Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 117 Gathering Together

Feng Siyue relayed the story to them.

"No?"

Bai Zi thought she was joking, "Miss Ruan, the Ice Spirit Fruit ripens at the end of March and the beginning of April every year, how could there not be any?"

Xuan Li was even more puzzled after seeing what Feng Siyue had written.

She glanced at Bai Zi and wrote down...

Who told you it ripens in March and April? No wonder you can't find it.

"What do you mean?"

The Ice Spirit Fruit only ripens in early January each year, so you definitely won't find it if you look for it in March or April!

Do not understand.

The same thing happened at the auction house last time; that so-called master's fifth-grade Breakthrough Pill made from Ice Spirit Fruit was obviously fake.

Bai Zi's heart sank. The news from her family and even her sect was false?

"Does Miss Ruan have any evidence?"

Otherwise, where do you think my sugar pills came from?

Xuanzu, that guy, goes up the mountain every January, leaving her alone at home. When he comes back, there's a whole basket full of Ice Spirit Fruit.

Bai Zi fell silent.

If it's not available this year, then we'll have to wait another year.

Fang Ming's senior brother probably won't make it to that point.

Bai Fangming also thought of this and spoke up.

"Miss Ruan, I have a favor to ask. I wonder if you could introduce me to your brother? I would like to purchase some Ice Spirit Fruit."

Xuan Li was somewhat embarrassed.

It's not that I don't want to help you, but my brother has gone on a journey and his return date is uncertain.

However, I can share some of these sugar pills with you; the effect is not much different.

Bai Fangming looked at Feng Siyue.

Feng Siyue nodded.

"Yes."

Bai Fangming clasped his hands in gratitude, "Thank you!"

Xuan Li pulled out a porcelain bottle, poured in four or five grains, and tossed it to Bai Fangming across from him.

Bai Fangming didn't take their things for nothing; he handed them a storage bag at the price of a rare sixth-grade spirit fruit.

"You're awake? You guys are pretty tough."

Long Qianchuan emerged from the shadows and sat down beside the two.

Feng Siyue didn't like this person. She moved to the side and said, "There's a saying that goes, 'What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.' That might be the reason why I'm so tough."

The young man scoffed, "That statement certainly applies to you."

"Your name is Chu Han?"

"Your ability to slay a Venerable-level demon shows you have great potential. Are you interested in coming to the Dragon Court Holy Land?"

Regardless of its own strength or numerous trump cards, it is a promising prospect for the Dragon Court Holy Land.

"Not interested in."

Should we let him kill us?

She wasn't naive enough to think that it was her own abilities that made him fall for her.

Instead of being angry, Long Qianchuan's gaze towards Feng Siyue became increasingly meaningful. "You should know what awaits a genius like you if you refuse to be recruited?"

Feng Siyue raised her eyes, her gaze calm. "I know, I'm not going."

Four words: clean and concise.

The atmosphere became quiet.

"So, is your goal really a divine artifact?"

Long Qianchuan asked a completely irrelevant question.

Feng Siyue's expression remained unchanged. "Otherwise what?"

"is it?"

Long Qianchuan neither confirmed nor denied it.

These people don't seem to be very interested in the artifact; either they're just putting on an act, or they have other motives.

"Chu Han? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

The flames flickered in the wind, and someone appeared on a tree branch behind Xuan Li. "You two, have you been to Prosperous Flower Village?"

The man in the black robe spoke in a hoarse voice, clearly masked by something.

Prosperous Flower Village?

For some reason, Feng Siyue remembered the two boys who had appeared that day.

She turned around, and her figure seemed to be about the same size as theirs.

"My name is Li Chuhan."

"The 'Li' in 'plum' means the beginning, and the 'Han' in 'lotus' means the grass."

"Where is Fan Hua Village? Are there many flowers there?"

Feng Siyue pretended to be stupid.

The person in the tree looked at Feng Siyue, who looked bewildered below, through the mask, but did not answer.

If it really is those two people, then nothing they say can be believed.

Feng Siyue asked, "Aren't you... going to look for the divine artifact?"

Why are they all coming here, one or two at a time? What are they planning to do?

Long Qianchuan brought a wooden stick from somewhere and casually poked at the embers in the fire. "It's not like you can just find Yue Shangyi whenever you want, what's the rush?"

Feng Siyue shrugged and didn't comment.

She took out some herbs from her storage ring, crushed them, and wrapped them in a thin cloth.

She patted Xuan Li on the shoulder, gesturing for her to come closer.

Xuan Li turned her head to the side, letting Feng Siyue gently place the medicine into her ear.

After a slight stinging sensation comes a comfortable coolness.

Xuan Li narrowed his eyes and gave her a thumbs-up in approval.

After applying the medicine to her, Feng Siyue then applied the medicine to herself.

His technique is skillful; he must be an alchemist.

Long Qianchuan gave this evaluation.

Refining pills beyond one's level...

interesting.

Unable to hear, Xuan Li gradually became bored.

Seeing that they didn't seem inclined to start a conversation, she took out a sketchbook from her storage ring and leaned against Feng Siyue, reading it with great interest.

By midnight, Xuan Li was already asleep on the cloak that had been laid out.

Most other people also take a light nap by the tree.

Only Long Qianchuan and Feng Siyue were there; one was staring at the fireballs, seemingly lost in thought, while the other sat in meditation with his eyes closed, regulating his breathing.