541 The Divine Art of Changing Faces (1/2)

Zhe Huali carried Jiang Yi's corpse while following behind Fu Riluo. When he passed by Qin Mu, he turned his head to look at him.

Qin Mu was refining pills, but he hurriedly nodded in acknowledgment. ”Senior Brother Zhe Huali, let's meet again if we have the chance.”

Expressionless, Zhe Huali left with Fu Riluo.

The black tiger god jumped down from the palace and took a glance at Qin Mu before taking another glance at Saint Woodcutter. The god's big ax had been put away somewhere while he observed Qin Mu's hand technique in refining pills.

The other gods also jumped down and gathered around them. Everyone had something to say as well as numerous questions they wanted to ask. However, they all kept themselves in check.

Before Saint Woodcutter spoke, none of them dared to voice anything first.

God Sang Ye hurriedly pulled Sang Hua over. He wanted to scold his daughter sternly, but since no one was speaking, it wasn't good for him to break the silence.

Qin Mu was at a crucial stage of his spirit pill refinement. He was completely focused and had no other thoughts. He didn't pay attention to anyone around him, but with the gazes from all the gods focusing on him, even he felt the pressure. Droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead, evenly spread out.

After a moment, Qin Mu finished refining the spirit pills and gently crushed them. He fetched some water and dissolved them before dripping the solution onto Yu He and Shu Yao's eyes and ears.

He carefully observed the growth of the eye membranes and eardrums of the two people, then frowned slightly. He rummaged through his taotie sack and took out several herbs and created an ointment. He carefully applied it on the injured places.

”Why did you have to apply medicine twice?” Saint Woodcutter asked, puzzled. ”The first time was for their eye membranes and eardrums to grow back, but the second medicine seemed to contain slight toxicity. Why so?”

Qin Mu examined Yu He and Shu Yao's eyes and looked at their ear holes again. He then explained, ”This ointment isn't poison, but a spirit medicine used to suppress growth. The first spirit medicine that I refined was for their damaged eye membranes and eardrums to grow, but since it's the first time I had to refine something like that, the dosage wasn't right and the medicinal properties were too strong.

”If I didn't do anything, their eardrums and eye membranes would have become thick and affect their eyesight and hearing. That's why I needed a second medicine to suppress the growth.” He stretched his waist and said with a smile, ”Now, they're almost fine. Their eyesight and hearing won't be any inferior to before.”

In the surroundings, the gods of Supreme Emperor Heaven all let out sighs of relief. Yu He and Shu Yao were the strongest experts in Supreme Emperor Heaven of Seven Stars Realm. They were also the youngest generation with the most hope to become gods. If they went blind or deaf, it would be a huge loss for Supreme Emperor Heaven.

The deaths of Huang Yue and the rest in the sand table world were already a huge enough loss to them.

Qin Mu paid his respects to Saint Woodcutter. ”Disciple Qin Mu pays his respects to Patriarch.”

Saint Woodcutter stretched out his arms to help him up and said with a smile, ”You should have received the teachings I have imparted. Since you have been taught by me personally, you are my disciple and there's no need for you to call me Patriarch.”

Qin Mu was surprised and delighted. If he became Saint Woodcutter's disciple, his seniority would rise. If he met the past Heavenly Devil Cult Masters again, those old fogeys could forget about using seniority to pressure him!

He hesitated for a moment and probed. ”Heavenly Teacher, have you heard of Heavenly Saint Cult?”

”Heavenly Saint Cult?” Bewildered, Saint Woodcutter shook his head. ”I've never heard of it before.”

Qin Mu's face went ashen and he became dispirited.

Saint Woodcutter had indeed not heard of Heavenly Saint Cult!

He was still unwilling to accept that fact and probed some more. ”In that case, the sacred tree that Sacred Teacher left behind as well as the Saint's Rock and the ax mark, is there any deeper meaning to them?”

”That old locust tree still hasn't died?” Saint Woodcutter was astonished. He calculated for a bit and said, ”That tree should be about twenty thousand years old, right? I've chopped it so many times yet it's actually still alive. It's probably going to become a demon soon.”

Qin Mu stuttered in his next words. ”S-sacred Teacher, t-that Saint's Rock...”

”What Saint's Rock? Oh, you mean the rock on which I was sitting while I was imparting my teachings? What about it?”

It was as though Qin Mu was struck by thunder which threw his mind into a mess. He muttered, ”Every time it comes to big festive occasions, our Heavenly Saint Cult has to kowtow to that Saint's Rock and the sacred tree. Only cult masters and elders in the cult that had done meritorious service can have the right to have their ashes buried under the sacred tree...”

Saint Woodcutter shook his head. ”So much etiquette? I hate etiquette the most. Could Heavenly Saint Cult have been established by that disciple of mine? Your big brother didn't learn all of the abilities and instead made quite a number of rules instead. By focusing on the rules, he had lost sight of the meaning of me imparting my teachings to him. What a good-for-nothing, what a good-for-nothing!”

The 'disciple' and 'big brother' he was speaking about was Founding Master. It was an elusive person whom Qin Mu hadn't seen even in Fengdu.

That man had never come to Fengdu, so Qin Mu didn't know where he had gone.

Still, his face flickered between dark and clear. The sacred tree and Saint's Rock that everyone in the cult viewed as treasures were actually such worthless stuff in the eyes of Saint Woodcutter!