[Chapter 249 Water of Life Elixir]
After resting for a few minutes, Yang Yiyun was about to get up to check on his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian’s injuries, but the voice of his master Yun Tianxie rang out: “Stinky boy, quickly enter the Qiankun Pot with your spiritual consciousness~”
Yang Yiyun was stunned, and his mind moved, thinking that maybe his master had found something in the Qiankun Pot. Before, after the Qiankun Pot absorbed the energy from the fossils, he just felt that the space of the Qiankun Pot had increased again, from 30 meters to 60 meters, and he didn’t find anything different.
At this moment, when he heard his master’s words, he immediately closed his eyes and entered the Qiankun Pot with his spiritual consciousness.
After the familiar pulling, he arrived at the Qiankun Pot space. This time, as soon as his spiritual consciousness entered, he felt the difference in the Qiankun Pot space.
Not only did the space expand by 60 meters in diameter, but more importantly, he discovered that the Qiankun Pot space was filled with a very powerful vitality. The
original small pool in sight also doubled in size, and now it has become about nine meters. The dragon fish raised in it are swimming vigorously, and seem to be very happy.
On the other side, after refining the three elixirs of the spiritual herbs he transplanted, less than 100 plants remained. To be precise, there were only 96 spiritual herbs, but the 96 spiritual herbs were full of vitality. The leaves of some spiritual herbs became larger and more numerous, which showed that the spiritual herbs had grown.
There were also some ordinary medicinal herbs and the few dragon blood spiritual herbs, which all gave Yang Yiyun a sense of vitality.
The fruits of the planted red fragrant fruit were all ripe. He picked one and put it in his mouth. The juice and flesh became sweeter and sweeter, and the fragrance lingered in his mouth…
After watching for a while, it seemed that there was no other difference in the space of the Qiankun Pot except these changes. The surroundings of the space were still in chaos.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Old man, there’s nothing changed. What did you find that’s so surprising?”
“Stinky boy, look at the changes in the pool?” Master Yun Tianxie’s voice was full of laughter, as if he was deliberately keeping the secret. He was in a state of spirit and had been in the Qiankun Pot for ten thousand years. Although he was no longer in the space, he was replacing the spirit of the Qiankun Pot to some extent, so his perception would not be wrong. Upon hearing this
, Yang Yiyun looked at the small pool again. At first glance, the small pool was bigger, and the dragon fish caught from the Fairy Pond in his hometown was more active. There was really nothing to disagree with.
Seeing this, Yang Yiyun was about to curse his master for teasing him on purpose, but he finally saw a piece of emerald green stone right above the small pool. It was the same color as the water in the pool. There was a piece of the size of a palm on the mud and water surface on the shore. If you
don’t look carefully, you really can’t find it.
Then he said, “Old man, you are not talking about that green stone, are you?”
“What do you think? Remember, brat, the mystery of the Qiankun Pot is unpredictable to me. If it weren’t for the dragon egg of the prehistoric beast you found this time, and the power inside it allowed the Qiankun Pot to upgrade, this stone would not have appeared.
I estimate that every upgrade of the Qiankun Pot will bring you a huge opportunity. This is a treasure house. Go and have a look. There are three drops of water on the green stone that emerged from the water. If I didn’t guess, it should be the world’s treasure – the water of life. Its effect can revive the dead, and it is almost the same as resurrecting the dead.
To be frank, if it is really the water of life, no matter how serious your injuries are in the future, you can heal them in minutes, as you said. This is the elixir of immortality!” Yun Tianxie sighed.
After listening to what the master said, Yang Yiyu’s eyes turned into rabbit eyes, and he drooled. He looked around and saw three drops of water on the stone, glowing green.
Although it is a spiritual state, it is also a soul state. I can clearly feel the powerful vitality of the three drops of water of life. It
is the same color as the green stone, and you can’t see it without a closer look.
The whole green stone is only a little bigger than the palm of your hand, emerging from the water. It is concave and very shallow, and inside it are three drops of water of life.
Yang Yiyun wiped his mouth and asked, “Old man, how is the water of life formed? Have you seen it in the world of cultivation?”
“I have seen it. Back then, a drop of water appeared in the most powerful chamber of commerce in the world of cultivation. It was in this form. It is said that the formation of water of life is the gestation of the origin of the power of life. It is very rare.
It has an effect on both cultivators and ordinary people. As long as the soul is not injured or the soul is immortal, the water of life can heal any injury.
