanted to ask was, why did this young master have so many attendants stationed outside her villa?