Chapter 813

True Person Chuhe led Xiaoyu, walking through the medicine garden, showing him various herbs, introducing them as they looked, and then said: "Azure Void was originally born of both water and wood, which is particularly beneficial for the reproduction and growth of living things. Later, Ancestor Huang Yun passed away here, adding a Jianmu Great Dao to this side of the sky, transforming the Wood-Born Profound into Jianmu-Born Profound, adding even more power."

"Therefore, the medicine garden is now only a line behind the main mountain; given time, surpassing the main mountain is not impossible."

Xiaoyu was naturally impressed, then took out the elixir formula written by Xu Henshui to show True Person Chuhe, sincerely asking for advice on what kind of medicinal materials to use and what the appropriate age for the medicinal efficacy should be.

These elixirs were all for mortals to use, and the strongest was only Body Forging, so the age of the medicinal materials couldn't be too high.

Even so, each elixir had to be transformed into elixir Qi, then dissolved with strong liquor, before it could be given to mortals to take. Each medicine had to be divided among at least three hundred mortals so that nothing would go wrong.

Xiaoyu didn't have the heart to compare himself with Chuhe. It was well known that Chuhe and Yu Zhizhuo had special Dharma Forms, both being rare auxiliary Dharma Forms, not known for fighting.

In the Primordial Palace, there was no shortage of fighting experts; rather, this type of top-tier auxiliary Dharma Form was the most scarce, so everyone was extra respectful. And the former Palace Master, True Lord Huang Yun, had long ago concluded that Chuhe was a person of great fortune; although he wasn't good at fighting, his future path would be very smooth.

At this time, True Person Chuhe saw that it was noon, so he said: "Since you've come, nephew, let's eat before you go. My clear soup medicinal pot, paired with snowflake guinea pig slices, is a masterpiece!"

Xiaoyu couldn't reject his elder's face; besides, those who stayed in Azure Void for a long time couldn't treat each other as ordinary fellow disciples. Thus, Xiaoyu nodded and agreed, and True Person Chuhe immediately pulled Xiaoyu to his residence.

The disciples had already prepared a pot of medicinal clear soup, and the old Daoist took out several kinds of good wine he had brewed himself. Xiaoyu couldn't refuse, and upon eating, it was indeed the best taste in the world, so he ate and drank, and in the blink of an eye, a flush appeared on his face; he was actually unable to hold his liquor.

True Person Chuhe smiled: "This wine of mine, I'm not bragging, it's the crystallization of many years of hard work! This wine is based on the recipe of the Immortal Mountain Monkey Wine, improved several times, and added with many rare medicinal materials that are hundreds of years old. An ordinary Dharma Form cultivator would fall after one pot; nephew, you can drink three pots in a row, which can be called a massive capacity."

Xiaoyu's thoughts were already drifting, his emotions on the verge of being out of control, and his tongue was a bit thick: "No, I can't drink anymore. There are people in Yongan City waiting for medicine..."

True Person Chuhe smiled: "No need to rush, it's not an emergency. After taking the medicine, it will take at least ten days to get to the root of it. It's not too late to work after finishing this pot."

Xiaoyu felt a bit uneasy: "There are many who are ill, and some have already died. So I'd better go back early. If Uncle-Master doesn't mind, I'm going to use my Dao power to dispel the alcohol."

Old Daoist Chuhe sighed: "A pity for my good wine..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly sounded from above: "You've just become a Dharma Form cultivator, and you're already drinking like this in broad daylight; what kind of decorum is this? Don't you need to consolidate your Dharma Form? Don't you need to refine your Dao power?"

Xiaoyu looked up and saw a female sword immortal standing in the air, cold as ice, her sword intent as pure and crystalline as an eternal glacier.

Xiaoyu had just enough time to ask, "Who are you?" when True Person Chuhe beside him was already angry, and eight brilliant immortal swords slashed directly at the female sword cultivator in the air, shouting: "What kind of thief dares to trespass on the forbidden land of Azure Void!"

When the female sword cultivator saw these eight immortal swords, mockery appeared on her originally stern face, and she said coldly: "Do you deserve to call these things swords?"

A layer of sword light rippled from her body, actually slashing all eight of True Person Chuhe's immortal swords away; two of them dissipated on their own halfway through. True Person Chuhe let out a loud cry and fell backward.

Xiaoyu was shocked, hurriedly supporting True Person Chuhe, and said angrily: "Daring to run wild on the territory of the Primordial Palace, you really don't know how to live or die!"

The female sword cultivator said lightly: "I've already shown mercy, otherwise all eight swords would have been broken."

Xiaoyu frowned, a sun rising behind him, and Shaoyang Star Lord descended again. The Sun True Fire condensed into an immortal sword in his hand, the sword light instantly extending a hundred zhang, slashing toward the female sword cultivator.

Light shone in the female sword cultivator's eyes, and she said: "This is a sword!"

