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Before Ling Hong could finish speaking, he watched Yi Qing summon flames in his hands The fish bones turned into a transparent liquid before his eyes, which floating within the fire.
He wasn’t dreaming, was he? This was… too quick, right?
“A container!” Yi Qing reminded Ling Hong.
Ling Hong hesitated for a moment before he finally responded. “Oh? Oh!” He hurriedly searched for something that could store the liquid. After a few seconds, he picked up an empty bottle from the table and handed it over.
Yi Qing took the empty bottle and poured the translucent liquid into it before immediately handing it back to Ling Hong. Then, he turned to study the other fish bones. In a low voice, he asked, “Do you need all of these refined?” He would do it on account of the container of ingredients that Ling Hong had brought him.
“Huh?” Ling Hong stared blankly at Yi QIng. He nodded instinctively, “I do.”
“Mm,” Yi Qing responded. Then, the deviant flames appeared in his hands again. He threw the fireball toward the container. Immediately, the container caught fire. The fish bones inside it became refined within three seconds. A translucent ball of liquid floated up out of the container. The container below, however, remained completely intact.
Yi Qing did not bother to ask this time. He raised his hand and caused the ball of liquid to split into 10 different streams, which each ended in a different empty table on the bottle.
“Thank… Thank you!” Ling Hong stuttered his thanks. The thought of helping his brother fully recover filled his mind so that he did not even bother to ask what kind of deviant fire Yi Qing was using. He picked up the essence of fish bones from the table and said excitedly, “My older brother has a cure now! I’m going to brew the medicine immediately!”
Once he finished speaking, he turned and picked out herbs from all around the room. Lonemoon watched and realized that all the herbs Ling Hong was picking were slow-working medicines that could help one to replenish Qi and nurture their cores. Perhaps he had been well prepared for this very moment. After gathering the herbs he needed, he quickly smashed them into powders and juices before mixing them together. He added the essence of fish bones last.
Lonemoon frowned as he watched from the sidelines. He could not help but ask, “Fellow Daoist Ling, why aren’t you refining pills directly?” Although he was using ordinary plants, Ling Hong would still be able to refine pills that would be more effective than this joke of a medicine.
Ling Hong stared blankly back at him and asked in a confused manner, “What do you mean… refine pills?”
“…” Lonemoon could not believe his ears. Ling Hong had not even heard of refining pills. Was he really a cultivator? Suddenly, Lonemoon understood something. Could it be that there were no pill cultivators here? “Do you all use this method to produce medicine over here?”
“That’s right!” Ling Hong nodded. Seeing that Lonemoon was at a loss for words, he said apologetically, “Fellow Daoist Lonemoon, are you a teacher of medicine? Could there be… something wrong with the method I used to produce the medicine?” He began to panic.
“That’s not it.” Lonemoon shook his head. “I’m just quite curious. Can I study medicine a bit more closely?”
“Of course you can!” He handed the bottle of medicine to Lonemoon without hesitation. “My brother will have to consume three bottles of this medicine each time for it to be effective. I have to produce two more bottles.” He turned around and gathered more herbs.
Lonemoon studied the bottle and saw that the fish bone essence had become green, and it carried with it the fragrance of herbs. After studying the medicine with his divine perception, Lonemoon frowned. He turned to Yi Qing and asked, “Chef, do you think this medicine is going to be effective?”
“No!” Chef answered immediately. “The fish bone essence can fix his meridians, but there will still be demonic Qi in his dantian.”
Lonemoon had the same thoughts. Drinking this medicine will allow Ling Wen Xuan to stand up again, but he would still be unable to cultivate. What’s more his own cultivation may be weakened by the demonic Qi in his dantian. It looked like the standard of medicine in the Void Land was unsatisfactory.
Once again, he scanned the herbs all around the room. After pondering for several minutes, he finally understood why there were no pill cultivators here. There were no spirit herbs at all! Pill cultivators used spirit herbs and immortal herbs to refine pills, but there was too much chaos in the Void Land that resulting in no spirit Qi at all in the plane. Instead, there was a clutter of waste all around the plane. That was why spirit herbs could not be grown in a place like that. Naturally, there were no pill cultivators in the plane.
Lonemoon turned to look at Ling Hong, who was still excitedly producing the medicines in the hope that his brother would recover fully. He pondered for a moment, then retrieved a pill that could remove demonic Qi from one’s body. Lonemoon slipped the pill into the bottle, then used his immortal energy to mix the pill into the liquid. He took it as Ling Hong’s reward for working for them earlier.
Ling Hong finished producing the medicine very quickly. The remaining two bottles of medicine were done in no time. He greeted the three of them, took one bottle of medicine and walked out.
“Older Brother, the medicine is done!”
“So quickly?” Ling Wen Xuan, who had been reading, stared up at his brother in disbelief. The few of them had only gone up for several minutes. “Didn’t you say that the bones would take-”
“Fellow Daoist Yi Qing had a special method of refining the fish bones speedily. That was how I managed to produce the medicine so quickly!” Ling Hong explained. He quickly handed the bottle of medicine over. “Older Brother, please have it!”
Ling Wen Xuan nodded. Just as he was about to open the bottle, Lonemoon handed the bottle in his hands to Ling Wen Xuan instead. “Have this bottle first, so that I don’t have to keep holding onto it.”
The two brothers paused. An apologetic look flashed across Ling Hong’s face as Ling Wen Xuan quickly reached out for the bottle, opened it, and drank the medicine. it was not a big bottle – Ling Wen Xuan finished it in a couple of gulps. A few moments later, he felt a warmth rise up, from his dantian. It was almost as if the icy aura that had remained there for a long time had dissipated.
He became overcome with excitement as he took the next bottle and gulped it down. He looked up and stared at Lonemoon in confusion. Then, he continued drinking the medicine until he finished the third bottle.
“Older Brother, the medicine will take about three days to fully kick in,” Ling Hong said excitedly. “You will be better in just a few days.”
“Mm,” Ling Wen Xuan responded. He turned to look at Lonemoon, cupped his fists and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for all of your help this time. I, Ling Wen Xuan, will keep this in my heart forever.”
“Don’t stand on ceremony,” Lonemoon replied.
He lowered his gaze and an odd look flashed across his eyes. He hesitated and said, “Can I ask, earlier-”
Before he could finish speaking, the sound of a bell ringing came from outside. Suddenly, something red and white burst into the room and charged straight at Lonemoon. It took with it a faint but sharp sword Qi.
“Be careful!” Ling Hong shouted.
Lonemoon raised his fan to fend it off and the light immediately fell to the ground with a ring. They all looked down and saw a golden little dagger on the floor, broken in two.
“This is…” Ling Hong’s eyes widened in shock. “Teacher Yan’s golden dagger! Why is it here? Could it be…”
His expression darkened as he turned to face Ling Wen Xuan, whose face reflected his own.
