Purple Gromwell Pill, the Disappearing Corpse

Daoist Qingshan took out a small bottle and handed it to Mao Jing.

Mao Jing nodded and replied respectfully, "Yes, Master!"

Daoist Qingshan nodded. "I'll take a look around the valley."

With that, Daoist Qingshan headed toward the deepest part of the valley, whisk in hand.

After all, this was a Feng Shui treasure ground shaped like a sand dragon, a rare and precious terrain that was hard to come by.

Mao Jing still wore his usual cold expression as he swiftly uncapped the bottle.

In an instant, I caught a refreshing fragrance.

The scent was faint, but pleasant.

Then Mao Jing poured a small purple pill from the bottle.

"Mao Jing, this pill smells so strong. What kind of medicine is it?"

A pill produced by the Grand Elder of Mount Qingcheng had to be good stuff.

Pan Ling and Zhang Yuchen also noticed the movement here and caught the scent.

"Brother Mao, what is that? It smells amazing."

"Purple Gromwell Pill?"

Pan Ling blurted out, her face filled with surprise.

Mao Jing spread out his palm, revealing four fragrant purple pills. "One each."

Pan Ling immediately took one without hesitation, looking incredibly excited.

Then she called out to Daoist Qingshan, who had not gone far, "Thank you, Master!"

Seeing how excited Pan Ling was, I couldn't help asking again, "Is this pill really that good?"

"It's very good. Once you take it, your body won't hurt anymore. It works even better than painkillers."

Mao Jing spoke calmly and gestured for me to take one.

I did not hesitate either and picked up a small pill.

It really was fragrant.

But from the looks of it, this pill was probably similar to Uncle Yu's Stench Scald—a kind of tonic.

Pan Ling smiled. "Brother Jiang, this is Mount Qingcheng's Purple