As the saying goes, once a golden pill enters the belly, when madness strikes, fate is no longer mine to command?

"You mean to say..."

Staring at the abstract little pink thing before him, Fang Mo raised a hand and rubbed his chin. "You used uncooked rice to help your master make pills, and then your master died because the pill furnace exploded?"

"I don't know."

Mei Po slowly shook her head. "Master blew himself up. I didn't do anything..."

"Six."

Fang Mo found it a little hard to keep a straight face. "Can ordinary mortal rice be the same as the spiritual rice in the cultivation world? Not to mention, you used uncooked rice..."

"Is spiritual rice different from regular rice?"

Mei Po thought about it. "I think they both taste pretty good. Oh, right... regular rice doesn't seem to have spiritual energy, but I deliberately put in extra. Master told me to prepare two bowls of spiritual rice and place them inside the pill furnace. I couldn't get any spiritual rice, so I simply found two bags of regular rice..."

"Were you making popcorn over here or something?"

Fang Mo could not help complaining. "That Elder Cao Pi really had terrible luck, running into a thing as filial as you... Why didn't you just worship him as your father?"

"I am a Ten Thousand Year Cold Plum that took human form. Where would I get a father?"

Mei Po instinctively shook her head, then said, "As for that Elder Cao Pi of the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect you mentioned... Hm? Uh... Oh, right, Cao Pi was my master."

"Emmmm..."

Fang Mo stared at the little pink thing before him and fell into thought. He somehow felt as though an old acquaintance had returned.

"It's fine. I just need to make a few adjustments."

Mei Po pulled out a handful of rice from somewhere and spread it across