Heavenly Spirit Recovery Pill, a Grade 4 Pill

"Leave now. What happens next is no concern of yours."

The silver-haired girl with an ethereal temperament spoke in a cold, emotionless tone.

She closed her bright eyes once more, issuing a dismissal on the spot.

"That is hardly the way to treat a savior."

"Come on, be a good girl, open wide~"

Mu Chen smiled, unbothered, and retrieved an item from his Mustard Seed Bracelet.

As the saying goes, being tsundere is fun for a moment, but chasing a wife is a funeral pyre.

Back in the day, his old man won over his mother, Qing Yanjing, by relying on sheer thick-skinned persistence; being tsundere was simply out of the question—it was never going to happen in this lifetime.

In this regard, Mu Chen had truly inherited the essence of the Hundred Spirits King.

"What is this?"

The silver-haired girl caught the scent of medicinal fragrance and, despite herself, opened her eyes.

Her supply of medicinal pills had long since been exhausted during that protracted chase.

"Heavenly Spirit Recovery Pill, a fourth-grade pill, produced by the Endless Fire Domain."

"It can rapidly repair physical trauma while restoring spiritual energy consumption."

"With the suppression of the plane's rules, don't even think about spiritual energy."

"However, it is more than enough to repair the hidden injuries left by the Golden Armored Dragon Tiger Beast."

Mu Chen poured a round, plump pill from the Rouge Jade Bottle.

In the Great Thousand World, the path of alchemy was immensely prosperous.

Powerful beings who walked this path were revered by the world as Spirit Alchemists.

There had always been talk of three great holy lands of alchemy: the Endless Fire Domain, the Pill God Clan, and the Ancient Myriad Grass Plains, all of which were presided over by legendary Grandmasters of Saint-grade Spirit Medicine.

Medicinal pills were divided into nine grades, corresponding to the nine realms from Sensing to Earth Sovereign.

Above the ninth grade was the Emperor grade, corresponding to the Heavenly Sovereign realm.

A fourth-grade pill corresponded to beings in the Spirit Soul realm.

"The Endless Fire Domain?"

Luo Li whispered, her expression unreadable.

The master of the Endless Fire Domain was the Flame Emperor, known for ruling over all the fires in the world.

This peerless genius, who had broken through the void from a lower plane, had streaked across the sky like a rapidly rising comet; he had ascended to the Saint-grade within a mere few decades of arriving in the Great Thousand World.

On the path of spiritual energy, a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign.

On the path of alchemy, a Saint-grade Grandmaster of Spirit Medicine.

He was a dual-path Saint-grade, possessing immense weight.

Looking across the Great Thousand World, the only one who could contend with him was likely the Martial Ancestor of the Martial Border, who presided over the far south. Having arrived in the same era, they were once hailed as the twin heroes of the Great Thousand World.

The Martial Ancestor was also a dual-path Saint-grade: a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign and a Saint-grade Grandmaster of Spirit Artifacts.

One in the north, one in the south, one Emperor and one Ancestor—their fame resounded throughout the Great Thousand World!

Come to think of it, His Excellency the Flame Emperor actually had a connection with her Luo God Clan.

Mu Chen nodded: "Yes, it is indeed the Endless Fire Domain."

The Flame Emperor, this Saint-grade Grandmaster of Spirit Medicine, was the very reason the Endless Fire Domain could rank among the three great alchemy holy lands of the Great Thousand World, with countless excellent Spirit Alchemists under his command.

The chief Spirit Alchemist of the Hundred Spirit Continent was a Spirit Alchemy Master of the mid-Human grade, corresponding to a second-grade Sovereign; he had originated from the Endless Fire Domain before being recruited by Mu Feng.

This bottle of Heavenly Spirit Recovery Pills had been refined by that very master.

Mu Chen had only carried a few on him when he set out for the Spirit Road, yet he took them out without a moment's hesitation.

Anything produced by the Endless Fire Domain was guaranteed to be of high quality.

"If you do not leave, once my injuries are recovered, I will kill you."

Luo Li lowered her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the ground, unwilling to say more.

"Fine, fine, kill me then. Just heal your injuries first."

