In the small building, Lu Ye read by candlelight late into the night.
Hua Ci came upstairs holding a clay jar, knelt beside Lu Ye, then took out a bowl and ladled some milky-white soup from the jar.
An enticing fragrance immediately filled the room.
"Time for soup."
Hua Ci's voice was gentle as water. Like a virtuous wife, she brought the bowl brimming with milky-white soup to Lu Ye.
Lu Ye put down the book in his hand and looked at the strange thing in the bowl that seemed suspiciously like a scorpion's tail. The corner of his eye couldn't help twitching.
Ever since Hua Ci had arrived, his physical condition had improved day by day. He had to admit that having a true Medical Cultivator at his side to nurse him back to health was much faster than recovering on his own. Several days ago, his body had already mostly recovered, and by now his strength had long since been restored.
And all of this had to be credited to the medicinal soups Hua Ci painstakingly simmered every day...
This medicinal soup was not only greatly nourishing, but also tasted excellent. If not for the fact that every time Lu Ye finished drinking it, great clouds of ash from burned impurities would rise from the Talent Tree, Lu Ye probably really would have thought it had been simmered from some precious medicinal ingredients.
But in truth, the ingredients for this medicinal soup were all things Hua Ci had found in Myriad Poison Forest.
Within Myriad Poison Forest, poisonous creatures were everywhere. Spiders, toads, scorpions, venomous snakes, centipedes, and the like... all of them had once appeared in that clay jar used to simmer soup.
The ingredients used to simmer the soup were indeed a little novel, but the