Originally, he had wanted to choose the first option.
Not to mention that the Primordial Patching Heaven Pill costs one hundred thousand each, even if there were no more Primordial Patching Heaven Pills in the Koi Pond, which was a benefit provided by the game developers, the prompt for option three also indicated that the price of this item was certainly not just at the hundred thousand level.
Moreover, here we are talking about the Primordial Patching Heaven Pill, not an Immortal-grade item!
If he chose the first option, what would he do if the entire Bluecloud Sect underwent hyper-masculinization?
Although a Grand Transcendent at the peak could defeat these late-stage Transcendents, it couldn’t protect Li Qingran!
Furthermore, the strength displayed openly by this cultivation sect was only a part of its true power; who knew if there were any mysterious holy lands with old hermits in seclusion? If those came out to fight, he wouldn’t be able to handle it…
Chen Huai’an’s left hand, which was stroking the cat’s head, began to rub repeatedly, his thoughts racing.
He didn’t think his concerns were unnecessary.
Generally, in this kind of cultivation game, once story options come into play, they can affect the course of the game, and a slight misstep could lead to a bad ending.
What good would it do to start over and get a new digital girlfriend then?
That wouldn’t be his Li Qingran.
After some hesitation, he pressed down on option two.
[This matter can wait. Once Qingran’s situation is handled, we can talk more in detail somewhere else.]
The ethereal voice was steady and convincing.
Wu Duantian also silently cursed himself for being too hasty and quickly clasped his hands in apology: “Indeed, indeed. Qingran’s matters are more important… it was my oversight.”
He didn’t expect an immediate response.
In his view, a great cultivator capable of refining Primordial Patching Heaven Pills wouldn’t bother with such convoluted affairs; at most, they might discuss remuneration later. But as long as Zhao Lingtian’s dantian could be restored, even if it meant emptying his coffers, it would be worth it.
Li Qingran intended to remind her senior, but had no chance to speak.
Instead, she heard a voice:
[Patience, I have everything under control.]
So her senior had always been clear about this; she had worried unnecessarily.
Taking a deep breath, Li Qingran felt calmer but still felt foolish.
A person like her senior, who looked young, could be much older, having walked paths she could never imagine. Did she really need to worry so much, and now needed comforting from her senior?
It wasn’t right…
Thinking this, she felt her ears heat up and hurriedly pushed those distracting thoughts aside, lifting her eyes to gaze at Xiao Yifeng, the second disciple of Chixiao Peak.
Xiao Yifeng, who had been consoling Mu Baishuang, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Turning around, he met Li Qingran’s indifferent gaze.
His scalp tingled, and memories surfaced involuntarily.
In his memories, Li Qingran had always been submissive, when had she ever shown such a look? Even during trials, where she suffered immensely, she always acted as if it didn’t bother her. Even when protecting spirit fields and managing spirit herbs, despite being beaten by thieving bird spirits, she always maintained a cheerful demeanor.
Li Qingran had always admired his alchemy talent greatly.
No, he thought Li Qingran had always admired his alchemy talent.
To the point where, without realizing when, he started treating her requests for trials or field management as demands rather than requests. He believed it was justified, as he often gave her unused medicinal pills, even though they might not have been useful to her.
But he felt that was enough…
But was it really enough?
“Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Xiao Yifeng snapped back to reality, holding a cold little hand, soft as silk, and looking into the pitiful eyes of his junior sister, Mu Baishuang. This girl was terrified, crying non-stop after hearing Yun Zimo’s screams, her face pale.
Yet she was still trying to comfort him despite her fear.
Was he still afraid? What was there to be afraid of!
Xiao Yifeng did not notice the faint red mist swirling in Mu Baishuang’s eyes.
Qingxuan Daoist, who was meditating with closed eyes beside Wu Duantian, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced towards Xiao Yifeng, a hint of confusion crossing his brow.
That aura…
No, it couldn’t be!
How could a disciple of Chixiao Peak have problems? They were all carefully selected, although their personalities might have strayed a bit.
Even so, Qingxuan Daoist kept a watchful eye, secretly noting that fleeting aura.
“Li Qingran, why are you looking at me? Have I done anything wrong to you? Don’t forget how many medicinal pills I’ve given you!” With encouragement from his junior sister, Xiao Yifeng regained his spirit, stepped down the stairs, and faced Li Qingran defiantly.
“Thanks for giving me those—Fast-Acting Nourishment Pills, Insect-Repelling Pills, Laxative Pills…” Li Qingran ticked them off on her fingers, causing the Bluecloud Sect disciples around them to burst into laughter, Xiao Yifeng’s face turning as red as a monkey’s bottom.
She paused, her eyes cold as frost, and continued:
“Oh, and the fake Great Recovery Pill you gave me, which burned with fire toxicity for ninety-three days, kept me from sleeping at night and eating during the day. At its worst, I could barely walk! You truly are a good second disciple of Chixiao Peak and a good second senior brother!”
Xiao Yifeng’s expression changed. He had known Li Qingran would bring this up.
After the martial arts competition, Mu Baishuang was injured, and Li Qingran was coughing blood after being hit by Lu Changtian. He was the only one who visited her in her cave. On the surface, he said he gave her a Great Recovery Pill, but in reality, it was a fake pill.
He watched her gratefully take it, and within half an hour, the fire toxicity erupted.
At the time, he even said he wanted Li Qingran to experience the suffering of a junior sister.
But did Li Qingran have any evidence?
Swear by the Great Dao? Was she willing to risk her life?
Didn’t she fear that her fortune would be lacking, her destiny damaged, and that she would become a short-lived ghost?
Besides…
“Sister, I’m just a seventh-rank alchemist. Although I have some talent, I cannot guarantee that all the toxicity in the medicinal pills can be completely removed. How can you prove I intentionally harmed you?”
Xiao Yifeng crossed his arms, raising his chin in a domineering manner:
“You frequently come to me for trials, your body has become very sensitive to medicinal pills, almost like a fellow alchemist. Could you not tell whether a pill contains fire toxicity? I think you’re just ungrateful, crazy, thinking we’re worthless to you!”
Li Qingran looked at the domineering Xiao Yifeng, suddenly feeling a surge of nausea in her stomach. Even when expelled from the Bluecloud Sect and waiting to die in a dilapidated hut, she had never imagined her once revered second senior brother would become such a despicable person.
However, she did not have direct evidence.
Only she and Xiao Yifeng knew the words he had spoken.
Just as Li Qingran was at a loss,
A cold snort sounded from the void behind her:
[Interesting!]
[Little Feng, tell me, can a pill alchemist definitely know if a pill contains fire toxicity?]
Xiao Yifeng froze, recognizing that identifying fire toxicity in pills was a fundamental skill for an alchemist. If he couldn’t even do this basic task, what was the point of being an alchemist?
So he immediately nodded: “Yes!”
[Since that’s the case, then let’s debate this thoroughly!]
As the words fell, ten brocade boxes flew out from the void behind Li Qingran.
Inside were the most basic, foundation-level Great Recovery Pills.
These were the most basic medicines, with the formula studied thoroughly, and the lower the grade, the simpler they were.
Xiao Yifeng puzzledly looked at these pills, feeling they were all normal foundation-level Great Recovery Pills, nothing special, even coming from the same batch.
Then what was the purpose of this senior?
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