Ji Jiuwu: Don't Ask. Even If You Do, You Won't Be Able to Learn It

Silence. The entire room was completely silent.

All eyes turned to Ji Jiuwu, and Madam Ji spoke first, "Jiuwu, you're not lying to your mother, are you?"

Ji Jiuwu said, "Mother, how could I joke about my elder brother's life?"

As he spoke, he took out a storage bag from his waist. This was a treasure given to him by his master before he went down the mountain, and it could hold a lot of things.

Soon, to everyone's astonishment, Ji Jiuwu produced a porcelain bottle as if by magic, and poured out a Hundred Spirit Pill that emitted a faint light. This pill was refined by Jiang Yan to cure all poisons.

The three of them subconsciously took a deep breath of the faint medicinal fragrance emanating from the pill in Ji Jiuwu's hand.

Seeing this, Ji Jiuwu didn't point it out. He had shown the same expression when he first saw the pill. He quickly walked to his elder brother's side, carefully pried open his mouth, and put the pill in. Then he turned and said, "Water."

"Good."

After seeing the medicinal mud pill that Ji Jiuwu took out, the shaman no longer doubted what the other party had said. The medicinal fragrance emanating from the mud pill was one that he had never smelled before, so it must be an extraordinary item.

After giving the pill to his elder brother, Ji Jiuwu said, "Let's wait outside. Your brother's injuries will definitely improve by today."

Although the group had some doubts, they chose to trust Ji Jiuwu and waited quietly in the courtyard.

Time passed slowly, and as evening fell, a faint voice came from inside the room. "Water, water."

Those present were overjoyed upon hearing this and rushed into the room in the blink of an eye. Seeing Ji Qinheng lying on the bed, pale-faced and with bloodless lips, Madam Ji wept with joy and said, "Heng'er, you've finally woken up! Mother will get you some water right away."

"A miracle! A miracle!"

The witch doctor exclaimed with great excitement.

Even Ji Yuantao's face showed emotion, and he subconsciously shifted his gaze to his son, Ji Jiuwu.

Ji Jiuwu looked at his elder brother calmly. He wasn't worried at all about the Hundred Spirit Pill curing his brother. His junior brother Jiang Yan had received the master's true teachings, and the master had even praised him for having the potential to become a Pill Emperor.

A moment later, Ji Qinheng regained some of his strength. The shaman quickly examined his injuries and found that all the toxins in Ji Qinheng's body had been removed. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, sir, Young Master Jiuwu. The eldest son's toxins have been completely removed. He only needs to rest for three months to fully recover."

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Qinheng was so excited he almost jumped off the bed. He asked, "Witch doctor, is there any medicinal herb that can help me recover quickly? If I remember correctly, the grand competition is coming soon."

He went out to train in preparation for the upcoming competition, but he unexpectedly encountered a Venomous Jiao and was seriously injured. Now that he has woken up, he is told that he cannot participate in the competition. Not only will all his efforts be in vain, but his father will also lose face, and some of the family's interests will be lost.

Upon hearing this, Ji Qinheng quickly reassured him, "Heng'er, you don't need to worry about the competition. With Jiuwu on his side, he will definitely be able to get a good ranking for our lineage."

"Jiuwu?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Qinheng noticed a frail-looking young man standing in the room, who was none other than his younger brother Ji Jiuwu, who had been missing for more than three years.

Looking at Ji Jiuwu's appearance, he couldn't help but ask, "But can Jiuwu really participate in the competition in his current state?"

Ji Yuantao laughed and said, "Your younger brother is much more capable than you now, and this time it was all thanks to Jiuwu's timely return, otherwise you wouldn't even have survived."

Ji Qinheng was completely stunned. It seemed like he had been unconscious for some time. How could everything have changed so drastically? He was in a daze.

Seeing her eldest son standing there in a daze, Madam Ji quickly said, "Heng'er, you should rest first. Once you've recovered, you can ask your brother anything you want to ask."

"Good."

Ji Qinheng nodded, believing that his mother and father would never lie to him.

A moment later, the group left Ji Qinheng's courtyard one after another.

