Chapter 233: Divine Medicine, Immortal Pills

Song Qingwei took the small green pill from Duoduo's hand, didn't examine it closely, and asked curiously, "What's this?"

"For you to eat," Duoduo said.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingwei didn't hesitate and put it straight into her mouth.

Lin Li, just emerging from the bathroom, was stunned.

"Mom, don't eat it."

Song Qingwei paused and looked at him in surprise. "Why not?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

At this moment, Xingtie Haotian and Xingtie City's mayor, Xingtie Haoyuan, the two brothers, stared in disbelief—such cultivation could only be subdued by their own hands; ordinary people couldn't possibly handle it, and they instantly felt overwhelmed.

"You!" Zhang Xiao hadn't even properly excited himself before Katrin ruined it, but his attention slowly shifted to the contents inside the box.

"You're wronged!" Chen Guhong remained expressionless throughout. After Gao Zhuang finished inhaling, he walked to the dead horse's head, gently stroked it, shook his head, and sighed in regret.

Qin Xiao also sensed the overwhelming murderous intent from the ancient demonic creature—he had no choice but to fight.

Passing through one space after another, thoughts flashed through his mind, yet all were wildly chaotic, like the disordered spaces themselves.

When the red sun slowly rose, the person who had sat still all night stepped out of the room, gazed at the unusually brilliant red sun, and began the day with complex emotions.

The Manghuang Palace's master, who had just been smiling, now wore a serious expression, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Yun Qing, hold my shoulders; Yun Zongzhu, hold Yun Qing's waist—we're going." After Ling Chuxi gave the order, she felt Yun Qing grip her shoulders, then slowly flew out on her sword.

Qin Xiao surveyed the group of nearly five hundred people—over four hundred were Second-Step Ancient Saint realm cultivators; more than eighty percent were Second-Step Ancient Saints.

Even though it was out of necessity, being fully pressed and held by him for so long made Nong Xue begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Just as Wang Xinxin and the other two exited Chang'an City, Changsun Wujie entered the palace to report to Li Er about the Mangzhou matter.

The crowd in the arena wanted to rush forward to help, but knew they were far inferior to Song Taigong, so they waited for an opportunity.

After the song ended, Wang Xinxin nervously glanced at the slightly embarrassed Changsun Xiu, then at the gloomy Qin Qiong and Changsun Wujie, and finally at Cheng Lao Yaojing, who was laughing uproariously.

"Alright, let's rest—I really can't walk anymore." Yun Xiao, exhausted, collapsed onto the grass, as if he lacked even the strength to sit.

At the end of his words, he imitated her tone precisely to deliver a sarcastic retort, then added a look of contempt.

Earlier, because Meng Sun Linglong needed to develop, the enemy's five members had grouped up to capture Diaochan; after that, the other four split from Meng Sun Linglong. By the time they regained their senses, Meng Sun Linglong had already been cut down by Cao Hong and Lingyin.

"Hmph, Yun Fengjin, are you plotting rebellion? Don't dare speak so disrespectfully to this Prince!" Xuan Yuan Wei shot Yun Fengjin a cold glance; being ordered around by a subject was a blow to his pride.

"Ha! I'm nowhere near as beautiful as the concubine His Majesty once loved and sent away—how could I possibly deserve such rare praise from His Majesty!" The acidic words slipped out without thought.

He was clearly designed as a quiet, taciturn man, yet now, this man who always buried his thoughts inside, keeping every word locked in his heart, was screaming wildly.

Watching the two leave, Ruan Chen smiled—he'd finally fooled them. If he truly had to kill them, he couldn't bring himself to do it; better to keep them alive—they served him quite comfortably.

"Elder, is all this trouble really necessary? Couldn't we just say the ships came from Shangsu City and Shangsha City?" He Yong asked, puzzled.