Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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had helped them big time.
‘They didn’t want to continue slaving away in this battle arena for points to go home even after they had been working their butts off for a month!
Hell knows if the mentors would punish them with another assignment if they didn’t complete this time’s mission!
Qiao Mu had it easygoing in her small arena stage battles now. Excluding the first couple of days when people were challenging her in droves, basically no one dared to come challenge her these past few days.
It was for no reason other than Miss Qiao’s mood swings. When she was in a good mood, she would play along with the other party for some practice.
But when she was in a bad mood and also just so happened to encounter an eyesore, then sorry! She just took out a handful of spiritual weapons straightaway to detonate!
‘The spectators had been keeping count. A conservative estimate was that Miss Qiao had detonated around ten handfuls of spiritual weapons.
In the end, the battle aren:
Manager ang dispatched men over to the small arena stage every day to reinforce its defensive layer so as to protect the innocent from harm
What could you say to such a nouveau riche?
Even if you couldn’t provoke her, you could avoid her right!
Just as Qiao Mu took her seat, she saw someone hurry over and bow respectfully to her. “Miss Qiao.”
“Manager Zhu.” Qiao Mu nodded.
‘This middle-aged man, Zhu Zeng, was the senior manager of the Zhu Clan, which was one of the three great patrician families of Wengka City.
Qiao, the family head has sent this humble one to inquire if you have the time to conduct a check-up with my family’s young sir at the Zhu Clan after today’s competitions conclude.”
Qiao Mu glanced at the matches for the next round and saw that most of the matches had pretty much concluded for the day. Thus, she responded with a nod,
“Yes.” Manager Zhu was ecstatic. He promptly cupped his hands and tactfully retreated to the side to avoid bothering Qiao Mu.
Speaking of which, this little lady was the one who had saved the only son of the patriarch of the Zhu Clan.
We would have to start the story from twenty days ago.
After You Batian failed to swindle Family Head Zhu of the blood vermilion fruit, he sent people to encircle and seize it from the latter.
However, the little lady encountered them in the middle and res
ued them in pas
ing.
When she heard that Family Head Zhu possessed a sacred herb that he did not know how to use, everything afterwards happened naturally as a matter of course.
Consequently, the entire Zhu Clan treated Qiao Mu as their great savior who had given them a new lease on life.
This was not only because she had rescued Family Head Zhu, but also because she had cured their family’s only heir of his congenital illne:
Even though the result could be attributed to the sacred-rank panacea’s extraordinary effects, but the little lady played a crucial part too. ‘There was simply no one in the entire Zhu Clan that knew how to utilize this blood vermilion fruit, so it might not even be effective if they just fed it to Young Sir Zhu.
But in reality, the people of the Zhu Clan were too simple-minded.
‘The little lady didn’t rescue Family Head Zhu in passing.
It was because when they coincidentally encountered Family Head Zhu being pursued, the sapling Qiuqiu shouted, “Phat person has the scent of the blood vermilion fruit.”
‘Therefore, she ran over to help and rescue him “in p:
ing!”
After the little stoic got her hands on the blood vermilion fruit, she claimed that she needed to nurture it for two days before it could be used since it had previously been stored improperly.
Asa result, she very naturally transplanted this sacred herb into her Paradise Planet’s medicinal garden!
It was not necessary to use the blood vermilion fruit to alter Young Sir Zhu’s constitution. It would simply be tantamount to cracking a nut with a sledgehammer.
The outer flesh of this blood vermilion fruit could improve one’s constitution and prolong life, while the greatest use of the inner kernel was to
ist one in grasping spiritual roots.
Ordinary people were most likely unaware of this fact. Even she, herself, had only learned this from Long Chuyun’s manuscripts.
In consideration of the Zhu Clan offering a blood vermilion fruit as tribute, the little stoic took great pains to cure Young Sir Zhu’s congenital illness! .
