Hearing his words, Simu and Qianhe were stunned for a moment.
Simu said: "Daoist brother, we appreciate your kindness, but this pill is too precious. We are unworthy to receive it."
Qianhe nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this minor injury doesn't require the Dragon Tiger Nourishing Body Pill. With our ability to recover from injuries as Dan-cultivating masters, we just need to prepare some herbs and take care of it for a couple of months."
Dragon Tiger Nourishing Body Pill.
It also ranks among the top ten precious pills of Longhu Mountain.
It is also the only healing pill among the top ten precious pills. It has the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal bones. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is still a breath left, it can bring someone back. In a sense, it's not a pill, but a life!
Mu Chen rolled his eyes: "Stop with the nonsense. You've lived so long, it would be a shame if you died. Take the pill so you can go on your way. If you keep dawdling, you'll be waiting to be buried by Jiale and Jingjing."
He could easily refine hundreds of these pills at a time. He could even use them like candy.
Hearing this, Yixiu and Simu's faces changed.
Qianhe looked towards the tent. Seeing that there were fewer corpses on the ground, his face was full of anxiety.
Only Simu and Yixiu's Daoist temple within a hundred miles had living people.
It was clear where the reanimated corpses would go.
"Daoist brother, we won't say anything else, just call out if you need to fight later!"
Simu looked up and took a pill.
Yixiu also quickly took one, solemnly saying: "Friend... No! Pure Yang Daoist, I owe you a favor!"
Qianhe took one and handed the remaining pills to Mu Chen, saying seriously: "Pure Yang Daoist, we just met, I won't say anything nice. We'll see each other in action later."
Mu Chen smiled and nodded.
Even the royal zombie couldn't kill them. Their strength was among the middle ranks of their respective sects. Trading a worthless 'cabbage' for their favor was a good deal.
He didn't put the pills away.
He poured out four more and threw them to Dongnan, Xinan, Beinan, and Donan.
Qianhe exclaimed: "Daoist brother, why give these precious pills to them? They're not worthy!"
He was already planning to risk his life for Mu Chen in the future for one pill. How could he give away four more?
Pre-order for four lifetimes?
"It's fine. I like these Daoist nephews."
Mu Chen waved his hand. The world wasn't just about fighting and killing, it was about human relationships.
"Thank you, Daoist Uncle!"
Dongnan, Xinan, Beinan, and Donan looked at Mu Chen with tears in their eyes, filled with gratitude.
Their own master saying they were not worthy made them feel down.
With their master's "worthless" act as a stepping stone, Mu Chen's generosity was like pearls in front of a jade!
From this day forward, they were Mu Chen's adopted Daoist nephews!
The Dragon Tiger Nourishing Body Pill truly lived up to its name.
After only three to two minutes of meditation, everyone's injuries had almost completely healed.
During their meditation, the little prince's body reacted.
The body began to tremble silently. Before he could stand up, Mu Chen, expressionless, stomped on his head, crushing it.
"You think you can come back to life in front of me? Are you worthy?"
Mu Chen shook his head.
【You have successfully eliminated the demon, killed a walking corpse with dragon energy, and received a reward: 10 years of cultivation!】
Indeed, it had dragon energy. The reward was quite generous!
Feeling the vast increase in his dantian's power, Mu Chen thought for a moment. Another thirty years of cultivation and he should be able to break through.
Of course, that was thirty years of cultivation given by the system. If he cultivated on his own, it wouldn't take more than a year.
Seeing that everyone was almost fully recovered, Mu Chen left two evil spirits to burn the bodies and led everyone back to the Daoist temple...
...
In the Daoist temple.
Jiale and Jingjing sat on the doorsill of their respective houses, looking in the direction their master left.
It wasn't that Jiale didn't want to sit next to Jingjing.
It was just that he had understood what his master said over these past days and knew that Jingjing had a crush on Mu Chen.
It wasn't that he was particularly smart or had a high EQ. It was simply that Jingjing was too obvious!
Every morning before dawn, she would get up to build a fire and cook porridge.
She would cook, but she didn't eat it, neither did Simu, and even Yixiu could only eat Mu Chen's leftovers...
And then there was the difference between lunch and dinner.
Lunch was three meat and two vegetables, but by dinner it was only two vegetables.
Why?
Because Mu Chen went up the mountain at night to look for ghosts and evil spirits, and he didn't eat dinner!
"Jingjing, do you think our master will be back soon?"
Jiale asked, a young man's secret crush is like this, even though you know the person you like doesn't like you, you still can't help but find something to talk about.
In ancient times it was called "being devoted," in modern times it's called "being a lickspittle."
Jingjing looked at the distance without blinking: "He should be back soon..."
"Jingjing, do you think they might be in danger since they've been gone for so long?"
Jingjing shook her head: "I hope not."
"Jingjing, you know..."
Before Jiale could finish, Jingjing interrupted him: "Don't keep talking to me, go back to your room if you're bored."
"Jingjing, are you annoyed with me?"
"Yeah."
Jingjing still looked at the distance, not even looking at Jiale: "I'm afraid Mu Ge will misunderstand."
Jiale:...
He suddenly realized something was wrong. Jingjing was looking at the distance, but was she looking at the direction where her master left, or the direction where Mu Chen went up the mountain to catch ghosts and evil spirits???
He glanced at the direction Mu Chen went up the mountain, then at the direction his master left, and suddenly he came back to his senses, his eyes lit up: "They're back, Master and they are..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Jingjing also noticed something was wrong.
At first there were two figures in the distance, then six, ten, dozens...
In the dim moonlight, they could vaguely see their faces, pale as paper, with two fangs flashing coldly!
As a disciple of a corpse-controlling Daoist, Jiale's face turned pale: "That's a ... zombie!"