Chapter 475

From the first-grade Profound Yellow Fruit to the fifth-grade, Hua Changxi refined a total of five fruits to break Jingsheng's physical shackles.

The Profound Yellow Fruit is truly a wonder of heaven and earth; the effects were immediate.

Jingsheng began to absorb the Qi and blood power from the Zhurong Stones again, and the speed became visibly faster, like a parched land suddenly encountering sweet rain.

Under the scouring of that massive amount of Qi and blood, his originally withered and frail body gradually filled out; his atrophied muscles began to become firm and full, and even his stagnant bones began to grow with crackling sounds.

At this moment, Jingsheng exuded a vigorous vitality from the inside out.

Nourished by the vast Qi and blood, Jingsheng's aura climbed step by step, becoming increasingly formidable.

Hua Changxi stood quietly to the side, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking through his skin directly into his body—she saw countless tiny red lights quietly emerging within the surging river of blood.

These points of light gathered like stars, instantly intertwining and condensing, turning into blood-red chains of bloodlines.

As the bloodline chains re-condensed and formed, the nine terrifying, shocking blood holes on Jingsheng's back actually showed signs of granulation tissue wriggling, beginning to reveal signs of healing.

Watching this scene, the heart Hua Changxi had been holding finally settled back into her stomach. She took out another batch of Zhurong Stones and arranged them around Jingsheng to ensure the Qi and blood power was sufficient, then walked toward Gongshu Xingyan.

"Have you considered it?"

Gongshu Xingyan no longer had the mindset of 'relying on being a master artifact refiner to hold her for ransom'. Looking at Hua Changxi, his expression was very solemn: "What do you mean by 'considered'?"

Hua Changxi 'looked' at the Nascent Soul in Gongshu Xingyan's dantian, which was nailed with eighty-one black nails, and said very clearly: "I have a way to remove the ghost nails on your Nascent Soul. What price are you prepared to pay?"

Gongshu Xingyan looked astonished: "You can see that my Nascent Soul's spiritual breath is sealed by ghost nails?"

Hua Changxi's expression was calm: "I am a physician."

Gongshu Xingyan looked deeply at Hua Changxi. He discovered that this person was even more formidable than he had imagined: "I can refine artifacts for the Zhu Que Army, but, I am a master artifact refiner after all..."

Hua Changxi interrupted him: "What is the highest grade of magical artifact you can refine?"

Gongshu Xingyan tilted his neck: "Before I was captured by the Ghost Clan, the highest magical artifact I refined was sixth-grade. However, when I was imprisoned in the Ghost Prison, the Ghost King once asked me to refine a seventh-grade magical artifact. Although it wasn't successfully refined in the end due to a lack of materials, the grade of the semi-finished product was above sixth-grade."

Hua Changxi listened with a look of suspicion: "You, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, can refine seventh-grade magical artifacts? Are you trying to trick me into thinking I don't understand artifact refining?"

Gongshu Xingyan huffed: "Do you know what an artifact refining genius is?" He wore an expression as if Hua Changxi was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Hua Changxi looked at him and began to ponder, calculating silently in her heart, then said: "I will help you remove the ghost nails on your Nascent Soul, plus the favor of saving you from the Ghost Domain. You refine military equipment for the Zhu Que Army for one hundred years, and we will be even."

Gongshu Xingyan felt a bit weary: "Hall Master Hua, to save that kid, you gave the Ghost Fire Order and the Profound Yellow Fruit. Why are you so stingy when it comes to me?"

Hua Changxi looked at him expressionlessly: "Not to mention that my ability to escape Heavenly Punishment and leave the Ghost Domain relies entirely on Jingsheng; just the fact that Jingsheng guards the Ghost Fire Well single-handedly, preventing ghost energy and ghost fire from overflowing into the mortal realm—this merit of self-sacrifice to protect the world is not something an ordinary person can compare to."

"Tell me, how can you be compared to him?"

Gongshu Xingyan opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but finally found he had nothing to say and could only remain silent.

Seeing him like this, Hua Changxi did not urge him.

By now, the matters at the Ghost Fire Well could be considered to have come to a temporary end.