Isn’t there a man with a broken arm outside? Half of his arm is in the belly of the python. You can try it. If you can connect the man’s broken arm, it proves that it is the water of life without a doubt.”
Yang Yiyun knew that the master was talking about Duanmu Wen. It was not strange for the master to know that Duanmu Wen’s arm was in the belly of the python. The old man’s consciousness was strong, and it was not difficult to sense these.
Then Yang Yiyun’s consciousness withdrew from the space of the Qiankun Pot. After opening his eyes, he walked to his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian and Duanmu Wen.
“Young Master~” Duanmu Wen looked at Yang Yiyun with awe at this time.
“Uncle Wen, how are you?” Yang Yiyu saw that the wound on Duanmu Wen’s broken right arm was dark, so he knew it was poisonous. Judging from his appearance, he must have been poisoned.
Duanmu Wen felt very happy when Yang Yiyu called him Uncle Wen. His pale face also became rosy as if he was drunk. He hurriedly said, “Thank you for your concern, young master. I can still hold on.”
While talking, Yang Yiyu helped his unconscious grandfather Duanmu Xingtian up, put one hand on his back to check on his grandfather’s condition, and said to Duanmu Wen calmly, “Uncle Wen, go to the python’s belly and take a look. Your broken arm should still be there. I, your nephew, who knows a little bit of medicine, will try to help you connect your broken arm.”
Duanmu Wen trembled all over when he heard this. He had already prepared himself mentally. After his broken arm was swallowed by the two-headed python, he didn’t think it would be possible to connect it.
But after seeing how powerful Yang Yiyu was, and hearing him say that he could reconnect the broken arm, Duanmu Wen still felt hopeful. He thanked him and walked towards the python that was broken into several pieces by Yang Yiyu to find the broken arm with the mentality of giving it a try…
After Duanmu Wen left, Yang Yiyu had an idea and took out a drop of water of life from the space of the Qiankun Pot and gave it to his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian.
Although Yang Yiyun could treat Grandpa Duanmu Xingtian’s injury through Yin-Yang Five Elements Needle Method, it would take a lot of time and energy. He also wanted to try the Water of Life to see if it was real.
Even if it was not the real Water of Life, Yang Yiyun believed that it was a good thing that was beneficial to the human body because it contained a very pure and huge vitality.
He also believed that it must be the Water of Life because it was what his master said. Although his master was a little uncertain, who was he? He
was a scattered immortal of twelve calamities, so he would not make mistakes under normal circumstances.
Besides, the treasure that appeared after the mysterious Qiankun Pot was upgraded must be extraordinary. Didn’t you see that the spiritual medicine plants transplanted in the entire Qiankun Pot space were full of vitality?
After taking a drop of the Water of Life for Grandpa, Yang Yiyun observed it carefully, somewhat nervously, and even a little excited.
The next moment, a sign of joy appeared. In his spiritual consciousness, he saw that the injuries inside and outside Grandpa’s body were being repaired quickly, and the whole body showed signs of vitality.
This made Yang Yiyun’s eyes widen, and in an instant he was sure that it must be the water of life.
If this kind of repair continued, not only would the injuries inside and outside of grandpa’s body be healed, but even his body functions would be reshaped once. To what extent would it reach, and what would it bring to the martial arts in the future?
Yang Yiyun was also full of expectations.
At this time, Duanmu Wen came over, holding a broken arm that had been corroded beyond recognition, and whispered “young master”.
Yang Yiyun gently put grandpa Duanmu Xingtian down and let him continue to recover. I believe that it won’t take long for his body to be repaired.
When he looked at Duanmu Wen, he saw that there was loneliness in his eyes, and he grinned at him and said, “Uncle Wen, don’t be sad, I can give you a complete arm.”
Duanmu Wen smiled hard: “Thank you, young master, I hope so!” In fact, he didn’t believe it at all, because the broken arm had been corroded and tattered when it escaped from the python’s belly, and the bones could be seen. How could it be connected, unless the young master was a god.
Yang Yiyu also knew that he would not believe it, so he smiled and said no more. He asked Duanmu Wen to sit cross-legged, and then said: “Uncle Wen, close your eyes. If you feel any discomfort, you must endure it. You are not allowed to open your eyes until I speak. I will give you a moment to witness a miracle.”
Duanmu Wen heard Yang Yiyu say this, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He smiled and closed his eyes and said: “Okay, I believe in the young master.”
(End of this chapter)
