Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 747 Pills for Pregnancy and Childbirth
Hun Miesheng quickly disappeared outside the door.

As the door creaked shut, the illusory figure attached to the skeleton suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a look of amazement.

"Master?"

Hun Ruoruo was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting that their previous conversation had been overheard. She immediately frowned and said, "Refining the physical body is a matter of utmost importance. Why are you distracted?"

"To break through to sainthood, one needs not only focus, but also opportunity."

The old doctor said helplessly, "Moreover, given the commotion caused by that Dou Sheng's pressure earlier, even if I wanted to stay focused, I'm afraid it would be impossible."

"This"

Hun Ruoruo was speechless for a moment.

Her eyes darted around, and she tiptoed back onto the cushion, her tone becoming somewhat cautious: "You heard everything just now?"

"You girl."

The old apothecary's eyes were somewhat complicated. He sighed and said, "If we really talk about the ruthlessness of their methods, let alone that brat, even I am far behind. They truly have the style of the Soul Clan."

To be honest, Yao Lao really didn't expect that Hun Ruoruo's compatibility with the Soul Clan would be so high.

The mighty Soul Saint, the Hall Master of the Soul Palace, who struck fear into the hearts of the entire Central Continent, was completely outmatched in a verbal exchange and chose to submit.
In this light, let alone being wronged, with his own little disciple's status and abilities, coming to the Soul Clan was like a fish in water, and he even got rid of the shackles and constraints he had previously been bound by.

She's even more soul-like than the Soul Clan!

Thinking of this, Yao Lao couldn't help but feel a bit helpless, as if all his previous worries had been in vain. He felt neither joy nor disappointment.

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo pursed her lips, her tone enigmatic: "Does Master think that his disciple shouldn't have acted this way?"

"Don't worry about it!"

The old apothecary, seemingly possessing some unknown ability, raised his pale, skeletal hand and tapped the girl's head with a gruff sound.

"Ouch!"

Hun Ruoruo clutched her head in pain.

The old doctor put away his bone palm and said calmly, "As the old saying goes, in the martial world, one needs money to heal the sick and help the world, and martial arts to uphold justice. Without money and martial arts, one's life is over."

Hun Ruoruo curled up into a ball, covering her head, and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

The old doctor chuckled and shook his head: "When I was adventuring across the continent, I had neither background nor money. If I had really been that inflexible and pedantic saint, I'm afraid I would have been reincarnated countless times by now."

"Hehe!" Hun Ruoruo burst into laughter through her tears, laughing very happily.

If Hunmie were here and saw this girl's charming appearance, he probably wouldn't be able to associate her with that ruthless and vicious demoness even in his wildest dreams.

The old apothecary was also somewhat dazed. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "Now it seems that I understand what you said back then."

"What did you say?" Hun Ruoruo asked curiously.

“He is special.” The old apothecary looked at her with a half-smile.

What was said without intention may have been taken seriously by the listener. Even if one's soul were at the highest level of enlightenment, it would be impossible to immediately grasp the true meaning behind what the old doctor was saying.

However, the "he" mentioned by the other party appeared in the girl's mind almost reflexively, like a fish swimming underwater.

The old man's memories slowly came back: "Back in Wutan City, I thought that kid was nothing more than a puppet to you, not even a friend. That's why I thought of letting him let go of his obsession and not forcing things."

"But now it seems that he was the most special one from beginning to end."

The old apothecary looked at her quietly, his pale golden, aged eyes filled with wisdom and experience: "A girl who even a Dou Sheng would kneel and submit to, yet she takes a liking to that destitute boy who no one cares about. Tell me, is this his good fortune or yours?"

Unbeknownst to them, a faint Buddhist chant was quietly added to the old apothecary's voice.

Hun Ruoruo's pupils suddenly contracted: "Master, you..."

"Girl." The old doctor raised his hand to stop her, smiling gently, "Everyone has their own secrets. There's no need to tell others, nor should you tell others. Mystery is a woman's rouge."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Time passed second by second, and after an unknown amount of time, Hun Ruoruo suddenly bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Master."

"You've really fallen for him?" the old doctor asked with a smile.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures within the tower grew ever louder.

Ever since he left the Starfall Pavilion, he has rarely had the opportunity to inquire about the current situation of Hun Ruoruo and the other two. Now is the perfect time to do so.

Hun Ruoruo's face flushed slightly, but she didn't refute as usual. Instead, she secretly lowered her head and said, "Mm."

The voice was very soft, barely audible, yet it carried a more serious and resolute tone than when facing Hun Miesheng before.