Before parting, the shaman asked, "Young Master Jiuwu, what exactly is that medicinal mud pill you hold, and why is it so miraculous?"

Upon hearing this, the Ji Lineage couple also turned their gaze to Ji Jiuwu. Their son had brought them so many surprises since his return that they were still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Ji Jiuwu explained with a smile, "This isn't a medicinal mud pill, but a elixir, made by my junior brother. He gave it to me before I went down the mountain."

"Pills?"

The shaman looked bewildered upon hearing the unfamiliar term. After a short while, he spoke, "Young Master Jiuwu, I have a favor to ask. Could you give me a pill to study? If I can refine this pill, our Long River Tribe will surely reach new heights."

Upon hearing this, the Ji Lineage couple nodded to Ji Jiuwu.

Unfortunately, Ji Jiuwu refused the witch doctor without even thinking, Fist Dao, "This won't do."

Why?

The witch doctor hadn't expected the Jiuwu master to refuse so decisively, not even giving him the slightest chance.

Ji Jiuwu said, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but even if I did, you wouldn't be able to refine it. To refine pills, you need earth fire, and secondly, a pill-refining furnace. The reason my junior brother was able to refine such pills is because our master gave him a divine weapon, and of course, most importantly, he followed our master and practiced the art of pill refining."

The witch doctor grew increasingly shocked as he listened. Earth fire and divine weapons were things beyond his reach. He shook his head helplessly, muttering, "It seems I was just indulging in wishful thinking."

Seeing this, Ji Jiuwu smiled and said, "Senior, there's no need to be discouraged. My junior brother has already improved the alchemy method. When I return next time, I will give you his improved alchemy technique, and you can study it on your own."

Upon hearing this, the shaman made a move to kneel on the ground, but Ji Jiuwu quickly caught him, saying, "Senior, there's no need for such a grand gesture. I am a member of the Long River Tribe, and it is my duty to make the Long River Tribe stronger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yuantao's gaze towards his son changed instantly. His son had grown up so much that he, as his father, could hardly recognize him anymore. However, he was very happy; it was truly a good thing that Jiuwu had become a disciple of the Shaman God.

The shaman quickly bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Jiuwu Master. I will take my leave now."

Ji Jiuwu: "Take care, senior."

After watching the witch doctor's figure disappear, Ji Yuantao smiled and patted his son's shoulder, "Jiuwu, today our family has double happiness. Your father must have a good drink with you."

"Good."

Ji Jiuwu readily agreed, saying, "I just happened to bring a flask of fine wine from my master. Father, let's have a good drink tonight."

"Oh."

Ji Yuantao asked excitedly, "Can I also drink the fine wine bestowed by the Shaman God?"

Ji Jiuwu: "Of course."

"Walk!"

Ji Yuantao was in high spirits when he was happy, and even his steps became lighter.

Seeing the harmonious interaction between the two, Madam Ji also smiled happily.

Meanwhile, after leaving Ji Jiuwu's house, the witch doctor did not return to his witch doctor's clinic, but instead walked quickly toward the city lord's mansion. After being announced by the gatekeeper, the witch doctor finally met the clan chief in the hall.

The clan chief was very excited today. His grandson had become a disciple of a Shaman God and embarked on an unprecedented path. He saw the shaman and asked with a smile, "Shaman, what brings you to see me, the clan chief?"

The shaman respectfully reported, "Chieftain, the dragon poison in Young Master Heng's body has been cured."

Is that really true?

Upon hearing this, the chieftain jumped up from his chair in excitement. The Venomous Jiao was a descendant of a true dragon, and even he, a Celestial Person, was helpless against its poison. Now that the shaman said the Venomous Jiao's poison had been neutralized, it was a great joy for their Long River Tribe.

"Tell me quickly, how did you cure the dragon's poison?"

The shaman said awkwardly, "I didn't cure the Hui tribe's chieftain's poison; it was Young Master Jiuwu who cured it with a elixir."

After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the clan leader, wanting to see how the other party would react.

Upon hearing the shaman's words, the chieftain's excitement vanished instantly, and he muttered, "So it was that brat who did it. That's not surprising."

Witch doctor. "..."