On the seventh floor of the Wind God Tower, Chu Xisheng stood with Bai Xiaozhao on his shoulders, studying the spinning stone pillar in front of him.
Bai Xiaozhao’s body was limp, listlessly gazing at the stele.
Two days ago, when Ween Zhiyi was absorbing blood, Bai Xiaozhao, who was also stepping on Chu Xisheng’s head, mustered the courage to try and swipe at Ween Zhiyi’s face with her claw.
But before she could swing her claw, her Divine Sense was frozen by Ween Zhiyi.
Luckily, the opponent harbored no Kill Intent, rely sealing her cognitive abilities.
Much like how the Heaven Slaying Blade could slay thoughts in people’s hearts, Ween Zhiyi temporarily sealed her consciousness.
However, Ween Zhiyi was clearly giving her a lesson. The aftermath of this freezing technique was considerable, and Bai Xiaozhao hadn’t recovered since.
Chu Xisheng, on the other hand, was radiant and full of energy.
The compensation Ween Zhiyi provided could hardly be described as abundant.
Ten Shennong Heart Protecting Pills aside, they were equivalent to ten Third Grade Magical Artifacts.
Additionally, the three ’Divine Refining Essence Pills’ Ween Zhiyi gave not only restored his Essence but also further stimulated his Bloodline Power, advancing his cultivation and saving three months of training ti.
However, when the Wind God Tower finally cald down, Chu Xisheng sensed the atmosphere around him was quite unusual.
Beside him, Chu Yunyun had been cold-faced for three days, her eyes like frosted mirrors, barely acknowledging him.
Behind them, both Lu Luan and Ji Qianqian looked sullen, exuding a chilling aura.
Ji Qianqian’s expression was slightly better, but even when Lu Luan spoke to him, his tone was stiff and icy.
Nearby, Yan Guilai, Zong Sanping, and other peers occasionally glanced over at them, their expressions tinged with suspicion and conjecture.
These gazes inevitably landed on him, filled with confusion and admiration.
This left Chu Xisheng feeling like he was on pins and needles, as if thorns pressed against his back.
Nonetheless, he maintained an outward calm, as if he was serenely unfazed, despite these piercing looks.
The situation was complex, extrely complex, but the timing wasn’t right to address it yet.
For now, they would just have to let things be.
Landmines must be defused one by one at the appropriate monts.
If they touched the mines now, it would certainly trigger a chain explosion.
But just as Chu Xisheng fully grasped the Wind’s Sound on the seventh floor, Chu Yunyun extended her hand toward him.
"Give those ten Shennong Heart Protecting Pills."
Chu Xisheng was stunned for a mont, then hurriedly placed the Elixir Bottle into Chu Yunyun’s hand, curiously asking, "Weren’t you quite disdainful of them at first?"
Two days ago, after the battle had ended, he intended to hand the Shennong Heart Protecting Pills to Chu Yunyun, only to be rejected with a wave of her sleeve.
At that ti, Chu Yunyun’s small face was icy cold, furious!
"You paid a price for them, why not use them?"
Chu Yunyun’s voice remained frosty: "Moreover, you asked before, if we fought Ween Zhiyi with all our might, what were the odds of winning? I said forty percent at the ti, but now it’s different; after that battle in the mist, I barely have a twenty percent chance."
Chu Xisheng was taken aback: "How could it be so?"
He realized imdiately, it must have been because Ween Zhiyi’s internal conditions had improved.
Damn!
Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but cover his forehead, thinking this was like picking up sesa and losing waterlon.
How could I be so confused?
Yet, upon reflection, he realized sothing was off; did he really have the ability to refuse at the ti?
It was rely a distinction between a deal and coercion.
Chu Yunyun had no intention of answering; she looked at the Elixir Bottle in her hand: "Now it depends on how effective these Shennong Heart Protecting Pills are. If they’re potent, there might still be a forty percent chance."
The efficacy of this Detoxification Elixir is by no ans constant; it varies with the alchemist and the ingredients used.
The single prescription passed down by the ancient Shennong, the quality of the elixir depends entirely on one’s skill.
The two of them spoke softly, almost in a whisper.
From the back, Lu Luanti eyed Chu Xisheng and Chu Yunyun with suspicion.
Since escaping from the ice, she had injured so of her Primordial Qi, never fully recovered, her small face pale as paper.
Yet at this mont, Lu Luanti was more curious about Chu Xisheng and Chu Yunyun’s true identities.
Were they actually the impoverished aristocrats fleeing from Taishan County after the flood to Xiushui County?
Lu Luanti had long found the siblings odd, but never delved deeper.
She also always suspected, the mysterious expert might be hidden among them, even suspecting Chu Yunyun at one ti.
However, this little sister Chu always had an alibi.
But who could survive with Divine Poison and Divine Curse in their bodies?
Lu Luanti did not doubt Ween Zhiyi’s words.
This Master of Extre East Ice City had no reason to lie.
From Chu Xisheng’s reaction, it seed quite likely.
This made Lu Luanti’s mind complex, both angry and apprehensive, yet also curious.
Had the situation been more convenient, Lu Luanti would have loved to pull Chu Xisheng by the ear and demand every detail.
Beside her, Ji Qianqian, having mostly figured out this form of ’Wind’s Sound,’ turned her head curiously asking, "Luanyi, actually earlier in the mist, I saw soone using the Dream-like Blade and Divine Illusion Sword to wound Ween Zhiyi. That was your father Lu Chen, wasn’t it?
Lu Luanti’s heart skipped a beat.
Oh right, always preoccupied with Chu Xisheng and his sister’s issue, I forgot about my father.
She almost nodded instinctively, but before she could, rembered this woman was an undercover spy for the Police Pool of Blood.
"Lu Chen? How could Lu Chen be my father? Qianqian, what are you talking about?"
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