Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 678 - 113: I Am a Divine Level Alchemist

King Sang Shun directly took the elixir bottle from Sang Lanruo’s hand, opened it, and looked up in shock, "These are all Divine Level Elixirs!"

All Divine Level Elixirs!

King Sang Shun’s words not only stunned Sang Lanruo but also Mu Xuewu.

Divine Level Elixirs! They are not common goods.

In the West Continent, a single Divine Level Elixir auctioned can fetch at least tens of thousands of Intermediate Spirit Stones. The key thing is, they often have a marketable price but no supply.

And what did Mu Qingge bring out?

The one given to Sang Lanruo before, even if it was by lucky chance she obtained a Divine Level Elixir. But a whole bottle of them?

How do you explain the whole bottle?

Is she so lucky that she casually produces Divine Level Elixirs?

Especially for Sang Lanruo, the one she just consumed already pained her greatly. Now seeing this whole bottle, and having to eat one a day...

Is she supposed to eat Divine Level Elixirs as meals every day?

Just thinking about it felt like her heart was twisting with pain, so reluctant to part with them!

King Sang Shun brought the elixir bottle close to his nose, sniffed carefully, and confirmed again, "That’s right! These are indeed Divine Level Elixirs, the scent is so rich I can’t be mistaken."

"They indeed are Divine Level Elixirs." Mu Qingge finally spoke, also confirming the grade of the elixirs.

Sang Lanruo had thirty years of lifespan restored, but her appearance didn’t change much.

After all, restoring thirty years is too little compared to the one thousand three hundred years she lost, just a drop in the bucket. However, Mu Qingge had never refined any elixirs specifically for restoring lifespan, so she couldn’t replenish too much for her. Before doing so, she could only use Divine Level Elixirs to sustain her, until she could refine specialized lifespan restoration elixirs.

"No." Sang Lanruo woke up from her shock. Her trembling hand took the elixir bottle from King Sang Shun and stuffed it into Mu Qingge’s arms, saying weakly, "These Divine Level Elixirs are precious and shouldn’t be wasted on me. Keep them, just in case." She hadn’t forgotten that Mu Qingge’s lifespan was also limited.

Mu Qingge noticed the worry in her eyes and gently said, "You don’t need to worry about me, I’ve rebuilt myself and my lifespan is fully restored. These are just ordinary Divine Level Elixirs; when I make those specifically for lifespan restoration, I’ll give them to you."

"Wait! What did you say?" King Sang Shun abruptly cut off Mu Qingge’s words.

Mu Qingge looked up at him, about to answer, but was interrupted excitedly by Sang Lanruo, "Ge’er, did you say you’re completely alright now?"

Mu Qingge’s gaze returned to Sang Lanruo, nodding slightly.

Then, she looked at King Sang Shun and calmly said, "I said these are just ordinary Divine Level Elixirs, and once I refine ones specifically for lifespan restoration, I’ll bring them."

"You, you, you... you’re..." King Sang Shun’s excitement left him unable to form a sentence.

Understanding his excitement, Mu Qingge finally nodded, "Yes, I am a Divine Level Alchemist."

Boom!

Even though they had faintly guessed it, hearing Mu Qingge admit it still shocked the three people in the room.

Mu Xuewu looked at Mu Qingge, unable to find words to describe this sister. Not only does she have exceptional talent, but she is also a Divine Level Refiner and a Divine Level Alchemist!

In front of this sister, all her previous brilliance seemed to dim.

Yet, she didn’t feel unhappy, but rather proud of Mu Qingge’s excellence!

Sang Lanruo also looked at Mu Qingge with immense pride. She had missed so much of her daughter’s growth and knew very little about her. This was the hardest knot in her heart to untie. Now that her daughter is so outstanding, how could she not be delighted?

King Sang Shun took a deep breath, nodding slowly, "You child! You always bring shocks and surprises." The shock referred to Mu Qingge being brought back unconscious with white hair, and the surprise, to the miracles she brought.

Mu Qingge gave a faint smile and calmly said, "So, don’t worry about me not having elixirs." She returned the elixir bottle to them.

Mu Xuewu at this moment understood why Mu Qingge didn’t need Mei Zizhong to prepare elixirs for the competition, as she was already an Alchemist, and at a level higher than Mei Zizhong.

"Since it’s filial piety from your daughter, you should accept it." King Sang Shun also smiled and said to Sang Lanruo.

Sang Lanruo held the elixir bottle, tears welling in her clouded eyes. Knowing Mu Qingge was a Divine Level Alchemist, countless thoughts surged in her heart.

The first thought was what Mu Qingge had promised before, ’She can awaken Mu Liancheng!’ But, once Mu Liancheng wakes up, she...

Sang Lanruo lifted a hand to her cheek, feeling her loose, inelastic skin. In her current state, she really didn’t know how to face Mu Liancheng.

