Initially, he intended to select the first option.
The Primeval Mending Pill costs one hundred thousand each, but even more concerning was the absence of the pill in the current fortune - telling pool. That pool was a perk from the game developers, and option three's prompt clearly indicated that the Primeval Mending Pill was far more expensive than one hundred thousand.
Moreover, this was merely the Primeval Mending Pill, not an Immortal - grade pill!
If he chose option one, what would happen if the entire Qingyun Sect somehow became overly aggressive?
Although a Soul Transformation cultivator at full power could easily defeat late - stage Soul Transformation cultivators, they couldn't protect Fang Qingzhi.
Furthermore, the strength displayed by a cultivation sect was only part of the picture. Who knew if there were mysterious sacred lands harboring ancient, reclusive cultivators in closed - door meditation? If they provoked the juniors and then the seniors appeared, he wouldn't be able to withstand them...
Chen Ping An's left hand, which was petting the cat's head, began to rub repeatedly as his thoughts raced.
He didn't think his concerns were unfounded.
In general, in cultivation category games, plot choices often influence the game's progression. A moment of inattention could lead to a bad ending.
What good would a game restart with a new electronic girlfriend do then?
That wouldn't be his Fang Qingzhi.
After a brief hesitation, his finger pressed option two.
"This matter will be set aside for now. Once Qingzhi's affairs are settled, we'll find a place to discuss in detail."
The distant voice was steady and resonant, commanding belief.
Wu Duan Tian silently chided himself for being too hasty and quickly cupped his hands in apology: "You're right, you're right. Qingzhi's situation is more important... I've lost focus."
He didn't demand an immediate response.
In his view, a great cultivator capable of refining the Primeval Mending Pill wouldn't engage in petty schemes. At most, they might later discuss compensation. But if it could restore Zhao Lingtian's Dantian, he'd empty his coffers— it would be worth it.
Everything would be justified.
Fang Qingzhi wanted to remind her senior but had no chance to speak.
A voice sounded in her ear:
"Rest easy, I have plans."
It turned out her senior had been well - aware all along. Her worries were unfounded.
Fang Qingzhi took a deep breath, her heart calming, yet she felt foolish for her anxiety.
A person like her senior, appearing young but likely of advanced age, had traveled more paths than she had eaten meals. Did she really need to worry so much? Instead, the senior had to reassure her.
It was truly unnecessary...
Lost in these thoughts, her ears burnt lightly. She quickly cast aside her distractions, raised her eyes, and her gaze fell on Xiao Yicfeng, the second disciple of Chixiao Peak.
Xiao Yicfeng had been comforting Mu Bai Shuang when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.
Turning his head, he met Fang Qingzhi's indifferent gaze.
His scalp tingled, and memories flooded his mind.
In his recollection, Fang Qingzhi had always been submissive. When had she ever cast such a look? Even during the most painful drug trials, she would fear indifference.Despite daily tasks of guarding the spirit fields and tending to spirit herbs, leaving her bruised and battered from those thieving sparrow demons, she would always wear a forced smile.
Fang Qingzhi had always admired his alchemical talent.
No, he had thought she admired his alchemical talent.
Over time, he had begun to demand her help with medication trials and spirit field chores, shifting from polite requests to haughty commands. He felt entitled to do so, occasionally gifting her unused pills, though they likely held little use for her.
He believed this was sufficient...
But was it really enough?
"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Yicfeng snapped back to reality, his hand holding the cool, boneless hand of his junior sister, Mu Bai Shuang. Her pitiful eyes stared at him. The little girl was terrified, having cried at Yun Zimo's screams until her face turned pale.
Yet, despite her fear, she still mustered concern for him.
He was now trembling with fear? What was there to fear!
Xiao Yicfeng didn't notice the faint red mist swirling in Mu Bai Shuang's eyes.
Qingxuan Taoist, sitting cross - legged beside Wu Duan Tian with eyes closed, suddenly opened them and glanced toward Xiao Yicfeng, a flicker of confusion crossing his brow.
That aura just now...
Impossible!
His Chixiao Peak disciples couldn't have issues. They had all been strictly screened by him. Perhaps only their moral character had strayed a bit.
Despite his words, Qingxuan Taoist remained vigilant, subtly memorizing the fleeting aura.
"Fang Qingzhi, why are you staring at me? What have I done to you? Don't forget all the pills I've given you!" Encouraged by his junior sister, Xiao Yicfeng regained his spirits, stepped down from the platform, and confronted Fang Qingzhi with a raised head and puffed chest.
"Then I must thank you for the abstinent pills, worm - expelling pills, and laxative pills..." Fang Qingzhi counted them off on her fingers, triggering laughter among the surrounding Qingyun Sect disciples. Xiao Yicfeng's face turned as red as a monkey's behind.
She paused, her eyes cold as frost, and continued:
"Oh, right, there's also that counterfeit normal Great Recovery Pill you gave me. The fire toxin burned inside my body for ninety - three days, keeping me sleepless at night and unable to eat during the day. At the worst point, even walking was a struggle! You're truly a fine second disciple of Chixiao Peak, my wonderful Senior Brother Two!"
Xiao Yicfeng's expression shifted. He had known Fang Qingzhi would bring up this incident.
After the grand competition, when Mu Bai Shuang was injured and Fang Qingzhi was struck by Lu Changtian's palm, spitting blood non - stop, he was the only one who visited Fang Qingzhi in her cave dwelling. He ostensibly offered a Great Recovery Pill for healing, but in reality, it was a disguised fake pill.
He watched as Fang Qingzhi gratefully swallowed it, and within half a quarter of an hour, the fire toxin erupted.
At the time, he had remarked that Fang Qingzhi should empathize with his junior sister's suffering.
But did Fang Qingzhi have any evidence?
Was she planning to swear another Great Dao Oath? Was she courting death?
Did she not fear a deficient karma or a damaged destiny, becoming a short - lived wretch?
Moreover...
"Junior Sister, I am but a seventh - rank alchemist. Though I possess minor talent, I cannot guarantee the removal of all pill toxins. How can you prove I intentionally harmed you?"
Xiao Yicfeng crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and spoke condescendingly:
You often come to my place for medicine trials, and your body is highly sensitive to pills. You're almost like an alchemist yourself. Can't you tell if a pill contains fire toxin? I say you're an ingrate, gone mad, treating our kindness as nothing! "
Fang Qingzhi, looking at the overbearing Xiao Yicfeng, suddenly felt a wave of nausea. Even after being expelled from Qingyun Sect, even while awaiting death in a dilapidated hut, she had never imagined her once - admired Senior Brother Two could turn into such a despicable person.
However, she indeed lacked direct evidence.
The words Xiao Yicfeng had spoken were known only to the two of them.
As Fang Qingzhi felt somewhat at a loss,
a cold snort suddenly echoed from the void behind her:
[Interesting!]
[Xiao Yicfeng, as an alchemist, can you always detect fire toxins in pills?]
Xiao Yicfeng paused, detecting fire toxins in pills was fundamental for an alchemist. If one couldn't master this basic skill, how could they call themselves an alchemist?
Thus, he nodded promptly: "Of course!"
[If that's the case, then argue your case for me!]
As the voice fell, ten brocade boxes flew out from the void behind Fang Qingzhi.
They were all Basic Mortal Great Rejuvenation Pills.
These were the most fundamental pills, with thoroughly researched formulas and simple compositions due to their low grade.
Xiao Yicfeng gazed at the pills in confusion. They all appeared to be normal Mortal Great Rejuvenation Pills, with no distinguishing features, even seemingly from the same batch.
So what was the senior's intention?