"Wang Shu, Er Lengzi, bring out the stone mill from my courtyard."
Old Man Zhang's eyes flashed with understanding. He had originally planned to have Wang Shu and Er Lengzi follow Gu Sheng, but Gu Sheng's current arrangement seemed even better.
He did not know Jiang Taixu's origins, but anyone who could endure for so many years in Purple Mountain, clinging to a thread of life even when nearly exhausted, was certainly no ordinary person.
Wang Shu and Er Lengzi—Er Lengzi was Lei Bo—immediately entered the rear courtyard. The two of them worked together to carry out a stone mill.
"Crack..."
Old Man Zhang personally split open the stone. The upper part of the stone artifact slid open along its markings, and a faint fragrance wafted out. A few drops of liquid rippled in the hollow depression.
"This is the spirit liquid formed from an unparalleled divine fruit."
Jiang Taixu stared at the center of the stone artifact. There was only a pool of water there, giving off a faint fragrance. No one knew what it was, but it carried a powerful life force capable of saving his nearly exhausted body.
The current Jiang Taixu was not yet in the neither-living-nor-dead state he would reach several years later. At least, he still possessed a trace of vitality and could circulate his divine power on his own. Even without the Undying Elixir, he could slowly recuperate.
"My great debt cannot be repaid with mere thanks. Jiang Taixu will remember what happened today."
Jiang Taixu nodded slightly to Old Man Zhang and Gu Sheng. He then came to the stone artifact and lifted it. At that moment, a drop of spirit liquid shaped like a phoenix flew over and merged into the pool of divine liquid.
"You've been withered for so many