Sparta probably never expected that he would come back alive after going through hell.
All of this was due to the magical elixir fed to him by the woman in the yellow shirt.
Not long after taking the elixir, Sparta regained consciousness, and the injuries in his body began to heal at an unimaginable speed. What was even more incredible was that he even clearly felt that his life span had actually increased.
Not much, about fifty years, but for Sparta, who is in the Tianlun realm and has a lifespan of less than 200 years, it is really a lot.
How precious are the elixirs that can increase longevity? Even among the major caves, there are very few of them.
Sparta's first reaction to the woman in yellow shirt saving him with the magical elixir was not even to be grateful, but to feel that the other party was a waste of natural resources.
If this elixir is taken by the young master and the young lady, will it extend their lifespan?
After waking up, this thought always lingered in his mind.
Deep down in his heart, he knew that this was just his own whim. The talent possessed by the Shouyuan clan had destined the lifespan of everyone in the clan from the moment they were born. It could not be changed by any acquired means. The elixir No, the formation doesn't work, and the techniques don't work either.
I know I know, but this layer of thoughts is still lingering in my mind and can't go away.
After surviving by chance, Sparta finally witnessed what it means to be impermanent.
Ever since Reinhard took advantage of the power of the Great Perfection of Soul and stayed in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion for a moment, the City Lord's Mansion's attitude towards Illya quickly made a 180-degree turn, sending the house away and then sending it off. People and even carriages are equipped with more than one driver.
As a result, Illya, who was originally dependent on the strong man Sparta, suddenly became the owner of one of the top mansions in the City of Two Realms. There are more than thirty people in total including housekeepers, accountants, cooks, maids, coachmen and guards. , became a veritable blonde lady.
Even in the palace of the Jinyao Empire, the titular princess had never enjoyed such treatment.
Another insight from Sparta is that there is often only a thin line between love and hate.
Looking at Miss Illya and the woman in yellow shirt, who are as close as sisters, the strong man is relieved and can't help but feel filled with emotion.
Not long ago, the blond lady used to call her a "devil" and gnashed her teeth with hatred towards the woman in yellow. Now she keeps calling her "Sister Xiaowan" and follows her around like a little tail all day long. The eyes flashed with admiration from time to time. If the hair color and appearance of the two people hadn't come from different families at first glance, they might be misunderstood as sisters.
In the past few days together, Sparta never stopped observing the woman in yellow shirt, and his conclusions were quite different from his previous assumptions.
The woman's name is Shen Xiaowan. She is seventeen years old, only one year older than Ilia, but she has at least saint-level strength. Her cultivation talent is unheard of, and her sect and origin are unknown.
It is said that with her appearance, figure and enchanting qualifications, she is a sought-after top existence in any field. She should be a proud, domineering person.
However, after close contact, Shen Xiaowan's temper was unexpectedly gentle, and he was also extremely patient with Ilia. Not only did he answer all questions, but he even shared some unique insights on cultivation. Except for being too focused when eating, and eating a little. Apart from being perverted, there is nothing wrong with this girl.
Due to her rubbish training qualifications, Illya has been looked down upon since she was a child. Except for her brother Reinhardt, she has no friends of the same age, so her state of mind is inevitably lacking.
Suddenly meeting such a gentle, beautiful, strong and perfect young lady who helped her at the lowest point in her life, how could she resist? She fell for her in an instant, and it didn't take long for her to regard her as her confidant in life and her goal. .
Although Sparta felt happy that the young lady who had always been alone could make friends, she also felt a little uneasy.
Based on his life experience, it is not difficult to see that Ilia was extremely attached to Shen Xiaowan at this time, and even subconsciously regarded the other person as her spiritual sustenance.
But Shen Xiaowan's attitude towards the girl is obviously more sympathy than friendship.
Regardless of whether you are a lover or a friend, when the emotional balance is extremely tilted, the ending is often not very happy.
It's a pity that Sparta is a rough man and not an expert in emotions. Even if he feels something in his heart, it's just a hazy subconscious. He doesn't know how to express it, and he doesn't have any magic formula to eliminate hidden worries.
"Sister Xiaowan, which domain are you from?"
Ilia's clear voice came to my ears, "I heard that there are so many beauties in Penglai Fairyland. Are you a disciple of Yunding Fairyland?"
"no."
Shen Xiaowan shook her head, "I am a disciple of Piaohua Palace."
Piaohua Palace?
What kind of force is this?
Sparta's heart was moved, and he searched for a long time. He couldn't remember which region had such a cave. A look of confusion immediately appeared on his face. He quickly raised his ears and listened carefully, hoping that his young lady would continue to ask questions.
