Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art!

He stared in shock at the two pills in Fei Luo's hand, dark-colored pill patterns swirling across their surfaces as a faint, medicinal fragrance drifted toward him.

"The Great Restoration Pill!" Uncle Nine was stunned.

Wencai, standing to the side, also hurried over at the sound. "Master, what is a Great Restoration Pill?"

Uncle Nine glanced at Wencai but didn't answer, turning his gaze back to Fei Luo. "Xiao Luo, where did you get these pills?"

At this moment, Uncle Nine could no longer remain calm.

This Fei Luo had already given him too many shocks; the Great Restoration Pill was a legendary elixir in this day and age.

Furthermore, to refine such pills, one had to be at least a master in the Golden Core Realm.

The Golden Core Realm was nothing more than a legend in the current era.

"Master, I found them in a temple on South Mountain a few days ago. Don't ask any more questions, just eat them quickly." Fei Luo grinned, spouting a fabricated excuse.

"Hmm?" Uncle Nine looked at Fei Luo suspiciously. "You mean the Land God Temple?"

Fei Luo nodded without saying another word.

"Master, take one for yourself and give one to Senior Brother Wencai. There will be a surprise after you finish them." Fei Luo acted mysterious, pressing the pills into their hands.

"This..." Uncle Nine looked at Fei Luo, knowing that if he refused again, he would be failing to appreciate his disciple's good intentions.

"Wencai, this Great Restoration Pill is a top-tier healing elixir. It can remove flesh wounds, internal injuries, and even evil toxins. It is a supreme treasure of our Taoist sect." Uncle Nine took the pills, handed one to Wencai, and explained as he did so.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Wencai was shocked, gulping as he stared at the pill in his hand.

Ever since he had been scratched by Old Master Ren, his wound had felt like it was crawling with ants, an unbearable itch. If he could be rid of this suffering, nothing could be better.

"Thank you, Fei Luo." After Wencai thanked him solemnly, he tilted his head back and swallowed the pill.

Uncle Nine did the same, swallowing his own.

Visible to the naked eye, the wounds on their bodies began to heal rapidly, the black blood turning into wisps of steam and vanishing on their own.

Within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, both Wencai and Uncle Nine had recovered completely.

"Master, this is a small token of my appreciation." Seeing that they had returned to their original state, Fei Luo took out two jade bottles and handed them to Uncle Nine.

"This is..." Uncle Nine pulled out the stopper and immediately gasped.

Three Marrow Cleansing Pills and two Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pills?

These were all divine pills recorded in the sect's ancient texts.

"Fei Luo, this is too precious. It would be a waste for us to consume such pills. You should..."

Before Uncle Nine could finish, Fei Luo interrupted him.

"Master, you have always treated me as your own flesh and blood. This is my heart's intent. Besides, these pills are of no use to me anymore; I have already taken them. How else do you think my cultivation could have grown so fast?"

After Fei Luo spoke, Uncle Nine looked him over carefully.

"You... you are already at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage?" Uncle Nine's jaw dropped in shock.

Just a moment ago, when Fei Luo was battling Old Master Ren, he had sensed that Fei Luo was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Now, he couldn't even perceive his aura at all.

When the gap between stages was too wide, he naturally couldn't sense it.

"That is correct." Fei Luo nodded. "Master, please accept them. You and my two senior brothers can each take one Marrow Cleansing Pill, and those two Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pills should be just enough for you to break through the Foundation Establishment Late Stage."

"Gulp~" Wencai stood to the side, eyes wide, swallowing hard.

Marrow Cleansing Pills?

Could he actually eat such a divine pill himself?

In this Age of Dharma Decline, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth withered, people's natural foundations were becoming worse and worse. With a Marrow Cleansing Pill, wouldn't he be able to leap over the dragon gate?

Uncle Nine's eyes turned red. He patted Fei Luo on the shoulder and silently tucked the pills away.

He was deeply moved that Fei Luo could treat him this way.

