Chapter 482 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (17)

But half a pill is still okay.

Although the success rate was only about two-fifths, she had no choice but to take a gamble. She hoped that after completing so many world tasks, she could accumulate luck.

But those medicinal herbs, spirit grass and animal blood still took a lot of effort from Shen Mubai. She shamelessly borrowed half of it from everywhere. Among them, the leader had the most, and the other half was Liu Yuezhen's savings and materials over the years. .

After running around like this for several days, Shen Mubai was very tired and finally collected everything.

In fact, those things are secondary, the most important thing is the golden elixir on the body.

The system said in her mind, "The chance of success is less than half. Are you sure you want to take this risk?"

Shen Mubai said, "I can't do it without taking risks. Will you still help me?"

The system had nothing to say.

It is not difficult to prepare a medicinal bath, but the difficult part is to extract the golden elixir from oneself.

That golden elixir is equivalent to the lifeblood of a cultivator, and digging it out for Shen Mubai is no less than cutting his own heart alive.

Anyway, Shen Mubai didn't want to experience that kind of pain again in his life, no, in the future.

The moment half of the golden elixir was taken out, the whole person came down, as if he had been fished out of the water. He was as breathless as a gossamer and his face was horribly pale.

But she still had to work hard for most of the day before she hurried to the small bamboo house.

Yanrong was sitting on the futon, meditating quietly. When he noticed the movement behind him, he stood up and made a disciple salute, and said in a calm voice, "Disciple has met the master."

It is not an exaggeration to say that Shen Mubai's body has lost half of its cultivation. Her face is faintly pale, and she is usually cold and cold in front of Yan Rong. For a while, no one can notice anything strange, "Why? The master is going to help you melt the medicinal bath now. It is inconvenient for a second person to be present, so you should go out and take shelter."

Yanrong replied, "Yes, Master."

He took a few steps, but stopped again.

Shen Mubai asked, "What?"

Yanrong turned around, stared at her face, and said, "Master, why is your face so pale?"

Chen Mubai's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be indifferent, "Don't talk too much when you shouldn't ask."

Yanrong paused slightly, lowered his eyes to hide the expression inside, and replied in a deep voice, "I know I was wrong."

After he went out and disappeared, Shen Mubai concentrated on making a medicinal bath.

This process should not be distracted, because if there is a slight mistake, the ingredients of the medicinal bath will be deviated, thus affecting the success rate.

Moreover, Shen Mubai, who had half of the golden elixir taken out of her, was even more weak now. She had to focus all her attention on making medicinal baths, so naturally she couldn't focus on other things to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

It can be said that even if someone wants to kill her now, it is not impossible.

However, there was no person who killed her, but there was a pair of eyes outside the bamboo house.

The other party did not go far, but walked back slowly, and then looked inside calmly through the window, with a calm expression on his face.

The woman in the room is wearing a white cloud dress with gold and silver trim lines, and the wide sleeves have exquisite and beautiful patterns. Her appearance is that of a very beautiful one. In the past, she always gave people the impression of being too arrogant, fierce and unkind, so people ignored her beauty. The serious look on his face and the sweat dripping from his forehead make people's eyes light up and they feel amazing in their hearts.