Worst of all, he couldn't even cure his inflamed gums!
He had taken several pills to clear heat and purge internal fire, but they hadn't done a damn thing. Suppressing it with his cultivation technique had been equally useless. He had no idea what was wrong with his body.
How had cultivating immortality left him with a whole host of ailments only mortals suffered from?
Just then, Bai Jin'er hurried over with tiny steps, carefully carrying a bowl of steaming soup.
"Great King, it's time for your soup."
Chun Xiaobai took it and held it beneath his nose for a sniff, but all his troubles had thoroughly ruined his appetite, so he casually set it on the wooden table beside him.
With all this internal heat lately, never mind soup-even meals had lost their flavor.
He was just about to tell Bai Jin'er not to bother making soup for him anymore.
Then Fang Yuan came rolling in like a meatball, his flab shaking, practically trailing sparks and lightning.
He had been about to report on the bustle down the mountain today when his nose suddenly twitched, and his eyes were instantly drawn to the steaming bowl of soup on the table.
"Huh? Great King, what's this? It smells amazing!"
Chun Xiaobai glanced at the soup, lazily waved a hand, and pushed the bowl straight toward him.
"It's yours. Drink up."
"Ah!!!" Bai Jin'er let out a startled cry at the sight, all the color instantly draining from her pretty face.
This... this was the Dragon-Tiger Great Medicine she had spent a full thirty million spirit stones to have someone buy from outside!
But her cry still came a moment too late.
"Gulp!"
Fang Yuan had already picked up the bowl and drained it in one go. Still craving more, he