Qin Shu looked at the dazzling array of pill names and wanted every one of them!
No wonder it is a ninth-grade elixir. These treasures at the bottom of the box are reserved for the ancestors who guard the sect. If it can increase their life span by six hundred years, it can give the sect another six hundred years of stability.
Or when their souls are about to dissipate, use a soul-gathering pill to condense their souls and form them again...
As for that good thing for resetting spiritual roots, maybe it was developed by a powerful alchemist in the past for his juniors with poor qualifications, right?
Qin Shu flipped through many pages, and finally her eyes fell on a name.
"Nine Transformations Soul Nourishing Pill."
Qin Shu was stunned, what a thing! Shouldn't it be an elixir? How come it appears on the list of ninth-grade elixirs?
Qin Shu looked carefully and saw that there were notes at the back.
This elixir is a defective product. When it was first made into an elixir, the spiritual energy in the world of immortality was insufficient. The soul of this elixir was already born, so the elixir was forcibly made and its grade was lowered.
This Nine-Transformation Soul-Nourishing Pill retains 80% of the potency of the original pill, and due to the forced downgrade, the surging potency has not been released. If it is swallowed, it will inevitably cause unbearable pain for ordinary people.
Qin Shu: "..."
She closed the entire book and looked up at Senior Brother Shu You in front of her.
"Senior brother, can I... think about it again?"
There are so many good things, it’s hard to choose.
Shu You took the book in her hand and put it back where it was.
"I understand, the flowers are getting more and more charming. I didn't expect you to finalize it in one go."
He led Qin Shu out of the warehouse again. The moment he came out again, a ray of consciousness swept over the two of them.
Qin Shu didn't feel the fluctuation of consciousness, but her sixth sense suddenly became alert at this moment.
She subconsciously looked around and found nothing strange.
However, this is an important place for the sect, and it is normal for the ancestors of the sect to guard here.
When Qin Shu left, Shu You warned her again.
"This opportunity is rare. Junior sister, please think carefully. That is a ninth-grade elixir. You must choose one that is really useful."
Qin Shu responded with clasped fists. She was still struggling until she returned to the cave.
Which one should I replace? To put it bluntly, each of them is a good thing, but none of them can be used by her now.
As for the future, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
Qin Shu sat on the stone bench in the backyard, holding her head with one hand, staring at the clouds and clouds above her head, and tapping rhythmically on the stone table with her other hand.
Qin Shu thought for a long time, and finally took out the jade slip and found an old friend who had not been in contact for many years.
Yan Ming.
[Xiao Ming, are you there? 】
Yan Ming was stunned for a moment when he suddenly received the message from Qin Shu. He moved his fingers and replied with two words, "Is something wrong?" 】
Qin Shu: [If I remember correctly, you seem to need soul nourishing pills? 】
At this time, Yan Ming also remembered the cake that Qin Shu had painted for him. She had said that if she could refine high-level elixirs in the future, she would help him.
He chuckled and shook his head slightly, his red hair undulating in the wind.
She still remembered this incident, but it was a pity that many years had passed and ordinary soul-raising pills could no longer help his mother.
Yan Ming said truthfully: [I accidentally noticed that my mother left the Zhuhuo Clan three years ago and was injured by an evil cultivator. Now her soul-nourishing pills below rank five are useless. 】
He hasn't had a good life these past few years. He takes on mercenary tasks day and night, earns spiritual stones, and goes wherever there is danger.
But Rao could barely keep his mother alive like this. Perhaps he had taken the Fifth Transformation Soul Nourishing Pill too many times now, and the effect of the medicine was gradually not as good as before.
His brows furrowed, and there was a vicissitude on his face that was inconsistent with his age.
At this moment, the message slip in his hand lit up again, and he clearly saw this line of writing.
[What about the Nine Transformation Soul Nourishing Pill? 】
The blood vessels on the arms swelled little by little, and the palms gradually tightened.
After a long time, he came to his senses.
The nine-turn soul-nourishing pill, a pill of that level should be an elixir, so how could it appear in the world of immortality?
Even if there is, it will be carefully collected by others. How could it be given to a little-known monk like him?
However, Fellow Taoist Qin Shu is not the kind of person who would make fun of herself. Is there any other reason why she would say this?
With this thought in mind, Yan Ming took out the jade slip and sent a message to Qin Shu, [Fellow Daoist Qin, please don't make fun of me. The sixth-level soul-nourishing pill in the world of immortality is already quite rare today, so why talk about the ninth-level soul nourishing pill? . 】
Qin Shu did not follow him in circles and said directly: [Xiao Ming, if there is a Nine Revolutions Soul Nourishing Pill now, but it is only 80% effective, but if you take it, you have to endure the pain of a bone-corroding cone and a painful heart, what do you want? 】
Yan Ming clenched his fists little by little. If it hurt him, he would take the elixir.
But his mother...
Yan Ming's brows became tighter and tighter, "I'll think about it again." 】
He held his injured arm, went to Qisha Pavilion to hand in the task, received the commission, and then walked towards home with heavy steps.
He walked to the door and looked at the half-open door, his expression suddenly changed.
Regardless of his own injuries, he immediately rushed in with his feet raised, "Mom!"
"mother!"
He even called several times but no one responded. Yan Ming was so anxious that he searched all over the house, but still couldn't see his mother.
broken.
His mother must have run out on her own.
He went out to do mercenary tasks and earn bounties, which were all bloody, and he could only leave his mother alone at home.
Before he left, he naturally placed restrictions on his family, but his mother's special talent... couldn't be restrained at all.
Yan Ming hurried out of the house again, searching and asking around the neighbors.
The mother and son left the clan seven years ago. Although they had less fire energy when they lived outside, there were fewer people to bully them.
They searched all the way out, and when they found her mother, they found her dying on the ground.
The clothes on her body were in a mess, and when she leaned closer, she could still hear her mother's murmur, "Mom, you only love your brother."
A voice that was weak but obviously much calmer sounded, "No... Mom loves you too."
"Sister, don't pay attention to this lunatic." This was another voice that was as angry as a gossamer but had an irritating sound.
Then the voice of gnashing teeth came again, "I am a madman! I will take you to death together!"
She suddenly opened her eyes and used her hands as claws to claw at her heart.
Her left hand immediately struck back, and just when they were about to touch, Yan Ming grabbed both wrists, one on the left and the other on the right.
He heard what he just said, and he also knew that his mother's illness seemed to be getting worse.
"Mom! Why did you come out on your own?" He calmed down and looked calm, as if nothing happened.
Her mother's eyes gradually regained focus, and suddenly endless hatred burst out of her eyeballs.
"Brother! You deserve to die!"
