Zi Yan: Sixty pills a stroke, give me another hundred! I'm not a lunatic, my name is Xiao Yan (4K)

The Cloud-Eye Mountain Range.

A seven-colored bird streaked across the sky with a terrifying presence. Even ordinary seventh-rank magical beasts stopped to gaze up, their eyes full of wariness, or moved aside rather than provoke it.

Its bloodline pressure could even suppress beings of a higher rank. Presumably, only a few magical beast families in the Central Region could accomplish such a feat.

In the Central Plains, where a casually thrown brick might hit a disciple from a powerful family, even beings as strong as seventh-rank magical beasts would take a step back.

"Two thousand three hundred twenty-three, two thousand three hundred twenty-four..."

Atop the Seven-Colored Luan Phoenix, Zi Yan lay off to one side, her eyes brimming with tears as she rubbed her bottom with one hand. Then she earnestly counted the pills in her jade bottles. She had traded a vicious beating for these, so naturally, she had to count them carefully. Otherwise, wouldn't she have been beaten for nothing?

"..."

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged nearby, regarding the girl speechlessly.

After beating her, he had felt a little sorry for her and refined some more pills for her. But the girl's brain had stalled for several seconds at the sight of the pills before she nodded stupidly. Just as he began feeling a little guilty and thinking that he should have let the child eat what she wanted, she eagerly brought him the stick again, then lay down before him with her bottom raised. "I counted. Twenty strokes for over thirteen hundred pills. I'll take a little loss and call it sixty pills a stroke. Go ahead..."

"..."

"Two thousand seven hundred twenty-three pills! Enough to last Zi Yan two years!"

With tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, Zi Yan licked the final pill, holding