"This Piaohua Palace must be the best cave in the world. Otherwise, how could we cultivate a genius like Sister Xiaowan?"
However, Illya's thoughts were very fast. One moment she was asking about the origin of the other party, but the next second she began to feel sorry for herself, "Unlike me, who is not as talented as you. Although we are only one year apart from you, our cultivation levels are worlds apart. We will never be the same in this life." Maybe I’m catching up with my sister.”
"uncertain."
Unexpectedly, Shen Xiaowan shook her head again, "Cultivation talent may be high or low, but it is by no means static. When I find the chef brother and ask him to help you regulate your body, it may improve."
"chef?"
Illya asked doubtfully, "Can a chef also change my cultivation qualifications?"
"The chef brother is amazing."
A flash of light flashed in Shen Xiaowan's eyes, and her face was full of nostalgia and admiration, "Not only is his strength unrivaled in the world, but he is also proficient in alchemy, medical skills, weapon refining, spiritual patterns and formations. There is nothing in the world that he cannot do. "
"How can a cook be so good?"
Illya did not despise chefs, and even regarded Chef Gu as a close friend. However, seeing Shen Xiaowan praise that "chef brother" so highly, she felt sour in her heart and felt inexplicably unhappy. She couldn't help but curl her lips and said, " Could it be that he is the Chaos Territory Lord, but I have never heard of any Territory Lord being a cook?"
"Brother Chef!"
But Shen Xiaowan couldn't understand her mood, and kept talking about that person.
"I don't want a cook to improve the capital..."
Illya became more and more irritable, raised her head suddenly, and refused angrily.
The words stopped abruptly midway through.
What caught his eye was the surprised look on Shen Xiaowan's face.
Illya's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly followed her line of sight, only to see a white figure appear at the entrance of the Pearl Tower.
A young man with handsome features and a smile.
"I should have thought of that."
The man in white smiled and waved his hand in this direction, "If I want to find you, girl, shouldn't I go to a restaurant?"
"Brother Chef!"
Shen Xiaowan's pink cheeks were shining, and her eyes were filled with tears of excitement. Her delicate body turned into a flash of yellow light and slammed into the arms of the man in white.
Is this the person that Sister Xiaowan talks about?
Seeing Shen Xiaowan and the visitor looking intimate and acting ambiguously, Illya's face gradually darkened. She felt empty inside, as if something important had been taken away, and she felt unspeakable chest tightness and discomfort.
…
"Where's Qingfeng?"
As soon as she met Lin Beifu, Cang Youxian hurriedly asked, "How is he?"
In the past, no matter how important things were, when two people met, they would always exchange warm and affectionate greetings.
"Come with me."
As if he was not used to Cang Youxian's changes, Lin Bei's eyes flashed with a strange look, but he quickly came to his senses, turned around and led the way without any hesitation.
Cong Youxian moved her jade feet and followed closely behind. The movement of the two seemed leisurely, but their speed was extremely astonishing. In the blink of an eye, they had crossed several miles and arrived in front of a side hall.
"Your precious apprentice is inside."
Lin Bei raised his hand and said, "But he was injured too badly. Although I used medicine to keep him alive, I'm afraid..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind his words was self-evident.
Luo Qingfeng's situation is not optimistic.
Cang Youxian's expression changed, her body flashed, and she instantly appeared inside the side hall. She followed her apprentice's scent and searched for him, then broke into a house without ceremony.
On the bed, a handsome man in a blue shirt was lying undressed. His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost impossible to feel the vitality in his body.
If not Luo Qingfeng, who is it?
"Breeze!"
Cang Youxian's beauty turned pale, and she quickly came to the bedside, grabbed Luo Qingfeng's wrist, and carefully felt his physical condition.
The vitality in Luo Qingfeng's body alternated between strong and weak, as if it was about to extinguish at any moment, and it seemed that an external force was forcibly protecting the fire of life. In her opinion, these strange phenomena of dying but not dying were probably caused by Lin Bei's words. Caused by life-extending drugs.
"Feel sorry."
Lin Beiman's apologetic voice came from behind, "I tried to use the power of chaos to heal his injuries, but the conflict between your and my family's techniques only aggravated his injuries."
"I am here."
Zang Youxian said in a deep voice, "He can't die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right palm, as white as jade, was pressed against Luo Qingfeng's forehead, and a majestic and gentle breath poured in from the center of his eyebrows, constantly moisturizing every bit and inch of his body.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, a sudden change occurred.
Cang Youxian felt an extremely strange force coming from Luo Qingfeng's eyebrows, grabbing his energy at an unimaginable speed. His delicate body trembled, and his whole body suddenly fell into a brief stiffness.
"Snapped!"
At this short moment, a crisp finger snapping sound suddenly came from behind.
