Chapter 476 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (11)

Shen Mubai knew that after a series of changes, the male protagonist became what he is now. Even if he is a monk, if his spiritual roots are destroyed and he loses his cultivation overnight, he will either go crazy or be unable to think about it.

However, Yanrong survived. Not only that, he chose to endure in the face of many hardships. I don’t know whether such a temperament is good or bad, but what is certain is that such a person, if given the opportunity, can make great achievements in the world of cultivation.

Thinking this, Shen Mubai did not leave in a hurry, but sat down.

Yanrong moved his chopsticks, raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite. When his eyes touched the oil stains on his sleeves, he paused slightly, then lowered his eyes and picked up the dishes calmly.

Shen Mubai didn't know what she had exposed at this moment, so he maintained a cold tone and said, "Master, I want to cure your spiritual roots."

Although he had already noticed it in his heart, when he heard it from this person, Yanrong couldn't help but look up.

Shen Mubai looked at his dark eyes and did not avoid them. "If you rebuild your spiritual roots and enter the foundation after three months, my master will give you one of the places to enter the small secret realm."

The hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and Yanrong said in a deep voice, "Master, my disciple is just a waste now, so why bother you."

His tone was calm, as if he was just stating someone else's business.

Shen Mubai really couldn't figure out whether the male protagonist was heartbroken or had given up on himself. She said coldly, "You have to try it to know if it works."

Yanrong stopped talking. He silently picked up the dishes on the plate and continued to eat.

His movements were not hurried, but within a short time, everything on the table was swept away.

Shen Mubai's eyes were filled with relief, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said, "In addition to daily medicinal baths, my master will also ask you to do some other things."

Yanrong listened silently to what she was explaining. With every word the other party said, the look in his eyes became more understanding.

Without noticing it, Shen Mubai took out something from his storage bag, threw it in front of the other party and said, "This is the Fire Spirit Stone. As long as you wear it on your body, you won't suffer from the cold at night."

Yanrong looked down at the object, then reached out and picked it up. Her originally cold body warmed up in an instant.

Seeing that he was willing to accept it, Shen Mubai breathed a sigh of relief, "It's getting late, I'll come see you tomorrow. Remember, don't forget even one of the things you were told to do, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."

After her figure disappeared into the bamboo house, Yanrong raised his dark eyes, twisting the fire spirit stone in his hand, with no expression on his face.

In this way, after soaking in the medicinal bath for a few days, Shen Mubai changed his prescription.

The effect of this prescription is a bit stronger, but fortunately, even if Yanrong loses his cultivation, his health is not that bad and he can still endure it.

What Shen Mubai told me was nothing more than meditating every day and getting rid of distracting thoughts.

These requirements may be a little difficult for other mortals, but for Yanrong's temperament, they are not difficult.

Shen Mubai was just afraid that the other party would think that he was teasing him. After all, rebuilding the spiritual roots and building the foundation in three months was simply a fantasy. Even the most powerful genius in the world of cultivation might not be able to do this.

Once the other party thinks that he is teasing him, he will naturally not take these things to heart, and there will be no success.