Because I said it was urgent and didn't mention the Fleshblood Fruit, Uncle Yu didn't ask any questions and said he would come over immediately.
I took out the Fleshblood Fruit and divided it into three portions.
I planned to eat one portion myself and save the other two for Master and Uncle Yu.
As for the Life-Preserving Pill made from the other fruit, I intended to give it to Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen.
We had gone through life-and-death trials together and faced far too many brushes with death.
We bore hardships together and shared blessings together.
Now that I had obtained something good, of course I wanted to share it with them.
I, Jiang Ning, was absolutely not the kind of person who could share hardship but not fortune.
Looking at the Fleshblood Fruit giving off its strange fragrance, I picked up a portion and put it straight into my mouth.
It looked beautiful, bright red, and carried an unusual fragrance.
It looked delicious.
But when I bit into it, it was bitter—extremely bitter. It tasted awful.
It seemed that a fruit grown and ripened by absorbing the blood essence and souls of living people was not all that tasty. Its medicinal potency was simply powerful enough.
After eating a portion of the fruit, I drank a bowl of medicinal soup.
Even the bitterness of the medicine could not suppress the bitterness of the Fleshblood Fruit.
After eating the Fleshblood Fruit and drinking the medicine, I stored away the remaining fruit.
I took a deep breath and circulated my breath twice.
I found its medicinal potency astonishing. If the potency of five-hundred-year ginseng was mild and nourishing, extending one's life—
Then the medicinal potency of the Fleshblood Fruit was exceedingly fierce, more directly enhancing one's qi.