In the prison cell, the infant huddled in the corner, and a deathly pale hue gradually covered its cheeks.
Struggling to open its eyes for a final glimpse of the world, it lacked the strength to do so.
Mouth agape, it emitted a strange sound resembling a lament of impending death.
"Bang!"
Just as despair and impending loneliness enveloped it, Yan Yuchen opened the cell door and walked in swiftly.
"I've found Spiritual Water. Although there are only two drops, it should temporarily save your life."
Yan Yuchen approached, crouched down, swiftly uncapped a jade bottle in his hand, and poured the liquid onto the infant's cracked lips.
The liquid was azure and somewhat viscous.
Simultaneously, a very familiar and fragrant scent suddenly wafted.
"Hmm, this smell..."
Yan Yuchen, looking at the two drops of Spirit Water on the infant's lips, wore a peculiar expression.
He had actually seen this liquid before!
The familiar fragrance, viscous appearance, and azure color—there was no mistake!
Yesterday, when he examined the azure sea and sky painting near the cliff, a drop of seawater fell on his palm, transforming into an identical liquid!
"Could it be that the seawater in the painting is Spiritual Water?"
This idea flashed through Yan Yuchen's mind, causing him to shudder.
If the boundless ocean in the painting was indeed composed of Spiritual Water, wouldn't he become the richest person in this world?
His hands began to tremble, heart pounding, throat somewhat dry.
To confirm his thoughts, he glanced at the infant still in the corner savoring the Spiritual Water, quietly activated his spiritual consciousness, extracted a small amount of seawater from the painting, and quickly filled an empty jade bottle.
After consuming two drops of Spiritual Water, the infant's cheeks began to regain a rosy hue, breathing gradually stabilized, evidently coming back to life.
Weakly opening its eyes, about to express gratitude, Yan Yuchen raised the jade bottle in his hand and said, "Open your mouth; I'll give you another sip."
The fragrance emitted from the seawater was indistinguishable from the previous two drops of Spiritual Water, and he could clearly sense the pure spiritual energy it contained.
Even if it wasn't Spiritual Water, it was undoubtedly harmless, so he confidently experimented on the infant.
Perplexed, the infant stared at him and said, "Brother, Spiritual Water is extremely precious. As a mere handyman, where did you get it?"
Yan Yuchen didn't answer, suppressing his excitement, and urged, "Hurry, open your mouth; I'll give you another sip. Senior Sister Zhou is still waiting for me outside."
The baby hesitated for a moment, obediently opening its mouth.
Yan Yuchen poured one-third of the seawater from the jade bottle into its mouth, then stared at the expression on its face, his voice trembling, "How does it feel?"
Swallowing the liquid eagerly, savoring it for a moment, the baby gratefully said, "Brother, this Spiritual Water is much purer than the two drops earlier. Where did you get it? I feel warmth in my dantian, and much of my pain has eased. Thank you."
Yan Yuchen's hands couldn't stop trembling. He quickly stored the jade bottle in his storage ring but maintained a composed demeanor on his face, saying, "It's nothing. I got it from Senior Sister Zhou. Rest well; I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the cell, closing the door, his steps unexpectedly unsteady.
Indeed, it was Spiritual Water!
The boundless azure ocean in the painting was undoubtedly all Spiritual Water!
Excitement flushed Yan Yuchen's face, and he nearly stumbled on the steps.
As he approached Zhou Zhiqi, she gave him a strange look and sneered, "What's the matter? You look so excited. Could it be that the monster is grateful and wants to repay you with its body?"
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Yan Yuchen, still in high spirits, almost choked upon hearing this remark.
With a cheerful smile, he replied, "Senior Sister Zhou, you really know how to tease."
Zhou Zhiqi glared at him and said, "Know your place. Don't forget your current status. You're still a lowly servant. How dare you talk to inner disciples like this?"
Yan Yuchen remained unfazed, saying with a smile, "Senior Sister Zhou is not an outsider. Given our relationship, why bother with distinctions like servant and inner disciple?"
Unimpressed, Zhou Zhiqi retorted, "You know how to establish connections. What relationship do we have? Tell me."
Yan Yuchen, still contemplating the matter of the Spiritual Water in the painting, couldn't contain his joy, and a smile played on his lips.
Thinking he was smirking, Zhou Zhiqi blushed and said, "Fine, I did mention earlier that I would make you my servant, let me trample on you. In the future, you're my slave; we do have some relationship."
Yan Yuchen paused and asked, "Can I take back that statement?"
"Dream on!"
Zhou Zhiqi snorted, stomped her foot lightly, and a black mist enveloped her. Instantly, a black cloud, her flying artifact, Wuyan Cloud, appeared.
Yan Yuchen quickly stepped onto it, finding it incredibly soft and comfortable, envy evident on his face. "Senior Sister, when can I have a flying artifact like this?"
The cloud carried the two into the sky, soaring over the continuous mountains.
Zhou Zhiqi stood on the cloud, her clothes fluttering, hair billowing, resembling a fairy.
She didn't bother responding to Yan Yuchen's comments because she thought he was just pretending to be poor. A tycoon who casually gives away a high-grade magical treasure—wouldn't he have at least one ordinary flying artifact?
"Senior Sister Zhou, your skirt is floating, and your hair is tickling my nose."
Yan Yuchen stood behind her, grabbing his nose, and stared at her with admiration.
Zhou Zhiqi turned around abruptly, glared at him, and said, "Look again! I dare you, and I'll make you float and then throw you out."
Yan Yuchen quickly turned away, gazing at the distant green mountains rushing by. He murmured in admiration, "So beautiful, truly breathtaking."
Suddenly, a chilling killing intent surged from behind. Zhou Zhiqi glared at him, saying, "Say it again!"
Yan Yuchen pointed at the towering mountains and earnestly said, "Senior Sister, look at those peaks, so majestic and continuous, wave after wave. Isn't it exceptionally beautiful?"
Zhou Zhiqi snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're talking about. If you dare talk nonsense again, I'll throw you off and let you fall to your death!"
Yan Yuchen immediately closed his mouth.
An hour later, they finally arrived at a lush green hillside.
However, there were no cattle or sheep on the hillside now, and the shepherd boy riding the bull and the little girl on the lion dog were nowhere to be seen.
"Go back and meet your family. I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning. But I warn you, if you dare run away, you're as good as dead!"
Zhou Zhiqi gave a stern warning, then rode her cloud and left, evidently with important matters to attend to.
As soon as Yan Yuchen saw her disappearing, he couldn't wait to search the hillside for the entrance to the outside world.
However, after searching for a long time, he found nothing.
Just as he was getting anxious, the big tree nearby suddenly shook, and a burst of light flashed. Several figures tumbled out, looking disheveled.
Among them, a girl in a purple dress, quite charming, turned out to be the woman who had been chased and almost killed in the outside world that night!
"Wang Zixue..."
Yan Yuchen softly uttered her name, a hint of surprise on his face.
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