A sword-holding female immortal appeared above her head, waving her sword to block Shaoyang Star Lord's strike, but she was forced back several zhang. Shaoyang Star Lord couldn't help but look at her with high regard, praising: "To be able to take my full-strength strike, you girl are not ordinary."

Since descending, this was the first time Shaoyang Star Lord had been able to say a normal sentence.

The two sides clashed, and Xiaoyu finally recognized the other's origin: "You are a Jiangong disciple?" "Jiangong, Shangguan Qianmo! What, haven't you remembered anything?"

Xiaoyu was taken aback and felt a bit awkward: "Isn't the ceremony not being held? Why are you here?"

Shangguan Qianmo said coldly: "I rushed thousands of miles to the Xia family, only to find out you had already left. You couldn't even wait seven days, and you didn't even do what you promised. I wanted to see what kind of important matter could make you ignore even the most basic etiquette and promises."

"As a result, I rushed over and saw that the dignified descendant of the Xia family was dead drunk at noon."

Xiaoyu defended himself: "Don't talk nonsense! I have official business to attend to, and I need to ask my Uncle-Master for help. Is there anything wrong with having a meal at my Uncle-Master's place at noon?"

"Official business? A few hundred mortals' headaches and fevers, not a plague or serious illness—is that the important official business you're talking about? You've disappointed me too much."

Xiaoyu's face sank, but he didn't know how to refute it for a moment. He had been away from Azure Void for a long time, so he naturally didn't know the significance of mortals to Wei Yuan, but he saw that everyone was particularly concerned about mortal affairs, so he followed suit and worked for them. As for the significance, upon careful thought, it really didn't have much significance for his immortal path.

He couldn't think of a counter-argument, but True Person Chuhe beside him struggled to stand up, pointed at Shangguan Qianmo and cursed: "You vicious woman, hundreds or thousands of human lives, in your mouth, are so lightly mentioned? How our Primordial Palace disciples act, when do we need you Jiangong people to point fingers?"

"You just cultivated for a long time, relying on the cultivation base piled up by the years. Hmph, looking young, you might be a few years older than me, and I still have to call you Senior Sister."

Shangguan Qianmo was so angry that her face turned livid, and killing intent appeared in her eyes instantly, a bit of sword intent between her brows about to be released.

But just as this bit of sword intent appeared, several cold killing intents locked onto Shangguan Qianmo, instantly letting her know that if this sword Qi were released, she didn't know if the old Daoist would die, but she would definitely die.

Shangguan Qianmo remembered Wei Yuan's god-like means just now, and her heart trembled, thinking it was Wei Yuan playing tricks in the dark again, so this sword wasn't really released. Otherwise, the old Daoist would likely have lost his head.

But this made her even angrier; sword immortals were also straightforward, so she said directly: "Xiaoyu, you broke your promise to my Jiangong just to drink and brag with this old... old Daoist?"

She didn't have the heart to say the word "scoundrel," but the old Daoist didn't intend to let her go, sticking his neck out and saying: "What, if you want to scold, then scold! Aren't sword cultivators all straightforward? I don't think so; there are quite a few cowards here, even scolding someone is hesitant and not straightforward! Are you trying to scold me as a scoundrel, or do you want to scold me as a useless person or a weakling?"

Xiaoyu's face sank immediately. He respected Old Daoist Chuhe, who had been working diligently in Azure Void for many years, quite a bit, and still called him Uncle-Master even if their realms were the same. This was something he couldn't allow outsiders to insult at will.

In the eyes of orthodox Primordial Palace disciples, if someone scolded their fellow disciples, it was the same as scolding themselves.

Shangguan Qianmo frowned slightly. Although she was very angry at the old Daoist, she at least knew the big picture and barely swallowed her anger, saying coldly: "I didn't say that."

As a result, the old Daoist hummed and actually said: "I assume you wouldn't dare!"

Xiaoyu's face changed; once these words were out, it was the rhythm of a life-and-death duel. He naturally couldn't watch True Person Chuhe have an accident, so he stood up, preparing to take this on.

No matter how good Shangguan Qianmo's self-cultivation was, at this moment, a wicked fire rushed to the top of her head. If she didn't say it, she would become a coward, and her clear sword heart might be tarnished.

She immediately raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes containing power, and said word by word: "Then I must say it again: Useless person! Weakling!"

At this moment, a terrifying majesty fell from above, instantly making everyone in the field unable to move, and even Shaoyang Star Lord was pressed back! This majesty was not something an Imperial View cultivator could have; it was already the brilliant immortal majesty!

Then an angry voice sounded, shaking everyone until their eyes went black: "Weakling? Why must the weak one be a chicken?"

Shangguan Qianmo turned her head with difficulty and saw a palm-sized, fiery red little chicken standing on a tree next to her at some point, staring at her, both chicken eyes bloodshot, a bird feather on its head standing straight up like an angry battle flag.

Seeing Shangguan Qianmo look over, the chicken was even more annoyed, saying: "What's wrong with a chicken? Did I eat your spirit rice?!"

(End of chapter)