The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Shui Duchen was good at medicine. After hearing this, he thought for a while and remembered the relevant records: "The growth conditions of the Earthquake Bell Flower are harsh. It can only be found in areas where earth dragons often turn over, at least 500 meters underground."

"Its material is quite special. It looks more like a metal carving than a plant. Whenever the earth dragon turns over, it will emit a strange bell sound, confusing people. Many people were confused by it and missed the opportunity to escape, and died when the earth dragon turned over. Therefore, it is called the Earthquake Bell Flower. Some people also call it the Disaster Bell."

Shui Duchen added, "However, another condition for the Earthquake Bell Flower to grow is abundant spiritual energy. In this Dharma Ending Age, spiritual energy is thin in most places, and it has gradually disappeared. The last time it appeared in the world was fifty years ago, and we haven't heard of it since. Some people say it has become extinct."

Ji Qingzhou asked, "Third Senior Brother, do you know where I can buy Earthquake Bell Flowers now?"

Rather than digging a hundred feet underground to find a flower, it seems more realistic to spend money to buy it.

Unfortunately, reality did not give Ji Qingzhou the opportunity to take shortcuts.

Shui Duchen shook his head and said, "If you can add a plant of Earthquake Bell Flower when forging a weapon, there is a chance that the quality of the weapon will be improved. This makes this spiritual material quite popular, and most owners use it up. It is rare to see any left in stock."

Ji Qingzhou sighed, it seemed that he had no choice but to go look for her.

"As for the Flame Sea Pearl, I have never heard of it."

Shui Duchen changed the subject: "It's just that when I went down the mountain to train many years ago, I passed by a group of islands. The old man on the island said that there is a legend in their sea area, saying that somewhere on the seabed is the burial place of the ancient fire dragon. After the dragon died, its body turned into an eternal fire, burning day and night on the seabed, so that mysterious sea area is called the Flame Sea."

Ji Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "Third Brother, do you still remember the location of that island?"

Shui Duchen nodded: "I will mark the map for you later, but don't hold your hopes too high. The old man told me that the legend of the Flame Sea has been circulating for a long time. Many monks want to find the burial place of the giant dragon and obtain the treasure left by the dragon clan. However, those people have returned empty-handed. I have never heard of anyone finding the Flame Sea."

Ji Qingzhou said: "We have to give it a try."

If the issue of her spiritual roots is not resolved, she will be at risk of backlash, with consequences no different from death.

She then took out the recipe for Pure Immortal Jade Dew Wine and said, "Third Senior Brother, I'd like to trouble you to purchase the seventy-nine spiritual materials above for me. I have already prepared the spiritual stones needed. This is my private matter, and you can't say you don't want my money."

Shui Duchen knew the seriousness of the matter, so he didn't say he would pay for Ji Qingzhou. He took the bag of spirit stones and asked in confusion, "Are you collecting these to make pills?"

He thought about the liquid medicine he had taken.

Ji Qingzhou shook his head: "No, I am doing business with someone for the sake of brewing wine. I have an agreement with him about the specific situation, so I cannot go into details."

Upon hearing this, Shui Duchen stopped insisting. He glanced at the recipe and found that most of them were common spiritual materials. Although a small part was expensive, it could be easily purchased through the connections at Lingyao Peak.

Ji Qingzhou is now in solitary confinement and it is inconvenient for him to act, so he troubled Shui Duchen to step in.

Shui Duchen took out a map, marked the locations of the island groups on it, and circled some areas where earthworms were prone to occur. He explained them to Ji Qingzhou one by one.

"Thank you, Third Brother."

Ji Qingzhou carefully put away the map and decided to leave as it was getting late.

"Junior sister, you are about to break through to the Golden Core stage, right?" Shui Duchen suddenly said.

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "I plan to go down the mountain to find a suitable spiritual weapon for my life after the confinement is over."

Most of the disciples in the sect are given their natal spiritual weapons by their masters.

Taoist Bai Wei is wealthy and naturally not stingy. Over the years, he has found many high-quality spiritual weapons for Ji Qingzhou.

Unfortunately, Ji Qingzhou did not meet someone like his senior sisters and brothers, who felt a soul fusion with it at first sight and realized that it was their own natal spiritual weapon.

When Taoist Bai Wei's friend heard that she was worried about her little disciple not being able to find his natal spiritual weapon, she personally calculated a fortune for Ji Qingzhou. The fortune showed that Ji Qingzhou's natal spiritual weapon would be found by her herself.

