The Soul Infant Fruit was extraordinarily precious, a treasure born of heaven and earth that was hard to find. It could only be encountered by chance, never sought at will.
She could only say she had been lucky. If Elder Thunder had not brought it out, who would have known he had such a treasure hidden away?
"Aaah! Stupid Minghui, why did you give it to your cultivation vessel instead of me?" Little Lecher went berserk. Had it known, it would have sneaked into the space and swallowed the fruit whole. Who could have expected her to move even faster? She had barely returned, her seat not even warm, before she eagerly took it out and gave it away.
Dongfang Minghui endured Little Lecher's roaring in her soul sea without changing her expression, but inwardly she snorted. This is an ingredient Seventh Sister needs for Qing Mo. If Seventh Sister ever finds out this glutton swallowed a heavenly treasure that's almost impossible to find, she'll skin Little Lecher alive.
Qian Wanyu opened the brocade box and saw an exquisite little doll lying quietly inside. Its body was blood-red, with faint lines flowing across it.
"It's the Soul Infant Fruit," Qing Mo exclaimed delightedly in her soul sea.
Surprise crossed Qian Wanyu's face. "Qing Mo, is this the Soul Infant Fruit you mentioned before, the ingredient that gathers the soul and contains soul power?"
"Yes."
Qing Mo was beside himself with excitement, pacing back and forth in her soul sea. He had thought repairing his soul was a pipe dream. No one had expected this blessing to arrive so quickly, like a pie dropping from the sky when they least expected it.
"Your Seventh Sister loves it."
Qian Wanyu closed the brocade box and asked another question out of curiosity. "Ninth