Respecting one's master and the Tao was a tradition in Great Xia, but that didn't mean everyone was a gentleman.

In the Age of Dharma Decline, if someone else had such an opportunity, they would have hidden it away; who would ever share it so quietly?

Each of these pills could fetch an astronomical price if put up for auction.

Taking Fei Luo as his disciple was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life, and the greatest stroke of luck he had earned from his previous life!

Fei Luo left; he was never good at handling gratitude from those close to him, and the sight of his master's reddened eyes left him not knowing what to say.

In truth, Fei Luo hadn't mentioned that he had consumed seven Marrow Cleansing Pills—a monstrous feat.

Everyone knew that the Marrow Cleansing Pill was only useful once.

However, these pills were specially crafted for Fei Luo by the system, and only he could consume them multiple times; for anyone else, they would only have an effect once.

"Master, let's go wait for Qiusheng. I'm sure he must have gone off to drink flower wine somewhere." With his injuries recovered, Wencai looked at Uncle Nine and spoke up.

"Fine." Uncle Nine nodded. "Once this matter is settled, I will give you and your brother one Marrow Cleansing Pill each. You must cultivate diligently. Look at how Fei Luo has already surpassed your master; if you continue to be lazy, the gap will only grow wider."

"Yes, Master." Wencai scratched his head, silently accepting Uncle Nine's lecture.

An hour later, Uncle Nine and Wencai were in the main hall when they heard the sound of a bicycle outside.

"He's here!"

Uncle Nine and Wencai exchanged a glance, both rising at the same time to look toward the door.

"Master, I'm back." Qiusheng walked in, looking dazed and carrying half a sack of glutinous rice.

Before he left, Qiusheng had been full of life, but now he looked withered, like someone who hadn't slept for days.

Uncle Nine was about to scold him, but his brows furrowed deeply the moment he saw Qiusheng's condition.

Wencai had intended to walk up and rap Qiusheng on the head, but he couldn't help but freeze upon seeing his state.

What was going on?

Why did he look so wilted?

Just then, Fei Luo also heard the commotion, opened his door, and came downstairs.

"Xiao Luo, take a look and see if there's something wrong with Qiusheng," Uncle Nine said, looking at Fei Luo with a questioning tone.

There was no helping it; Fei Luo's strength now surpassed his own as a master, and Uncle Nine knew that Fei Luo's judgment would be more accurate than his.

Fei Luo glanced at Qiusheng and shook his head inwardly. "There is a peach blossom aura on his forehead, but it seems both real and illusory—a sign of being possessed by a female ghost. Senior Brother Qiusheng has been seduced by a female ghost."

Uncle Nine nodded. "It seems I wasn't mistaken. There is indeed a ghostly aura on him, specifically that of a female ghost. His yang essence is depleted, clearly the result of excessive intercourse."

"Good for you, Qiusheng. You went to buy rice for a few hours, but it turns out you were off messing around with a ghost?" Wencai rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward, and said coldly.

Hearing everyone's words, Qiusheng became even more confused, unable to make heads or tails of it.

Possessed by a female ghost?

Messing around with a ghost?

Could it be...

Qiusheng was suddenly terrified, his spine chilling as a cold shiver traveled from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Immediately, Qiusheng recalled the earlier intimacy; he had indeed shared a tryst with Dong Xiaoyu, but how could Dong Xiaoyu possibly be a ghost?

"Qiusheng, go get some rest. It's late." Seeing the look of disbelief on Qiusheng's face, Uncle Nine spoke up.

"Yes, Master." Qiusheng set down the sack of glutinous rice and, without another word, headed upstairs.

"Wencai, you go rest as well."

"Yes, Master."

After Qiusheng and Wencai had both left, Uncle Nine looked at Fei Luo. "Xiao Luo, I'll have to trouble you with Qiusheng's situation. I need to refine the Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill over the next two days, and I fear I won't be able to succeed in a short while..."