Chapter 87 One Beginning Pill, Strengthening the Body
After whispering a few words to the little angel, Qian Daoliu turned to look at Ning Bei.
"Boy, I know you have secrets. I won't ask about them, but if you dare to bully Xiao Xue, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."
Ning Bei rubbed his forehead helplessly. How was he supposed to respond to that? Something that never even happened.
"I understand, Senior."
"Hm!"
The old man came quickly and left just as fast. After giving Ning Bei a deep look, with a "whoosh," he disappeared from the room, leaving only the curtain by the window swaying slightly.
For a moment, the atmosphere inside the room was a little awkward.
The little angel didn't dare meet his eyes. After a long pause, she stammered:
"I-I did that to save your life. Don't… don't misunderstand."
When Qian Renxue looked up and saw Ning Bei's expression—one that practically screamed "I don't believe you at all"—she instantly grew furious from shame.
"Is my Angel Clan not good enough for you? What's with that face of yours?!"
Ning Bei took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and stepped back a few paces, staring at her with full vigilance.
"I'm a pill seller. I sell medicine, not myself. If you want other services, that'll be an extra charge."
The little angel lowered her head, her face burning red as though ignited, her whole body trembling.
"You bastard, go die! Get out of here!"
Slap!
"Awoooo~~~!"
On the way back, Ning Bei walked with his head down as if lost in thought. A bright red handprint stood out on his face, drawing the attention of countless passersby who pointed and whispered. But Ning Bei didn't care.
"Seriously, I was just trying to lighten up the awkward atmosphere! That damn woman, her slap was too heavy."
"But that old man's words—what is this divine power he was talking about? How could I have something like that on me? The God of Traversing Worlds?"
Qian Daoliu's words left Ning Bei with a faint chill. For the first time, things seemed out of his control. Had he been marked by some unscrupulous god?
"Sigh… I just hope it's not from Shura's faction. No one over there is normal—not even the gods."
Worried, he returned to the sect, but finally received good news: Jian and Gu had come out of seclusion.
"Grandpa Jian is already at level 98? That's incredible."
Hearing Chen Xin's introduction, Ning Bei gave him a thumbs up. From now on, he was only below the three Ultimate Douluo.
Gu Rong, standing by the side, seemed a little sour.
"So when Grandpa Gu breaks through to level 97, it's not worth celebrating, is that it?"
Ning Bei couldn't help but laugh. This old man was acting like a child.
"Of course not, Grandpa Gu. You're amazing too!"
Gu Rong finally nodded in satisfaction, but his expression quickly grew serious as he looked at him.
"Bei'er, it's time to start making that One Beginning Pill."
At his words, a spark of excitement flickered in Ning Bei's heart. He had been craving the body-strengthening effects of the One Beginning Pill.
The group arrived at the mountains on the edge of the Seven Treasure Forest. Looking at the barren wasteland before them, Ning Fengzhi felt confused.
"Last time the commotion was big, but it shouldn't have caused this much destruction, right?"
Ning Bei scratched his head awkwardly.
"Father, after that, Er Ming and Da Ming came here and fought again, so…"
Everyone froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. That did indeed sound like something those two big lugs would do.
"Well then, after we finish making the pills this time, we'll find someone to repair this place."
He turned back to Ning Bei.
"Go ahead, Bei'er."
"Alright."
Ning Bei summoned the Pill Tower. His eighth spirit ring shone once more, and a deep-blue pill appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he tossed it to Chen Xin.
Chen Xin caught it, immediately activated his martial soul, and prepared for the Pill Thunder.
This time, however, nothing unusual happened. Both Chen Xin and Gu Rong, having crossed another level, easily endured the eight-colored Pill Thunder that followed.
At the Super Douluo level, every single advancement multiplied their combat power. Where things had once been difficult, they now handled with ease.
Ning Bei went on to refine five One Beginning Pills in a row, until his soul power was nearly exhausted. With that, the four of them concluded this round of pill making.
Five pills—one for each of them. The rest Ning Fengzhi held on to, planning to give them to Rongrong and the others after the next batch was prepared.
Back in his room, Ning Bei immediately took out one of the One Beginning Pills, planning to consume it himself.
"I wonder how much this pill will strengthen my body."
After swallowing the pill, Ning Bei circulated his soul power to absorb its medicinal effects.
Starting from his shoulders, then his waist and back, then his legs—his muscles and bones began to vibrate.
But instead of pain, Ning Bei felt a sensation akin to an intense massage, only much stronger.
The medicinal power was clearly improving his body. Black residue began seeping out of his pores—the impurities his body had long retained.
A day later, Ning Bei opened his eyes. Standing up, he flexed his joints, which crackled and popped loudly.
"If I take the One Beginning Pill first, then receive Tian Meng's sacrifice, my spirit ring won't just be 400,000 years—it'll be even greater."
As he was marveling at this, a foul smell suddenly hit his nose—a mixture of blue-veined cheese and canned herring.
Frowning in disgust, he looked down and saw that his exposed arms were covered in a thick layer of black grime. It was practically caked on.
Pinching his nose in distaste, he quickly called Xiao Tao to prepare a bath.
"Young master, did you fall into a cesspit? This smell…"
Xiao Tao stuffed tissues into her nose as she adjusted the water temperature, glancing at Ning Bei.
Rolling his eyes, Ning Bei snapped:
"You're the one who fell into a cesspit. Always running your mouth. Hurry up—I can't stand this myself."
After washing for a long time, the stench finally disappeared. Ning Bei lay back in the tub, which had already been refilled five times, and let out a breath of relief.
Just as he was enjoying the comfort of his bath, a voice came from outside.
"Ah Bei, what are you doing? Can I come in?"
"It's fine, I'm in the bath."
The bathroom door cracked open slightly, and Dugu Yan's little head peeked in.
"Taking a bath first thing in the morning? What for?"
Ning Bei rolled his eyes. Did she think he wanted to?
"I fell in a cesspit, alright?"
"Ew, how old are you to still—"
"Less nonsense, get in here already!"
Pulled into the tub, Dugu Yan's face turned red with anger and embarrassment.
"What are you doing in broad daylight?! Have you no shame? Let go of me or I'll scream!"
"What's shame? Can you eat it? Scream all you want—the throat's already been cut!"
Several hours later, Ning Bei lay comfortably in the nearly-empty tub, whistling.
In his arms, Dugu Yan looked completely exhausted.
"You beast… why has your body suddenly become so much stronger? I can't keep up anymore."
"Haha, that's the reason for my bath. I just ate the pill from my eighth spirit ring—it strengthens the body."
"Really? There's such a good thing?"
Her beautiful eyes sparkled, but she didn't ask directly. She knew Ning Bei would never exclude her.
"Mm. It takes a lot of soul power, but next time I'll prepare one for you too."
"Mua!"
"?? Sneak attack? Fine then, let's have round two."
"Ah! No! Get away!"
"…"
(End of Chapter)
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