After swallowing just one pill, Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power had risen straight from level twenty-four to a little above level twenty-nine. She could hardly believe cultivation had become so easy.
As though she could see what Zhu Zhuqing was thinking, Ye Mengwei smiled. "Don't find it so unbelievable. This is what people call a fortuitous encounter. After all, immortal herbs can only be stumbled upon, never sought at will."
"Even a Super Douluo might spend their entire life without finding an immortal herb suited to them."
Had some rich fool not forgotten to bring Gold Soul Coins while drinking with the courtesans at the Rouge Pavilion, forcing him to settle his debt with a plant whose use he didn't understand, things would have been different.
Ye Mengwei would have had nowhere to obtain this immortal herb for Zhu Zhuqing. All she could say was that Zhu Zhuqing had been lucky.
Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded once again. She could scarcely imagine that this tiny pill was something even a Super Douluo would treasure.
"Teacher, wasn't it a bit of a waste to let me take such a precious pill?"
Ye Mengwei chuckled and scolded her fondly. "You've already eaten it. What, am I supposed to make you spit it back out? Besides, I still have two more."
Zhu Zhuqing thought it over and felt that was true. She had already eaten it, so what else could she do? Still, her respect for Ye Mengwei deepened.
When she had first become Ye Mengwei's disciple, the person she had loved and respected most had been her mother, Huang Yaqin, followed by her father, Zhu Tianlin, and only then Ye Mengwei. As for Zhu Zhuyun?
Zhu Zhuqing's stance had been, There are only three people in my family. No such person exists.
Over time,