The Pill Furnace finished speaking and then vanished, leaving behind a crowd of astounded faces.
「—」
It was unclear how much ti had passed.
Wang Mu, like a drowning man suddenly waking with a start, opened his eyes.
I’m not dead?
Wang Mu took a deep breath, his mind sowhat disoriented.
Wasn’t I in the Divine Heart Fla? Where am I now?
He wanted to get up but felt as if his body was beyond his control. A sensation of weakness overca him. This feeling of weakness was sowhat like the exhaustion from grinding in gas for several nights straight. He couldn’t even struggle to get up; all he could do was lie there with his eyes open.
After a while, Wang Mu noticed from the corner of his eye that he seed to be in a boudoir, lying on a bed. The style of the room sowhat resembled the boudoirs in the dicine King Valley.
"Eh, you’re awake?"
A series of footsteps sounded from outside, and upon looking up, Wang Mu saw it was Granny Gu from the Dan King Sect.
Wang Mu tried to get up.
"Don’t move, don’t move. The grand elder said your body is depleted and weak, and you must rest quietly now," Granny Gu said. "Don’t worry, you’ll be better in a few days... I really don’t know what happened to you... How did discussing the Dao with the grand elder lead to this?"
At this, she paused. To be honest, the relationship between Wang Mu and the grand elder was a bit complicated. She, the Sect Master of the Dan King Sect, also didn’t quite understand it. In terms of seniority, she was a disciple to a disciple of Mo Xilan’s own disciple, so for the mont, she found it rather awkward to address Wang Mu.
"..." Wang Mu.
I’m not dead? I rember I was done for, wasn’t I?
"How is your grand elder...?" Wang Mu asked.
"The grand elder is naturally very well..." Granny Gu replied. "At Immortal Cloud Peak, heavenly ons of the Alchemy Dao appeared, and the grand elder had an epiphany. She will surely advance further. But I have no idea how you ended up like this, Brother Wang."
"This is the Dan King Sect; the grand elder asked us to take good care of you. Just focus on recovering quietly, no need to worry about anything else."
"Once the grand elder has rested well, she said she will co to see you personally."
Wang Mu didn’t respond, thinking to himself, Very well? Could it be her Taoist Heart recovered? Or could it be that Elixir of mine worked? But why am I not done for yet?
After giving a few more instructions, Granny Gu left.
Wang Mu closed his eyes and sensed his own body.
Has my True Yang Spirit Fla ford a Golden Core? This must be the Spirit Pill I refined... the Human Pill... Strange. I clearly succeeded, so why am I still fine? The other two Golden Cores are dim and lackluster...
Sensing this, Wang Mu felt sowhat surprised because he suddenly found another previously unseen Spirit Pill burning with golden flas inside his Spiritual Acupoint.
What is this?
Wang Mu was greatly astonished. Apart from the Primordial Golden Pill and the Mystic Water Golden Core, what is this Spirit Pill burning with golden flas inside ? The golden flas should be the Divine Heart Fla... Moreover, from this mysterious Spirit Pill, a vibrant vitality spread, continuously flowing into his body, gradually restoring his strength and Cultivation.
Could this be a gift from Mo Xilan?
Wang Mu pondered. He wasn’t quite sure of his own situation. But at this mont, he indeed felt rather weak. Never had he felt so weak before. All three Golden Cores were dim and lackluster, relying entirely on the nourishnt from the Spirit Pill burning with golden flas. His body also had little strength.
Wang Mu thought, Well, it’s good to have picked up a small lease on life. But being in the Dan King Sect like this isn’t great... Could Mo Xilan be planning to imprison using force?
This was not good news.
Several days later, Wang Mu gradually regained so strength and felt he could get out of bed.
Granny Gu hadn’t co back again.
Stepping outside, he found himself in a delicate small courtyard, very similar to Mo Xilan’s secluded residence in the dicine King Valley, complete with several Spirit Fields and a small cottage.
Exiting the cottage, Wang Mu saw a figure in one of the Spirit Fields, carrying a dicine basket and picking various Spiritual dicines. From the silhouette, it was a woman. The woman wore a light purple long dress, her white hair reaching her waist. Her profile looked quite aged, perhaps around fifty, yet she emitted very little life force.
Who is this? Wang Mu was startled. Granny Gu? She’s quite different from Granny Gu.
At that mont, the woman turned around, revealing her full aged visage, seeming as if she might pass away at any mont. In her features, Wang Mu recognized a hint of Mo Xilan’s gentleness and beauty.
"Hmm? Awake?"
The woman looked at Wang Mu, smiling faintly. "It seems you’ve recovered quite quickly, not bad."
"You are..." Wang Mu watched her, his tone slightly hesitant.
"I’m not Mo Xilan," the woman shook her head.
"..." Wang Mu said.
I didn’t even say anything.
"I am Mo Xilan’s disciple, Lan Shimu," the woman said. "Our Grandmaster was an unparalleled beauty; how could she be an old woman like ? Don’t get us mixed up, young man."
Wang Mu silently observed her, then approached and asked, "What’s my situation?"
"What situation?" The woman walked out of the Spirit Field, setting down her dicine basket. Dressed in a light purple long dress, she casually smoothed her sleeves like a Mortal World woman and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "Forgotten already?"
"Didn’t you say you wanted to beco our Grandmaster’s Spirit Pill?"
"To beco the Grandmaster’s Spirit Pill, you’ve forgotten that too?"
"..." Wang Mu.
This disciple of hers is quite sothing. Would Mo Xilan really tell her that?
"Why haven’t I died?" Wang Mu asked.
"You are Grandma’s Spirit Pill," the woman smiled. "How could the Grandmaster let you die so easily? If you were to just die like that, what aning would there be for the Grandmaster to continue living? You’ve witnessed her thousand years of experiences, so what do you think?"
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