Marrying a Former Supreme God
Yan Yujie Siuman's
Ming Zise did not reply and only smiled mysteriously at all of them. The children were very curious, especially Xiu Jimei. Ming Zise liked the girl's expression of curiosity.
The ball of supernatural energy that enveloped the piece of dark god fruit seemed to start shrinking little by little until it was finally transparent and lost.
A small gust of wind appeared after the layer of golden spiritual energy that enveloped the dark god fruit disappeared.
The piece of dark god fruit turned out to be five black pills the size of a corn seed. Everything floated above the left hand of Ming Zise.
"Pills?!!" They're shocked.
How could Ming Zise concoct pills without an alchemist furnace? His abilities were almost the same as Xiu Jimei who could concoct pills without an alchemist furnace. But Xiu Jimei himself needed two hands and set the temperature that was right on the spiritual flame.
But Ming Zise looks so easy to make. Just let the golden spiritual energy envelop the dark god fruit piece and wait for a while. It finally became a pill in an instant.
It's very unrealistic.
"Teacher, are you human?" xiu Jimei asked jokingly.
Ming Zise did not reply and chuckled, giving the five pills to Xiu Jimei.
"This pill melts easily in the mouth, let Yan Yujie swallow it one."
"Would this pill make Yujie sober?"
"Yes. Yan Yujie had a pure Yin body and a darkness spiritual energy was suitable for him. Don't worry, he'll be fine. The pill would make his soul calm and fuse with the body without any problems." Ming Zise explained.
Xiu Jimei stuffed one pill into Yan Yujie's mouth.
The pill melts in the mouth and immediately goes into the throat. In the end, it may be effective for the body.
Shortly after, Yan Yujie was seen frowning. Signs will be aware. They waited anxiously. Was the pill capable of making Yan Yujie aware?
The ancient rong bear cub seemed to realize something and immediately went to Yan Yujie's side. He sat on his stomach while avoiding the bandaged wound. He was happy because his master was about to wake up.
"It seems to work." Jia Lishan looked at the ancient spirit bear cub so enthusiastically, finally sighing.
Before long, Yan Yujie had indeed awakened with a dazed expression and a headache. When he saw the ancient spirit bear cub, he was reminded of the mature ancient spirit bear that chased after the three ghost race cultivators earlier.
"Ohh!!! That's you!" he shouted while staring at the bear.
Yan Yujie's shouting voice was not small to the point of making those nearby feel uneasy. Xiu Jikai felt displeased and snapped the man's head to silence his mouth.
Yan Yujie finally groaned in pain. "Cousin sister, why did it suddenly hit me?!"
"Why still ask? Can you be more calm when you wake up? Just make people bother!" Xiu Jikai snorted. She was so worried because Yan Yujie fainted but was now indifferent.
"..." - ".Yan Yujie finally realized that she had fainted earlier. I can only apologize.
The ancient spirit bear cub immediately hugged him. Yan Yujie slightly grimaced with the wound on her chest that had been bandaged. The ancient spirit bear cub hugged him again and again. Finally Yan Yujie realized that this ancient spirit bear cub was so powerful when it came to adulthood. He no longer has surprises.
"White, thank goodness you're okay. I'm afraid if I die, you'll be affected. I just don't want you to have an accident" Yan Yujie said.
An ancient spirit bear cub sounds like a mistreated puppy. Yan Yujie could only stroke her extremely soft fur.
Yan Yujie's body was filled with bandages at this moment. The wound has not been healed. After swallowing the dark god fruit pill, Yan Yujie felt a little better but her psychiatric condition was still somewhat tired.
According to Ming Zise, this was because his soul had yet to fully fuse with the body. After the four pills were consumed again, Yan Yujie would return as usual.
One pill every day, that's enough.
"Teacher, thank you for saving my cousin's soul." Xiu Jimei was finally able to sigh in relief.
In the darkness, Wuming who witnessed it was just a head-scalp. His master used that golden spiritual energy to make pills, it was indeed very easy. But it also drains his energy.
Ming Zise was exhausted at this moment. Xiu Jimei probably guessed the reason. To repay the teacher's kindness, he made herbal tea, served breakfast and asked for a short rest.
Ming Zise was not hypocritical and enjoyed all such treatment.
"After this, what should we do with that ghost race?" Yan Yujie was annoyed. He still remembered how Mi Sai, Fan Li and Mei Rong attacked him.
"We'll meet them on the way. Don'worry. There's still a chance for revenge." Xiu Jimei would certainly not stay silent. He ate his breakfast in a fit of rage this morning.
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The Palace of the Misfortune God.
The god of misfortune originally had a fever and rashes all over his body, now feeling much better. Thanks to the medicine taken as well as the medicine given by Ming Zise, he was finally able to take a walk in the courtyard.
But he just wanted to say hello to the morning sun. Morning sunlight is good for the body. Basking for a while might make it heal faster.
The waiter provided chairs, a table and some food on the table. The clean and beautiful backyard spoiled the eyes of all the servants looking at it.
"God, is it okay to sunbathe like this?" The butler was a little worried.
The god of misfortune who was lying comfortably in the reclining chair was frowning. His face was still somewhat pale and uninspired.
"Why is that?"
"God is not a dried salted fish" chirped the butler.
"Brave!" The god of misfortune immediately grabbed the apple of all and threw it at the butler who dared to mock.
But the butler was smart too. Knowing his god was angry, he immediately fled to the palace room.
The other servant felt disbelief. The butler dares to say that the god is like a sun-dried salted fish. It's a sinful insult. Fortunately the god of misfortune did not take this seriously and lay down again comfortably.
"Forget it. Life should be enjoyed. After recovering from the fever later, this god should eat something delicious" he murmured.
But just closing his eyes to enjoy the morning sunlight, a lightning bolt suddenly appeared and struck the Illusionary God Palace.
All the servants shouted in fear. The god of misfortune himself was aghast from his lazy chair and rolled to the other side. He thought lightning would strike him.
A flash of lightning was seen in the sky then descended again for the second time. The purple lightning struck the palace of the god of misfortune indiscriminately before it finally fell silent again.
The god of misfortune was angry again at this moment. "Yes the god of lightning! What's really going on with me lately? Why is it always so fucking? Why did that lightning strike this god palace!" he screamed into the sky.
The lightning voice was of course thunderous. There was a hole in the roof of the palace, it was quite large and still reflected a faint smelly smoke.
The god of misfortune really wants to cry. Did the lightning god not know that the roof of his palace was very expensive?
The butler finally ran over from inside the palace with a panicked expression. "God, god, this is bad!"
"What's wrong?" The god of misfortune is in a bad mood right now.
"The bottle of cold pills given by master Ming was smashed by lightning!"
"What??!!" The god of misfortune experienced a tremendous shock and eventually fainted.
"My god!" The butler panicked even more.