This batch of Zhu Que soldiers under Fang Zhuyue is guarding the Ghost Fire Well, practicing the 'Red Nether Flame Prison' while recovering from their injuries; Jingsheng's injuries have also stabilized and are in the process of healing, so she doesn't need to keep watching him; and that group of rogue cultivators has been handed over to Song Weimin to manage...

Hua Changxi's gaze fell back onto Gongshu Xingyan: "I am going to take Song Weimin to take over Nanxiang County, and after that, I will be in seclusion to heal my injuries for a period of time. You can think it over well here."

"I hope that when I come back next time, you will have considered it clearly."

Seeing Hua Changxi about to leave and then go into seclusion to heal, Gongshu Xingyan immediately became anxious.

He is not some young person who doesn't understand anything. Having suffered Heavenly Punishment, her injuries must be quite serious. Heaven knows how long Hua Changxi will be in seclusion.

"I agree to your terms."

It's just refining military equipment for the Zhu Que Army for one hundred years; he will refine it. At least he is back in the mortal realm now. Even if the situation is bad, it won't be as bad as when he was trapped in the Ghost Prison.

Seeing him agree, Hua Changxi immediately smiled: "Don't keep such a straight face. Rest assured, I am not someone who treats her own people poorly. You refine artifacts well for the Zhu Que Army, and I will not be stingy with your cultivation resources."

Afterward, Hua Changxi gave instructions to Fang Zhuyue, telling him to guard the Ghost Fire Well well, and then took Gongshu Xingyan out of the Nine-Layer Prison Tower.

As soon as they came out, Hua Changxi quickly took out the Lucky Doll mask and put it on.

Seeing this, Gongshu Xingyan's mouth twitched violently: "What is this..." What kind of mask is that!

Hua Changxi pointed to the group of rogue cultivators outside the tower: "They have all taken the Dust-Forgetting Pill and have already forgotten about seeing me. Now, I cannot let them see my face again; I don't want to leak my identity information."

Gongshu Xingyan couldn't bear to look: "You are the Hall Master of Lingguang Hall, after all. Don't you have a decent mask artifact?"

Hua Changxi: "... I like wearing this kind of mask."

Gongshu Xingyan scanned Hua Changxi's dharma robe with the corner of his eye, also with an expression of disdain. Seeing Song Weimin not far away, who already had over three hundred subordinates, he felt it necessary to get on good terms with Hua Changxi. He immediately flipped his right hand and took out a set of white dharma robes and a white mask.

"A gift for you."

Hua Changxi looked at the dharma robe and mask being handed over. Although surprised, she reached out very quickly: "The Ghost Clan didn't confiscate your storage artifact?"

Gongshu Xingyan huffed. The Ghost Clan certainly wanted to, but how would they know he had long since refined his right thumb into a storage treasure?

He didn't answer, and Hua Changxi didn't mind, her attention entirely on the dharma robe and mask.

The dharma robe and mask were clearly a set. Once she touched them, she felt they were extraordinary—at least much better than the fourth-grade dharma robe Tong Yao had given her.

It's just that the color is white, which she doesn't like very much.

Gongshu Xingyan seemed to know her thoughts and spoke up: "I named this set of dharma robe and mask 'Follow-Heart'. As the name implies, the color, patterns, and style of the robe and mask change according to your heart."

Hua Changxi widened her eyes, looking suspicious: "You're exaggerating, aren't you?"

Gongshu Xingyan huffed: "Try it and you'll know."

Hearing this, Hua Changxi no longer hesitated. As she lightly raised her hand and her sleeves fluttered, the dharma robe automatically covered her body like flowing water.

Her thoughts shifted slightly, and a blooming red lotus appeared in her mind.

In an instant, the originally plain dharma robe turned into a crimson color, and layers upon layers of lotus patterns grew out of thin air on the skirt.

As her spiritual power circulated, Hua Changxi, wearing the dharma robe, seemed like a red lotus blooming in the wind, delicate and dripping with beauty, and there was even a faint, elusive scent of lotus in the air.

A flash of surprise crossed Hua Changxi's eyes, and then her thoughts shifted again, thinking of the Zhu Que spirit shadow.

The next moment, the dharma robe suddenly became iridescent, interwoven with red and gold, and a lifelike Zhu Que pattern slowly emerged, its wings spread as if to fly, its spirit natural and divine.