Upon hearing this, the old apothecary's eyes lit up, but he maintained his teacherly demeanor, calmly pondering, "Hmm, in that case, the medicine I prepared earlier can certainly come in handy." "Medicine?"

Hun Ruoruo's small mouth opened slightly, and she stared blankly for a long time. Suddenly, as if realizing something, her starry eyes widened: "You mean, back then, when she was pregnant and gave birth..."

"Ahem!" The old doctor coughed lightly. "Nourishing the body is the priority, nourishing the body is the priority, everything else is just secondary."

In an instant, the image of the great master that Yao Lao had previously cultivated crumbled, shattering into pieces in Hun Ruoruo's heart.

There was no concern for the apprentice, no instruction or guidance whatsoever.
That old geezer clearly wants to hold his grand-disciple in his arms!
Hun Ruoruo's pretty face grew redder and redder, and finally she scolded in embarrassment and anger: "Master, this is disrespectful to your elders!"

"Ahem, girl, you can't say that."

The old doctor's face twitched, and he chuckled awkwardly, "Think about it, I have no offspring in my life, and you two are my only disciples. After more than ten years of struggling together, how could I not be anxious?"

As if remembering something, he raised his hand and a beautifully crafted box landed on the wooden table. He then waved his hand and said, "I still need to fuse with my physical body, so I won't keep you any longer. Quickly put this away and go!"

"Oh, and remember to close the door when you go out. Don't follow that Soul Destroyer's bad habit of acting recklessly and making a mess of things!"

Before Hun Ruoruo could even speak, Yao Lao had already shooed her out of the room and quickly entered a meditative state.

As the medicinal power continued to condense, Yao Lao's body became increasingly solid, clearly indicating that he had entered the key stage of merging his physical body.

“Really”

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo was both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "That old geezer who talks to himself, if he wants a grandson so much, why doesn't he just ask his master's wife to give birth to one for him?"

She watched the old man with his eyes closed warily, thought it over and over, but in the end she couldn't suppress her impulse and quietly took the pills from the table, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Let's just consider it a precaution for unforeseen circumstances?" Hun Ruoruo murmured somewhat guiltily.

If he can't have children, given his traditional values, who knows how disappointed and heartbroken he'll be? You can't catch a wolf without risking your cubs.

Hmm. Just in case.

That's it!

With a soft "bang," the door was quietly closed.

After the girl left, the old apothecary slowly opened his tightly closed eyes a crack, and then revealed a faint smile.

"That silly girl, she's never changed."

He sighed softly, as if addressing someone else: "Now, can you finally rest easy?"

The soft words fell, transforming into layers of chanting that distorted the space.

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A sudden movement came from the silent room, and the next moment, a figure appeared silently, which was none other than the avatar of Xuan Yi.

“She is indeed fundamentally different from the Soul Clan.” Xuan Yi’s beautiful eyes held a complex expression. “If she were to drive the cooperation between the Pill Tower and the Soul Palace, Xuan Kongzi and I could rest assured.”

"She is my disciple." The old doctor's voice was calm, yet contained a hint of self-righteous pride.

Xuan Yi raised an eyebrow: "Your words are all about your disciple. The young couple has finally become a couple, while this old lady is still wasting her time with you."

"Oh right, and you also said something about 'mystery is a woman's rouge,' the same thing I said when I was pursuing you, and now you're teaching your apprentice that?"

The old doctor was ashamed: "."

She looked the old man's body, which was gradually being covered in flesh and blood, up and down, as if realizing something, and asked tentatively, "Old man, once you have a physical body, isn't that it?"

For some reason, a wolf-like green light suddenly appeared in Xuan Yi's usually elegant, tea-like eyes.

Seeing this, the old doctor's lips twitched, and he silently nodded: "Theoretically, it's possible."

"Then what about us?" Xuan Yi's eyes were burning with anticipation.

The old doctor shook his head again.

In an instant, the expression on Xuan Yi's face stiffened slightly, and the words that were about to come out were choked back.

"Xuan Yi, love can be biased."

The old man's voice was gentle and calm, and the golden light in his eyes grew brighter, as if to reflect the backs of the young man and woman: "So, this is fine."

At this point, endless chanting echoed throughout the tower, and a sacred aura poured out, causing countless people to prostrate themselves in worship, as if witnessing a divine miracle.

On this day, the old doctor's mind was clear and peaceful. There was no danger or disaster. Everything went smoothly, and he became a saint on the spot.

(End of this chapter)