Meng Chen felt like he was about to crack open.
Despite the fact that the Golden Dragon King, a peak-level god, was dormant within him, he was now being forced to retreat by two young girls!
If he weren’t worried that if his blood and qi were to erupt, he would tear down Cixin Pharmacy, he would really want to pin them down on his lap and give them a good spanking!
“I’m here to buy medicine!
I’m here to buy medicine properly!”
Meng Chen quickly covered his head, took two steps back to create distance, and said angrily.
“Buy medicine?
What kind of medicine can a little kid like you buy?”
Dugu Yan couldn’t help but tease him, her eyes full of doting and playfulness.
“Yanyan, stop fooling around, what kind of behavior is this?”
Just then, a gentle, soft, and elegant voice slowly drifted from the archway in the backyard of the pharmacy.
A middle-aged woman dressed in a moon-white embroidered long dress walked out slowly with graceful steps.
She was extremely dignified and gentle, with her eyebrows and eyes bearing a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Ye Lingling.
Her black hair was styled into a cloud-like bun, and she exuded a faint, calming fragrance of crabapple blossoms.
It was none other than Ye Cixin.
“Mother.”
Ye Lingling obediently bowed and stepped aside.
Dugu Yan stuck out her tongue, stood up, and greeted him respectfully.
“Aunt Ye.”
Ye Cixin first glanced helplessly at the impetuous Dugu Yan, then her gaze fell on Meng Chen in the center of the hall, a hint of surprise and amusement flashing in her eyes.
“No wonder the front hall was so lively today, little one, you’re here again.”
“Hello, Madam Ye.”
Meng Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, a reasonable elder had arrived.
He quickly straightened his clothes and greeted him politely.
Looking at the adorable little boy in front of her, Ye Cixin asked gently, “What kind of medicine did you come to buy this time?”
Meng Chen didn’t waste any time.
He took out a yellow silk slip of paper that had been prepared beforehand and read it aloud in a childish but clear voice.
“What I want is a thousand-year-old dragon scale fruit, a thousand-year-old green vein vine, a thousand-year-old earth dragon tendon, and a thousand-year-old sea dragon marrow.”
As soon as the words were spoken, the previously cheerful atmosphere in the pharmacy hall immediately fell silent.
“What?”
Dugu Yan, who was standing to the side, was stunned and thought she had misheard.
As the granddaughter of a titled Douluo, she was exposed to various poisons and tonics from a young age, and her knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary soul masters.
None of the four medicines that Meng Chen recited were meant to be taken as ordinary supplements by normal people!
Ye Cixin’s gentle face suddenly turned serious.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she quickly stepped forward, took the note, and looked at Meng Chen with utmost solemnity.
“Little Meng Chen, do you know what these medicinal herbs are?
The Thousand-Year Dragon Scale Fruit grows in extremely hot and dry places, and its medicinal properties are as fierce as being burned by a raging fire.”
“The earth dragon tendons contain domineering and violent earth and wood dragon energy, which can tear apart a soul master’s meridians if one is not careful; as for the thousand-year-old sea dragon marrow produced in the deep sea, even an adult power-attack type soul master who forcibly refines it risks exploding his body…”
Ye Cixin squatted down and gently placed her hand on Meng Chen’s wrist, taking his pulse while asking him questions earnestly.
“You are still young, and your meridians are still immature.
What do you need these medicines for?
Is it because Prince Qinghe is not feeling well?”
“Brother Xue is very kind.
These medicines are for my own use.”
Meng Chen blinked his big eyes, his youthful face carrying an undeniable seriousness.
“I have a special physique since childhood and need these powerful medicines to temper my body!
The medicinal power of the two spiritual fruits I took in the manor a couple of days ago has been completely digested.
Now I need even stronger medicinal power to cleanse my muscles and bones.”
“You…you used it for body tempering?!”
Dugu Yan couldn’t help but gasp and reached out to touch Meng Chen’s forehead.
“Little brother, are you running a fever?
That’s a thousand-year-old dragon-derived, extremely yang-tonifying medicinal herb!
If your little body eats it, you’ll probably die on the spot…”
“I don’t have a fever, and I’m very strong!”
Meng Chen pursed his lips, and his internal energy quietly flowed out, revealing a faint yet extremely pure and powerful dragon might.
“Buzz!”
Standing to the side, Dugu Yan felt her breath catch in her throat, and the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul within her body trembled uncontrollably, as if she had encountered a true dragon king who could restrain snakes!
Ye Cixin’s eyelids twitched violently!
She was a support-type Soul Saint, and in that instant, she actually felt a surging and vast torrent of blood and qi from Meng Chen’s small body, similar to that of an ancient dragon!
That vigorous vitality and the hardness of its bones far surpassed even that of an ordinary level 30 offensive Soul Master!
How could this be a delicate and weak Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul?
This is clearly a ferocious beast cub wearing the fur of a soft-boned rabbit!
“So…it really was for body tempering…”
Ye Cixin took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart, and looked at Meng Chen with complicated eyes.
When did such a little monster appear in Tiandou City?
“These four medicinal herbs are extremely rare and expensive.
Even in our Cixin Pharmacy’s warehouse, we only have the thousand-year-old Green Vein Vine and Earthworm Vein that are old enough.”
Ye Cixin composed herself and spoke gently and solemnly.
“As for the Thousand-Year Dragon Scale Fruit and Sea Dragon Marrow, they need to be urgently transferred from Hanhai City and the Southern Branch, which will take at least three to five days to collect.”
“No problem!
As long as it’s available!”
Meng Chen’s face lit up with joy, and he generously slapped the Golden Soul Card onto the medicine cabinet.
“This is the deposit.
You can pay any amount of gold soul coins; I have enough in my card!”
Seeing Meng Chen’s “rich and powerful” little adult-like demeanor, Ye Cixin chuckled, accepted the gold card, and made a promise.
“Five days from now, once the medicinal herbs are ready, I will personally send someone to deliver them to the Crown Prince’s residence.”
“Thank you, Madam Ye!
I’ll head back now!”
Having secured the core medicinal materials for breaking through the second seal, Meng Chen was in high spirits and cheerfully ran out of the medicine hall.
“Hey!
Little brother!
Wait for me!”
Seeing that he was about to run away, Dugu Yan hurriedly chased after him to the threshold, looking at the small, hopping figure with reluctance.
“Remember my name!
My name is Dugu Yan!
My grandfather is the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!”
“If you’re ever bored, come to the Dugu residence to play with me anytime!
I’ll prepare the most delicious snacks for you, you hear me!”
Sunlight streamed through the door, illuminating Meng Chen’s black hair.
His long, fluffy golden ears twitched playfully, as if in response, before his small figure vanished into the bustling street corner.
“Dugu Yan…
is really a warm-hearted…
older sister.”
As Meng Chen jogged towards the Crown Prince’s residence, he chuckled to himself as he touched his cheek, which had been pinched red.
Back at the Crown Prince’s residence, Meng Chen spent the afternoon in peace.
As evening fell, the setting sun bathed the entire majestic Crown Prince’s residence in a warm, orange-red glow.
Accompanied by a series of steady and elegant footsteps, Xue Qinghe, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, stepped into the bedchamber.
Seeing Meng Chen sitting obediently at the table eating dried fruit, Qian Renxue’s handsome face, which had been tense all day, immediately softened.