"Although elixirs can restore lifespan, the key is to enhance one’s own cultivation to extend lifespan. However..." Mu Qingge said slowly, pausing halfway.

"However what?" King Sang Shun asked.

Sang Lanruo also looked up at her. In truth, although she had regrets about not being able to face Mu Liancheng as she once was, she didn’t regret it. Seeing her daughter well in front of her, any sacrifice felt worth it.

"However..." Mu Qingge’s gaze fell on Sang Lanruo’s white hair. "This time, transferring too much lifespan injured the foundation. Even if lifespan is replenished and extended, and youthfulness regained, the hair shall remain as it is."

Mu Qingge frowned slightly after speaking, feeling uncomfortable.

Having rebuilt her flesh, her hair could recover. Otherwise, she too would be like Sang Lanruo, having to live with white hair.

"Rest assured, I will find a way. If there is a method to restore your hair color, I will get it for you," Mu Qingge promised Sang Lanruo.

Sang Lanruo shook her head with a relieved smile, "No need. It’s not so bad. You have too much on your shoulders; don’t worry about these trivial things."

Mu Qingge lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, having said all she could.

Standing up, she said to Sang Lanruo, "Anyway, I will try to think of a way."

With that, she turned and was about to leave.

"Ge’er." Sang Lanruo looked at her, reluctant to part. It was truly rare for the mother and daughter to speak so kindly to each other. Even now, Mu Qingge hadn’t yet called her ’mother.’

Mu Qingge was stopped, standing by the door, but she did not turn back.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew silent.

After a while, Mu Qingge finally spoke, "Thank you, Mother." After saying these four words, she immediately rushed out of the room, disappearing before the three people inside.

The three people in the room were stunned.

After a long time, Sang Lanruo murmured in disbelief, "What did Ge’er... what did she call me?"

Mu Xuewu, with tears in her eyes, said to her, "Mother, sister called you ’Mother.’

King Sang Shun also had slightly wet eyes as he sighed, "Lanruo, you finally waited for this."

Their words caused Sang Lanruo’s heart to ache. She lightly cried into the quilt with joy. As long as her eldest daughter could call her ’Mother’ once, she would willingly give up her life.

Once Sang Lanruo calmed down, she suddenly thought, "I forgot who that suddenly appeared handsome gentleman was."

King Sang Shun furrowed his brows as well, "I also forgot what exactly happened to her for her to return in such a pitiful state."

"Uh!" Mu Xuewu heard the two and was about to speak but hesitated.

But her demeanor still caught the attention of Sang Lanruo and King Sang Shun.

"Xuewu, what do you want to say?" King Sang Shun asked directly.

Mu Xuewu hesitated, "When I was at the Linchuan family, I found out that sister was engaged under grandfather’s arrangement to a very remarkable person, but I don’t know if it’s the one who appeared now."

"Engaged!" Sang Lanruo exclaimed in shock.

She had previously heard many things about Mu Qingge from Mu Xuewu, but not about this.

King Sang Shun pondered and nodded, "If that is truly Ge’er’s future husband, we must not neglect him."

"Is that lord truly Ge’er’s fiancé?" Sang Lanruo asked incredulously.

"We can only ask sister," Mu Xuewu replied helplessly.

"This matter should be asked in a few days. Ge’er just returned and suffered such a great trauma. Although she acts as usual, her mood is very low. Once she recovers, we can ask her about everything," King Sang Shun concluded after some thought.

After speaking, his eyes sharpened, reflecting a fierce gaze, "I want to see who exactly dared to hurt my granddaughter like this!"

...

Returning to her own courtyard, it was quiet inside.

Perhaps, everyone knew that at the moment, Mu Qingge didn’t want to be disturbed, so they all hid themselves away.

Mu Qingge walked beneath a tree, looking at the two gently swaying rocking chairs. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The crimson blood splattered on the ground, strikingly conspicuous.

"Little Ge’er, are you trying to make me worry to death?" Si Mo appeared next to her in an instant, holding her in his arms.

In the amber-colored eyes beneath, concern and heartache were hidden.

Mu Qingge leaned against his embrace, her eyes slightly red, holding back her tears.

The corners of her lips still bore traces of blood.

She softly said to Si Mo, "Amo, my heart hurts, so much."

"Little Ge’er, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was late," Si Mo held her tightly, feeling the pain that came from her heart, hating himself for not realizing earlier, for not arriving sooner. This way, his little Ge’er wouldn’t have suffered so much torment, nor would she be so heartbroken now.

Mu Qingge slowly shook her head, holding back tears that had already strained the veins by the corners of her eyes, her eyeballs surrounded by bloodshot lines.

She took a deep breath and said to Si Mo, "Amo, I want to drink wine, drink with me."

She did not want to cry, nor could she cry. She did not want the enemy to see her weakness. She only wanted to drown herself in strong liquor, to swallow the tears along with the potent drink.

And then... revenge!

In Mu Qingge’s blood-red eyes, a strong hatred was reflected!