"Open it and take a look?"
As Long Aotian examined the box in his hand, Wu Ming also came over with a curious expression and said something.
"OK."
Long Aotian nodded, and without further hesitation, placed his hand on it, applied a little force, and opened the box.
The box was opened, and a burst of golden light erupted from it, dazzling everyone so much that they involuntarily closed their eyes.
When the golden light faded, everyone was stunned when they saw what was inside the box.
There were no magical weapons as I had imagined. Inside the box lay a clean white radish, which looked no different from those sold at the market.
"Radish? How can a radish emit golden light? Does that make sense?" Wu Ming looked at the white radish in the box, a big question mark appearing above his head.
"It's a flashbang, I put a flashbang in the box." Upon hearing this, Mo Shang immediately said.
Wu Ming:???
Long Aotian:???
"Uh, sir, if I may ask, why did you add a flashbang?" Wu Ming asked, surprised.
"Don't you think this is sacred?" Mo Shang asked again.
Wu Ming:...
Wu Ming wanted to curse, but when he thought of the other party's terrifying strength—capable of holding the sun and moon and plucking Starlight from the sky—reason ultimately prevailed over impulse.
"I bet you're thinking, 'What the hell is this thunder?!'"
As if guessing what the other person was thinking, Mo Shang said with a smile.
Wu Ming:???
"No, no, absolutely not..."
Wu Ming shook his head frantically. That was indeed what he thought, but admitting it was impossible.
"I'm not teasing you anymore, this isn't a radish." Seeing this, Mo Shang stopped teasing him and explained.
"Not a radish? Then what is it?" Long Aotian asked curiously.
"This is a Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng, it just looks a bit like a radish from your area," Mo Shang explained again.
If he's going to give something as a gift, he certainly won't give an ordinary radish.
The thing in the box that looks like a radish is actually a ginseng that grows on the Mystic Sky Continent.
It contains pure spiritual energy, making it a great tonic for martial artists in this world.
"I don't remember ginseng looking like this. Boss, what's the use of this ginseng?" Wu Ming scratched his head in confusion and then asked.
"As for its effects, it strengthens the body, enhances cultivation, and prolongs life, among other things."
"It can also be used to recover from injuries. As long as you don't die, taking one pill can bring you back to full health..." Mo Shang thought for a moment before speaking.
Mo Shang wasn't exaggerating when it came to these functions. Anything from the Mystic Sky Continent, let alone ginseng, even roadside grass, would be considered a peerless divine medicine here.
"Wow, is it that scary? If you eat the whole thing, wouldn't you become Superman?"
Hearing about these incredible effects, Wu Ming gasped in shock. His gaze towards the ginseng that resembled a radish grew increasingly intense as he looked at Mo Shang and asked:
"Boss, do you still have any radishes—oh wait, I mean ginseng? I've been feeling a bit weak lately, I need to replenish myself..."
Wu Ming rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation. He could already imagine what it would be like to become Superman...
However, just as Wu Ming was lost in his fantasies, Mo Shang's next words abruptly shattered his reverie:
"Ginseng is good, but at your current level, you can't eat too much, or you might explode and die..."
Despite saying that, Mo Shang was not stingy. He took out thirty ginseng roots from his spatial ring and distributed them to Wu Ming, Long Aotian, and Long Aotian's wife.
"Wow, boss, you bought this ginseng wholesale? Isn't this a bit too much? I only need one..." Wu Ming hugged a bunch of ginseng, his Orb wide open, his face filled with disbelief.
"Homegrown ginseng isn't worth much. Take it and eat it if you like." Mo Shang waved his hand, then took out another ginseng and ate it like fruit.
At this moment, Wu Ming didn't know how to describe his feelings. After a long pause, he finally uttered these words:
"Having wandered for half my life, I only regret not having met a worthy master. If you, sir, do not abandon me, I am willing to become your sworn brother..."
Wu Ming was about to emulate Lü Bu, but he stopped abruptly just as he was about to utter the last word.
The last word seemed to contain a great terror, immediately setting off alarm bells in his mind. If he were to forcefully utter it, there would be only one consequence: instant death!
"You greedy brat, trying to eat and take things at the same time. Don't try that on me; you're too low-level. You can't bear the consequences..."
Seeing this, Mo Shang wasn't too surprised, and spoke with a helpless expression.
Among his descendants are many powerful figures, including those at the Heavenly Connection Realm and even the Immortal Realm.
If Wu Ming were to truly acknowledge him as his godfather, his younger generation would be the first to object, and would immediately follow the cause and effect to beat him up.
"Okay, well, let's eat first, otherwise the food will get cold..." Wu Ming scratched his head awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.
"Yes, yes, yes, you two immortals, let's eat first..." Upon hearing this, Long Aotian quickly made a gesture of invitation.
"Then we won't stand on ceremony..."
Mo Shang nodded and led Jiang Shuyu toward the dining table.
"Don't mention it, don't mention it. It's my honor that you two have graced my humble abode."
Long Aotian smiled and spoke, then looked at his wife Li Yuqiu and said:
" Yu Qiu, please get out that bottle of Romanée-Conti that I've been saving..."
"Wow, Aotian, you've really gone all out! I told you to drive before, but you absolutely refused."
"You're too low-level."
"No, am I really that low-level? Why does everyone say that?"
After a few rounds of drinks, Wu Ming and Long Aotian relaxed and, without their previous restraint, began to perform classic drinking routines.
"Let me tell you, back in the day, I did business with the richest man and learned my lesson. I sold him a bottle of soy milk that cost one yuan for a hundred!"
"What's so special about that? Let me tell you, I've seen a real dragon, you know the leader of the Russian Bear Country? I've drunk with him..."
"Ding-dong..."
Just as the group was enjoying their drinks, the doorbell rang, bringing everyone at the table to a moment of silence.
"Who's here so late?" Long Aotian looked towards the door, somewhat puzzled.
"I'll go take a look."
Upon seeing this, Long Aotian's wife, Li Yuqiu, got up and walked towards the door.
Upon opening the door, a young man came into view. He appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, thin, and dressed in faded clothes, which seemed somewhat out of place with the opulent surroundings...
"Good evening, Sister Li," the boy greeted her.
"Oh, it's Xiao Zhen. Have you eaten? Come in and have something to eat?" Li Yuqiu replied with a smile.
"No need, Sister Li, I'm not hungry. I've come to return the needles and thread." The boy shook his head slightly and handed over the box of needles and thread.
"Gurgle..."
However, at that very moment, the boy's stomach started growling.
"You said you weren't hungry? Come on in, don't be shy with your older sister..."
Li Yuqiu covered her mouth and smiled, then pulled the boy inside.
Then, regardless of whether the other person wanted to or not, Li Qiuyu pressed him down into an empty chair next to the dining table and brought him a bowl and chopsticks.