Dividing the Pills

Zhang Xuezhou's banquet was small, but the emperor issued a document outlining the six rites to witness the marriage.

Although A-Qiao knew very well that Yi-Shuo would follow in her footsteps after becoming pregnant, she still envied Yi-Shuo greatly, feeling that having such a wedding banquet was a fulfillment of all her beautiful fantasies about marriage.

"Take a thorough inventory. Send the food to Yanglingyi. Buy everything that needs to be purchased. Make up for any financial shortfall they may have here!"

By taking advantage of the wedding to collect a large sum of money as wedding gifts, Zhang Xuezhou achieved financial freedom overnight after getting married.

He wasn't a miser; he spent money where necessary and often had A-Qiao and others help him keep track of the expenses.

Is it really appropriate for you to say these things to my face?

Wei Shao'er did not leave after the banquet, but gathered at the mansion with Zheng Wukong and others.

Watching Zhang Xuezhou continuously distribute the money she had worked so hard to earn, Wei Shao'er felt a sharp pain in her liver. However, she knew very well that Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't act without a reason, and regardless of the probability, she was going to take the gamble.

"This is all my money," Zhang Xuezhou emphasized. "Besides, your sick son won't get married for at least ten years. You can't expect me to prepay my savings now!"

It's not that I'm upset about the small amount of money!

Wei Shao'er said quietly, clearly hoping that Zhang Xuezhou would give her the elixir.

But Wei Shao'er also knew very well that her money couldn't buy a cure for her physical ailments.

She consumed numerous tonics daily, spending a considerable amount of money, as if her chronic illness was constantly draining the money she earned.

Although the money given to Zhang Xuezhou was substantial, the expenses incurred by her health far exceeded that amount.

Even if it meant Wei Shao'er had to stop taking the medication for a year or two, she felt it was all worth it.

"Lord Dongfang, my wife is truly pitiful. I beg you to grant me some medicine," Chen Zhang pleaded. "She has already sent all the family's money over; there's not a single penny left for tomorrow's medicine!"

"You're quite thoughtful!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Chen Zhang, then at Wei Shao'er.

The meaning of Wei Shao'er speaking is completely different from that of Chen Zhang.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't waste any time and directly stated his terms.

"I've found some antidotes, but I also have a significant need for them myself," Zhang Xuezhou emphasized. "You've been suffering from this illness for a long time, and I don't know how many pills you'll need to completely resolve your physical problems!"

"What do we need to give in return?" Chunyu Tiying asked.

"I need you and Lao Zheng to help me break the formula for these two kinds of pills!"

Zhang Xuezhou cast a spell, reached into his Lesser Heaven and Earth Bag, and took out the Longevity Golden Pill and the Life-Creating Pill, then handed the pills over.

"These two pills are linked to some grudges, and I got into some trouble when I obtained them," Zhang Xuezhou said, looking at Wei Shao'er. "If you recover, I need you to protect me until I'm out of danger!"

"I'm honored that you think highly of my abilities," Wei Shao'er said, pursing her lips. "If this life is worse than death, I'd rather die with you!"

Wei Shao'er had seen Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding hanging out together in his younger days; those two were like two tough nut to crack, completely unafraid of death.

Given their current predicament, Wei Shao'er knew without thinking that Zhang Xuezhou was involved in serious trouble, and that she herself could no longer Yufeng, which was why she had no choice but to bring her into the fold.

This wasn't a question of whether Wei Shao'er wanted to choose or not; she simply had no choice at all.

"Don't worry, I have a family to support, I'm not so easily brought to harm by them," Zhang Xuezhou reassured him.

"No problem!"

Wei Shao'er nodded and agreed to the matter.

She didn't ask how long she needed to be protected, but Wei Shao'er knew very well that this bondage would last for an extremely long time.

Things may restrict a child's freedom, but nothing is worse than the body slowly losing consciousness and gradually approaching death.

Wei Shao'er wanted to watch her own child grow up, and also wanted to see Huo Qubing marry, have children, and achieve great success.

All of this requires her to live a long and healthy life.

To achieve this goal, Wei Shao'er was willing to sing in front of thousands of people, so guarding Zhang Xuezhou was nothing special.

She readily agreed to the contract and was willing to resolve her problems decisively.

"So this is the Life-Creating Elixir that cures our physical ailments!"

The whisper came from Zheng Wukong's mouth, and Wei Shao'er realized that the pills everyone had were not made by Zheng Wukong and others, but were obtained by Zhang Xuezhou through a feud.

"It would be a waste for someone my age to consume such a precious elixir. It's better for Human Pill to keep some if he doesn't have enough!"

Zheng Wukong pursed his lips.

There was a hint of longing in his eyes, but he also knew very well that he didn't deserve to spend such a large sum of money to treat his body.

Every investment should have a return. He is old and frail, and even if he recovers, he won't be able to do anything strenuous or for many more years.

If everything belonged to him, Zheng Wukong felt it was normal to disregard the cost, but this was not what he possessed.

Zheng Wukong even suspected that Zhang Xuezhou was only offering such treatment because of Yishuo.

"Wait for Chunyu Tiying and see what she says," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"The Elixir of Longevity!"

Zheng Wukong and Chunyu Tiying each took one pill, and the two of them also distinguished between them.

As top cultivators in the medical field today, Zheng Wukong is not as good as Chunyu Tiying in magical combat, and his alchemy skills are not as good as those of the Yin-Yang School's great cultivators, but he has unparalleled advantages in medicine and pharmaceuticals.

The time was short, and the two had their own opinions.

Upon hearing Chunyu Tiying's words, Zheng Wukong couldn't help but tremble a few times.

"You've brought disaster upon the Immortal Court, you... you... you..."

Zheng Wukong's finger trembled as he pointed at Zhang Xuezhou.

Many cultivators knew that the Immortal Court possessed extraordinary elixirs, including the Longevity Elixir.

Countless people dream of seeking immortality and entering the immortal realm, while countless others dream of going to the Immortal Court to steal elixirs and treasures.

Everyone may dream about it, but very few people are capable of doing such a thing, and even fewer come back alive.

The past has buried too much information that is difficult to ascertain, but Zheng Wukong can be certain that Zhang Xuezhou is the only case in recent times.

"It's just a little trouble," Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said, "If I didn't want to trace the ingredients and refining methods of these pills, who would know who took them after they were consumed!"

"Tracing the source... this definitely needs to be traced back to its source!"

The elixir has no Law Power to guide or track it; once ingested, its whereabouts are unknown.

Just thinking about Zhang Xuezhou's youthful appearance and his current mature demeanor, Zheng Wukong felt that Zhang Xuezhou's finishing touches should be excellent.

If we don't trace the source of the elixir and find a way to break it, this is practically a no-brainer.

But the best medicine is the one you have in your own hands; it's not in their nature to get their hands on Immortal Court elixir and not crack it.

This isn't just a need for Zhang Xuezhou; many people have this need.

Zheng Wukong didn't just want to eat one longevity pill; he wanted two, three, or even many more, until the day he found life meaningless.

For ordinary people, a lifetime of just a few decades is too short.

It takes too much time to go from learning to achieving mastery of skills, while most people only have twenty or thirty years of high-profile development. Zheng Wukong was indeed somewhat unwilling to have all his skills buried in his coffin.

If he didn't have the opportunity, so be it; but if he did, how could he possibly miss it?

Let alone provoking a hidden force like the Immortal Court, even the Great Han Dynasty, which could openly exterminate his entire clan, wouldn't be a threat to him.