usatvline Chapter 328 Exchanging Fragments of the Great Master Xuandu
Chapter 328 Exchanging Fragments of the Great Master Xuandu
Nezha gently bit the withered grass he was holding in his mouth, then lay down on the mountain with his hands behind his back.
One foot was raised, tapping the beat casually. His youthful yet wicked face exuded a heroic air, but his eyes were devoid of tears and light.
He wasn't saddened by Li Jing's death, but rather by his own lack of the confidence to risk everything for his family like Yang Jian did.
The white clouds in the azure sky, the yellow dust and falling leaves, none of them really caught his eye.
He gently closed his eyes.
She concealed all her emotions beneath her long, straight eyelashes.
"I have little connection with my family in this life, but I have no resentment or hatred."
That sigh drifted away on the cold wind, sorrowful and lonely, only to be bounced back by another voice a moment later.
Not many, just two vibrant words.
"Nezha!"
A clear and light voice rang out from afar.
Nezha rolled over, raised his eyebrows, and a color appeared in his eyes.
puff.
He spat out the dry grass he was chewing on, used his hands to push himself up, and then, looking in that direction, a smile appeared on his lips as he strode over.
"I'm here, young master!"
……
In the mythical beast garden.
Today is Li Jing's joyous occasion, and Yang Jiao has specially arranged all the food she brought back from Zhou's camp in the Divine Beast Garden.
What's remarkable is that Yang Jian didn't argue with Nezha today; he even reached out and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Nezha.
Looking at the golden-brown, dripping chicken leg in front of him, Nezha's gaze slowly moved from the well-defined knuckles of the hand to Yang Jian's smiling face.
With a grin:
"Are you sick!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, but still couldn't swallow his anger, so he shoved the chicken leg into Nezha's mouth.
"Give me some!"
Can't I even care about you anymore? Forcing you to eat it is also a way of showing concern.
The two men got into a fight in the garden after a disagreement.
The Mosquito Taoist, standing to the side, crossed his arms and shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
"Not mature at all."
Yang Jiao smiled faintly:
"Men are boys until they die; a good relationship is built on playful bickering."
After saying that, she became even more focused.
He looked at the number 11 written after the token on the system page with great pleasure.
Then, without being greedy, he first collected the fragments he already had in his fragment inventory, which included ten fragments—the fragments of the Great Master Xuandu.
"System, redeem."
[Ding! Successfully redeemed 10 fragments of the Grand Master Xuandu. Random draw in progress...]
Yang Jiao couldn't wait to see what skills this only disciple of the Human Sect, the universally acknowledged senior disciple of the three sects, Master Xuandu, possessed.
Given his specifications, it couldn't be low, right?
[Extraction complete.]
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Xuan Du Grand Master - External Alchemy Dao.]
"Isn't this... alchemy?"
Yang Jiao murmured.
The Grand Master Xuandu was the only direct disciple of the Sage Taiqing, and he had extremely high comprehension of both internal and external alchemy. He himself drew a technique for alchemy.
She felt a little regretful.
I thought this person would at least give me a huge surprise.
Right now, Yang Jiao doesn't even have a pill-refining furnace, let alone the rare and precious lingzhi mushroom.
Just as she was feeling lost, Yang Jiao had a sudden thought because of her fusion with the Dao of Alchemy.
It even gave me a faint sense of inspiration.
Her gaze fell on the breast that the mosquito-like Taoist was sucking on, and she made her decision.
Mosquito Taoist: "What are you trying to do, sneaking around looking at mosquito breasts like that?"
She said she was going to hide.
However, the moment Yang Jiao reached out and opened her fair palm towards him, before Mosquito Taoist could even react, he had already handed over the gourd.
Mosquito pursed her lips, beginning to wonder if she had been too good to Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao weighed the remaining contents of the gourd in her hand, shook it, and said:
"Go and fetch a few more buckets."
Mosquito Taoist nodded obediently, thinking to herself: Mosquito is just too good to her.
But the movement didn't slow down by even a fraction.
They carried two buckets at a time and placed them in front of Yang Jiao—a total of six buckets of milk! That was enough milk for these eight divine beasts for three days!
Mosquito Taoist didn't think Yang Jiao's demands were excessive; instead, he blamed the fact that the divine beast's production was not up to standard.
Yang Jiao sat cross-legged on the ground and began to follow the thoughts in her mind.
With a slight bend of her fingers, six streams of milky white liquid surged into the air and converged together. Then, Yang Jiao took out the Thousand Machine Staff, waved it, and a spark of Samadhi True Fire emerged from the Bagua Cloud Light Cloth within it.
The milk foam, enveloped in spiritual energy, bubbled and rose.
Yang Jiao carefully controlled the heat, stirring constantly. The liquid gradually turned into a flocculent state, and after stirring it again, it looked just like a dough ball.
After seeing that it was almost done, Yang Jiao had an idea.
The dough ball spread out evenly, turning into hundreds of small round cakes.
The Samadhi Fire licked over the surface without burning, only using the surrounding heat to bake it. Before long, a rich milky aroma wafted out.
Mosquito Taoist had just felt he'd lost out—how could six buckets of milk have become so little?—but now he was scrutinizing every single drop, asking questions from time to time:
"Is it ready? Can we eat now?"
The flames went out in an instant.
Yang Jiao swept her sleeves and neatly moved a lot of milk tablets into the plate.
She picked up a piece and handed it to the Mosquito Taoist:
"Mosquito, come and have a taste."
Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to put it in his mouth. With one bite, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and his lips and teeth were filled with a rich milky flavor.
"Delicious, delicious."
Although she mostly smokes it, she still thinks that drinking milk is the best, but this is the first time she has tried such a novel experience.
Yang Jiao smiled and neatly packaged all the milk tablets.
One hundred mosquitoes, one hundred Yang Jian, one hundred Nezha.
When it was delivered to them, the two were still entangled, their hands and feet locked together, neither able to gain the upper hand.
"Come and have a taste, and no one will notice you're drinking milk anymore."
Upon hearing the sound, the two people who were huddled together tried to grab it, but their hands and feet were bound, and they couldn't separate for a moment.
Nezha chuckled, and six hands popped out from behind him. The others held Yang Jian down so he couldn't move, while the other hand reached out from where Yang Jian was curled into a ball to grab him.
I just hooked up with her.
He felt his body stretch and swell, and Nezha turned around.
Yang Jian's figure instantly grew larger and larger, until even his seven hands couldn't hold him down.
This strange phenomenon not only surprised Nezha, but even Lu Ya, who was standing to the side holding the Taiji Banner in a daze, widened his eyes:
"Follow the laws of heaven and earth!"