Mu Chen spoke half in jest and half to soothe her, directly holding the Heavenly Spirit Recovery Pill to the beauty's lips. He watched her with a smile, his mood completely unaffected.

A ripple stirred across the silver-haired girl's perfect face, which was usually devoid of emotion. She looked deeply at him before finally consuming the pill.

With this fourth-grade spirit pill, the speed of her recovery would increase at least fivefold!

Warmth flowed through her limbs and bones, rapidly repairing her hidden injuries.

The imperial daughter of the Luo God Clan closed her beautiful eyes and began to circulate her energy to heal.

Sitting a meter away, Mu Chen rested his chin on his hand, quietly observing the silver-haired girl who looked as exquisite as an ancient elf, his gaze never wavering as he kept silent watch.

The afternoon sun spilled over the two figures, making the scene appear exceptionally harmonious.

Three days later.

As news of the Five Tigers of the Zhao Family falling in battle gradually spread throughout the Spirit Road, the black-skirted girl deep within the Black Demon Forest, having fully recovered from her injuries, announced the end of her seclusion.

The first thing Luo Li saw upon opening her beautiful eyes was the Hundred Spirits Youth, who had guarded her day and night without stepping away; her cold, clear gaze softened quietly.

"You're awake."

The moment Mu Chen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, woke up, the slight softness on the girl's face vanished as quickly as it had appeared, returning to a calm that made one doubt it had ever existed.

"Mu Chen, you have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn to escape."

"After that, I will set out to pursue you, and then, I will kill you with a single sword strike."

The silver-haired girl in the black dress did not respond to Mu Chen, instead rising to her feet while gripping her sword, her voice as crisp and tranquil as jade beads falling onto a silver plate.

This was the first time she had spoken his name, yet it was exceptionally cold.

"The supreme art of the Luo God Clan—I, Mu, would very much like to experience it."

"Just a single sword strike to kill me? That statement is far too arrogant."

Mu Chen stood up, leaning on his staff.

Between his brows, there was an innate, invincible aura that looked down upon all the heroes of the world.

Be a yes-man who agrees to everything and lacks any opinion of his own?

Sorry, woman, that is not how you pursue someone!

The silver-haired girl said crisply, "After the time of one incense stick, you will naturally know the result."

Those clear, glass-like eyes also saw wisps of battle intent rising.

Though she was naturally tranquil and quiet, she was not without a competitive heart.

Once freed, she was equally eager to engage in a battle to the limit with the geniuses of her generation.

But, stubborn as always, she still insisted on waiting for the agreed time.

Her fair, milk-like skin was filled with a serious expression.

That brilliant, galaxy-like silver hair danced gently in the breeze, the fragrance of it wafting over, appearing exceptionally heart-stirring.

Mu Chen nodded approvingly, "Very well."

The time for one incense stick passed in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!"

A faint, cold glint flashed, accompanied by a melodious metallic chime.

The silver-haired girl in the black dress drew the Luo God Sword from her back without a word, gripped the long, black divine artifact, spun it into several beautiful sword flowers, and struck suddenly.

Mu Chen moved his waist, dropped his arm to twist the staff, and executed Golden Rooster Nods.

This staff technique was a vibration method, deflecting the shadow-like black sword with a single strike.

"Not enough. Your killing intent is nowhere near strong enough."

His gaze was cold and sharp; holding the ancient battle staff, he swung it forward without hesitation.

As he took a step, an aura of slaughter, as if from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, surged from his slender frame, permeating every corner of this world.

In a trance, it seemed as if endless corpses and blood floated by, with the wails of countless vengeful spirits echoing.

It was hard to imagine that such a tragic and heaven-shaking killing intent could come from a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, a handsome and gentle youth who looked like a refined gentleman.

Press! Wrap! Pierce!

Mu Chen executed the three movements like flowing water, using the power of his waist and hips to arc the staff, wrapping his force toward the front right before thrusting out with both arms.

The piercing staff technique: Sharp Arrow Pierces Bone!

ps: The Heavenly Emperor Chen's Sacred Ruins has concluded; my youth is over.