Therefore, the master no longer forced him and just waited for Ji Qingzhou to become strong enough to go find him on his own.

Ji Qingzhou blinked, looked at Shui Duchen and said, "Third Brother, when you recover, you will have to worry about your life weapon like I do."

Shui Duchen smiled when he heard this: "Thank you for your good words."

After repairing his damaged Dantian and several main meridians last night, Shui Duchen was able to practice independently. Although his practice speed was not as fast as before, he had made some progress.

Ji Qingzhou looked at Shui Duchen's heartfelt smile and thought to herself that she must get more medicine from fellow bald Taoist.

In the Tomb of the Gods, the bald chicken sneezed. From the corner of his eye, he saw a black claw quietly reaching for the last potato on his plate. He immediately slapped it away: "I saved it for midnight snack. Don't even think about touching it!"

The hateful black bug, he clearly left half of the plate, but he stole it and only a piece of potato was left, which made him so angry!

The rebellious little black bug covered his red paw, aggrieved: "Are you a ninja? How could you keep it until now and not eat it!"

He had already eaten up his portion.

If Bald Chicken hadn’t said that he couldn’t eat anymore because it would harm his body and he wouldn’t be able to eat for several days afterwards, he really wanted to ask Xiaohong for another plate of stewed potatoes with pork ribs.

Potatoes are actually better than ribs!

The rebellious little black bug's saliva flowed down three thousand feet.

The bald chicken carried a large plate with only a potato left in the middle and walked away from him silently.

There are still five hours before Hong Yueguang delivers the next meal, so he has to eat slowly, otherwise he will always be thinking about that bite in his free time and will be too greedy to think about anything else.

Damn it, he’s just a human being. Could it be that he added some enchanting substance into the food to cause him this?

The bald chicken thought about it, sensing the second drop of blood condensing in his heart.

Never mind, just add it, he enjoys it!

In two or three months, he will be able to restore the blood that he had lost. By then, if the black bug tries to steal food from his plate again, he will be able to beat it away! Humph!

However, what the bald chicken didn't know was that a sinister human was planning to lure him with delicious food and cheat him out of the few drops of blood he had worked so hard to raise...

After seeing Ji Qingzhou off, Shui Duchen returned to his room to rest. His body had not yet recovered, so he could not replace sleep with meditation.

Before going to sleep, Shui Duchen opened his eyes and murmured, "I always feel like... I forgot something important."

Never mind. If I can’t remember it, it’s probably not very important.

……

The human world, the demon world, and the monster world, the three realms have the same intersection, and each realm has different names for it. Since this place is the battlefield of the three realms, some people call it the front line.

The space there is disordered, cut into countless secret realms of various sizes, some of which are interconnected and some are isolated. The landform is so complex that no one has yet explored it all.

Even if the demon world wants to invade the other two realms, it only dares to be active in some known secret spaces, fighting with humans and demons.

Outside the intersection of the three realms is a camp where monks from various realms who have left the front line rest.

Occasionally, monks from other realms would mistakenly enter the enemy camp, and the ultimate consequence would be being beaten to death.

"Shh."

At the exit of the secret space, a white light flashed. Before seeing the person, a strong smell of blood could be smelled, as if the person in front of him was not a cultivator, but a pool of blood with countless corpses floating on it.

The human cultivator guarding the exit immediately became alert, fearing that a demon cultivator had mistakenly entered the human camp.

The white light faded, leaving bright red.

The young man had ankle-length red hair, but it had never been properly groomed, making it look a bit messy and unruly.

Eyebrows and eyes that are close together can give others a strong sense of oppression even if they are not staring intentionally.

The color of his narrow and long eyes was not black like most humans, but golden red, which should have been the noble color of the human emperor, but it gave him a bit of animal savagery.

He was quite tall, roughly two meters tall. The way he wore his red fur coat was different from the proper and formal way that human monks wore it. The collar was slung across his shoulder, revealing his sturdy right arm and chest.

A female cultivator passing by saw this and slowed down her pace intentionally or unintentionally.

Among the female cultivators, some male cultivators also slowed down.

This is an extremely eye-catching man, and he doesn't care about the eyes around him.

He glanced at the gatekeeper monk who breathed a sigh of relief after seeing his appearance clearly, and spoke carelessly. His voice was not as wild as his appearance, but rather clear: "I just met a monk who had just left the camp to go to the front line. He brought a message that the sect sent me a flying crane. May I ask who has it?"