My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"No need to bother. I have gained a lot from this retreat. I am rushing back to retreat to understand it carefully. Let me take a look at your injuries first." Zhang Ziheng said.

"Okay, then it's my turn, senior." Jing Mingyue knew that Zhang Zhiheng was obsessed with alchemy. She had always been informal and did not force herself, so she extended her arm.

Zhang Zhiheng caught up with Jing Mingyue's veins, concentrated his mind and began to examine it carefully. Gradually, his expression became solemn.

"You have injured your heart and spiritual roots, and your spiritual sense has also been greatly damaged. I am afraid that only Xuanyou Emperor's Spiritual Pill can cure you." After a long time, Zhang Zhiheng loosened his fingers and said in deep thought.

"Yes, yes, this junior has been looking for doctors everywhere over the years, and I have heard that only Emperor Xuanyou's Spiritual Pill can cure injuries. If senior has time, please help refine one." Jing Mingyue said ecstatically.

A master is a master. He saw where he was injured so quickly and found a way to cure it. Thinking about the so-called alchemy master who was found back then, it took him several days to reach the same conclusion.

"This..." Zhang Zhiheng showed hesitation.

"I also ask the senior to help the junior for my father's sake. As long as I can recover my cultivation, I am willing to work as a cow or a horse in the next life to repay the senior for your kindness." Jing Mingyue knelt down with a plop.

If Gu Fenghua were present, he would probably spit in his face after hearing this. To repay others' kindness, those who have money should give money, and those who have no money should contribute their efforts. No matter how poor the situation is, they should set up a memorial tablet for immortality and burn a few pillars of incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. It would be better for you to be a cow or a horse in the next life, which means you will have nothing to do in this life. .

Man, how can you be so shameless?

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help you. I'm really not satisfied. I can't refine this Xuanyou Emperor Spirit Pill." Zhang Zhiheng didn't notice the shamelessness in his words, but said with a wry smile.

"Ah..." Jing Mingyue felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, and her face turned ashen for an instant.

Even Zhang Zhiheng couldn't help him, so who else could he ask for help? Although he still has the cultivation level of the second-grade Emperor Saint, only he knows that he is struggling to support himself at the expense of his life force. If this continues, he may not be able to survive even a hundred years.

In fact, this was all thanks to a strange man he met back then who helped him set up a seven-star Yuan Continuing Formation in Mingyue Ju. Otherwise, even if he did not hesitate to waste his life force, he would never have been able to survive even ten years, let alone a hundred years. The reason why he stayed at Mingyue Residence every step of the way and didn't even dare to participate in the Zhendan Festival was because of this reason.

"Let's do this. I'll give you a clear path. As long as you can ask her to take action, a mere Xuanyou Emperor Spirit Pill is no problem." Zhang Zhiheng thought for a while and then said.

"Who, senior, who are you talking about?" Jing Mingyue grasped Zhang Zhiheng's arm tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Although this person's cultivation level is not too high, her alchemy skills are amazing. Let alone me, even Lu Hongdao is probably far inferior to her. Putting aside her cultivation level and only talking about alchemy skills, today's Wuji Saint God, I'm afraid only Lord Alchemist Situ Yunmiao can beat her. In my opinion, as long as nothing happens, the position of the next generation of Alchemist Lord must belong to her..." Zhang Zhiheng said.

When he thought of that man's alchemy skills, he was so excited that he couldn't stop feeling emotional.

"May I ask which master the senior is talking about?" Jing Mingyue became even more excited after hearing this, and couldn't help but interrupt him and asked.

"Her name is Gu Fenghua." Zhang Zhiheng realized that he was too excited and had not mentioned Gu Fenghua's name after talking so much, so he said briefly and simply.

What! Jing Mingyue looked stunned, as if a thunderbolt hit her head.