Chapter 844 Nine-turn Soul-nourishing Pill
Qin Shu looked at the dazzling array of names of pills, and wanted every one of them!
No wonder it was a ninth-grade pill. These treasures were left for the ancestors who guarded the sect. If they could increase their lifespan by 600 years, they could give the sect another 600 years of stability.
Or when their souls were about to dissipate, they could use a soul-gathering chain pill to condense their souls and shapes again...
As for the good thing that resets the spiritual roots, maybe it was developed by a powerful alchemist for his juniors with poor qualifications?
Qin Shu flipped through many pages in a row, and finally her eyes fell on a name.
"Nine-turn Soul-nourishing Pill."
Qin Shu was stunned. This thing! Shouldn't it be an immortal pill! How could it appear on the list of ninth-grade pills?
Qin Shu took a closer look and saw a note at the back.
This pill was a defective product. When it was made, the spiritual energy in the world of immortal cultivation was insufficient, and the soul of this pill had already been born. The forced pill was downgraded.
This Nine-turn Soul-nourishing Pill retains 80% of the original medicinal power, and because of the forced downgrade, the surging medicinal power in it has not been dissolved. If swallowed, it will definitely cause pain that ordinary people cannot bear.
Qin Shu: "..."
She closed the entire booklet and looked up at Senior Brother Shu You in front of her.
"Senior Brother, can I... think about it again?"
With so many good things, it's hard to choose.
Shu You took the booklet from her hand and put it back.
"I understand, the flowers are gradually dazzling, and I didn't think you would make a decision at once."
He led Qin Shu out of the warehouse again, and the moment he came out again, a divine sense swept over the two of them.
Qin Shu didn't feel the fluctuation of divine sense, but her sixth sense suddenly became alert at this moment.
She subconsciously looked around and didn't find anything unusual.
However, this place is a sect's important place, and it is common for the sect's ancestors to guard here.
Before Qin Shu left, Shu You reminded her again.
"This is a rare opportunity, Junior Sister, think about it carefully. That is a ninth-grade elixir. You must choose one that can really be used."
Qin Shu clasped her fists and responded. She was still struggling until she returned to the cave.
Which one should I change? To put it bluntly, each one is a good thing, but none of them can be used by her now.
As for the future, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
Qin Shu sat on a stone bench in the backyard, supporting her head with one hand, staring at the clouds above her head, and the other hand rhythmically tapped on the stone table.
Qin Shu thought for a long time, and finally took out the communication jade slip, and found an old friend who had not contacted for many years.
Yan Ming.
[Xiao Ming, are you there? ]
Yan Ming was stunned for a moment when he suddenly received the message from Qin Shu. With a flick of his finger, he replied with two words, [What's the matter? ]
Qin Shu: [If I remember correctly, you seem to need a soul-nourishing pill? 】
Yan Ming also remembered the promise Qin Shu had made to him at this time. She said that if she could refine high-level elixirs in the future, she would help him.
He chuckled and shook his head slightly, his red hair swaying in the wind.
She still remembered this, but it was a pity that many years had passed and ordinary soul-nourishing pills could no longer help his mother.
Yan Ming said truthfully: [Three years ago, I was not careful and my mother left the Zhuhuo Clan and was injured by an evil cultivator. Now, all the soul-nourishing pills below the fifth level are useless to her. 】
He has not lived well in recent years. He has been taking hired tasks day and night to earn spirit stones and go wherever there is danger.
But even so, he was only able to extend his mother's life. Now, perhaps because she has taken the fifth-level soul-nourishing pill too many times, the effect of the medicine is gradually not as good as before.
He frowned, and his face was vicissitudes that did not match his age.
At this moment, the communication jade slip in his hand lit up again, and he clearly saw this line of words.
[What about the ninth-level soul-nourishing pill? 】
The blood vessels on his arm bulged little by little, and his palms gradually clenched.
After a long time, he regained his senses.
The Nine-turn Soul-nourishing Pill, a pill of that grade should be an immortal pill, how could it appear in the world of immortal cultivation.
Even if it existed, it would definitely be carefully collected by others, so how could it be taken out for a little unknown cultivator like him to use.
However, Fellow Daoist Qin Shu was not the kind of person who would make fun of him later. Was there any other reason for her to say that?
Thinking of this, Yan Ming took out the communication jade slip and sent a message to Qin Shu, [Fellow Daoist Qin, please don't make fun of me. In the world of immortal cultivation, the Six-turn Soul-nourishing Pill is already quite rare, let alone the Nine-turn. ]
Qin Shu didn't beat around the bush with him, and said directly: [Xiao Ming, if there is a Nine-turn Soul-nourishing Pill now, but it only has 80% of its medicinal power, and you have to endure the pain of bone-eroding and heart-piercing when taking it, would you want it? ]
Yan Ming clenched his fists little by little. If the pain was on him, he would take the pill.
But his mother...
Yan Ming's brows were knitted tighter and tighter, [I'll think about it again. ]
Holding his injured arm, he went to the Seven Killing Pavilion to hand in the task and received the commission, and then walked towards home with heavy steps.
He walked to the door and looked at the half-open door, his face suddenly changed.
He didn't care about his injuries and immediately rushed in, "Mom!"
"Mom!"
He called several times but no one responded. Yan Ming was so anxious that he searched the house inside and out, but still couldn't see his mother.
It's bad.
His mother must have run away by herself.
He went out to do mercenary tasks and earn bounties, which was a life on the edge of a knife, so he could only leave his mother alone at home.
Before he left, he naturally added restrictions to the house, but his mother's special talent... couldn't be trapped at all.
Yan Ming rushed out of the house again in a hurry, looking for her and asking the neighbors around.
The mother and son left the clan seven years ago. Although they lived outside, there was less fire spirit energy, but few people bullied them.
He searched all the way out, and when he found her mother, he found her lying on the ground dying.
Her clothes were torn in a mess, and he could hear her mother's murmurs when he got closer, "Mom, you only love your brother."
A voice that was weak but obviously much calmer sounded, "No... Mom loves you too."
"Sister, don't pay attention to this lunatic." This was another weak but muffled voice.
Then the gnashing voice came again, "I'm crazy! I'm going to take you to death!"
She suddenly opened her eyes, used her hands as claws, and grabbed her heart.
Her left hand immediately fought back, but just when they were about to touch, Yan Ming grabbed her wrists on the left and right.
He heard what he said just now, and he also knew that his mother's illness seemed to be more serious.
"Mom! Why did you come out by yourself?" He stabilized his emotions and looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
Her mother's eyes gradually regained focus, and suddenly her eyes burst into endless hatred.
"Brother! You deserve to die!"
