Hearing Qiyu’s words, Liu Buli didn’t know where to start complaining.
It was true that Lu Wuming had made a mistake by eating indiscriminately, but hadn’t this item been just produced by her, the Grand Ancestor? It was one thing for a junior to be ignorant and eat it, but it was also a problem for an elder to be ignorant and give it away, wasn't it? Liu Buli felt an unprecedented headache. His sect truly had a problem with continuity; there wasn't a single normal person to be found.
However, whether it was Lu Wuming’s own robust physique or Qiyu’s pill that had actually worked, Liu Buli’s worries didn’t last long. Lu Wuming took a few deep breaths and then reopened his eyes.
For a moment, not only Liu Buli but even Qiyu leaned in, watching him with wide eyes. Although Lu Wuming generally paid little attention to others, Qiyu was his Grand Ancestor, and being stared at so intently made him feel somewhat uneasy.
Lu Wuming touched his nose and averted his gaze. He coughed lightly and spoke proactively, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry so much. And this wine's effect is indeed very good. I feel my spiritual power has increased significantly and is improving rapidly."
Although he said this, Liu Buli frowned in strong disagreement upon hearing his words. Shaking his head forcefully, he said, "Even if there's an improvement, it shouldn't be like this. This wine is not suitable for you to drink now. When your cultivation is sufficient to handle it, it won't be too late to drink it then."
Liu Buli’s words indicated that he was in a bad mood. Since he left no room for negotiation, Lu Wuming didn't dare to say anything more.
Unexpectedly, Qiyu, who was beside them, shook her head and said to Liu Buli, "Little disciple, you can't be so strict with your grand-disciple. His ambition is a good thing, and it's not wrong for a man to enjoy drinking. If he wants to, you should satisfy him. As for the dangerous aspects, can't they be resolved with medicinal pills to regulate him?"
Her words left Liu Buli in utter astonishment.
With wide eyes, he asked, "Master, can things that are certain death for ordinary people be resolved with medicinal pills?"
"Of course, and it's not like he has to drink *this* wine," Qiyu smiled and said, "Brewing this type of wine is also a skill for us alchemists. Although their brews are better than mine, it's only because their spiritual power is higher than mine. From a skill perspective, they all learned from me; I am the origin."
As she spoke, as if recalling past events, Qiyu's face showed a hint of pride, and even the curve of her lips widened.
Listening to her, Liu Buli felt as though he had truly struck gold.
His thoughts stirred, and before he could ask anything, Qiyu proactively steered the conversation. She said, "So, I could teach them back then, and I can teach you now. If you learn from me and brew your own wine for your grand-disciple, you can control the degree of spiritual power added, ensuring he can accept it normally. If he feels unwell after drinking it, you can then use medicinal pills to guide and regulate him. Isn't this much better than you simply forbidding it?"
Liu Buli looked at Qiyu, almost moved to tears.
This nominal master truly held nothing back from him, presenting herself as ready to impart all her knowledge, saving him the trouble of secretly learning.
Perhaps his expression was too obvious, as Qiyu glanced at him and smiled again. She said, "Little disciple, you don't need to overthink it. Anything I know, and anything you can learn, I will teach you. After all, the next person who can come here might be tens of thousands of years away. Rather than holding back, it's better to pass on everything I know. This way, the knowledge won't disappear, and it fulfills my duty as a god of alchemy."
Her words made Liu Buli feel a bit embarrassed. He lowered his head and averted his gaze, then, after some thought, changed the subject. "Master, are all gods as open-minded and broad-minded as you are?"
Qiyu tilted her head in thought for a moment, then shook her head. She said, "Gods are not much different from humans; everyone has different personalities. For example, I wish for my techniques to be passed down, and I enjoy interacting with others. But some gods don't like this. From their birth, they prefer to be alone. They remain solitary until their demise."
At this point, Qiyu seemed to feel something was amiss, so she added after some thought, "However, gods are different from humans. If a human's physical body perishes, their soul can still reincarnate. But for gods, if they fall, their souls dissipate along with them. So, regardless of how they lived, they all vanish together in death, so there's no real concept of loneliness."
Listening to her account, Liu Buli was unsure how to respond. He didn't know whether to offer comfort or what, and he couldn't fathom the emotions hidden beneath Qiyu's calm exterior.
Unlike him, Lu Wuming didn't have so many thoughts.
After listening to Qiyu's explanation, he directly voiced his opinion, "Isn't being alone perfectly fine? There's no point in interacting with others. If it were me, apart from my master, I wouldn't want to interact with anyone, and I don't see anything wrong with that. It saves a lot of trouble in interpersonal relationships, doesn't it?"
Qiyu listened to Lu Wuming’s words, tilted her head, and seemed to ponder seriously. Then she shook her head and smiled, "What you said does have some truth to it, but have you considered that when you are extremely unique and powerful, you become an object of apprehension for others? And later, you become an object to be eliminated."
Hearing this, Lu Wuming couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Liu Buli's expression also turned grim.
Admittedly, Qiyu had directly touched upon his greatest concern.
However, Qiyu seemed unaware of their change in mood. She simply sighed softly and continued, "If the era of gods passed tens of millions of years ago, then you should be unaware of the events that transpired. Has the cause of the War of the Gods been properly passed down?"
Liu Buli shook his head.
Regarding that war, historical records were vague. The specifics of what happened and who participated were not detailed. The only thing clearly recorded in history, and the only thing recorded at all, was that after that war, all gods perished.
Seeing his reaction, Qiyu knew the answer.
She pursed her lips and continued, "Actually, the War of the Gods began simply as an effort to eliminate a single, powerful, and uncooperative god. All the other gods united, solely to kill him. However, various conflicts arose within the alliance, and coupled with the god's immense power, the struggle ultimately ended in mutual destruction."
Hearing her speak, Liu Buli became curious. "Master, what was the name of the god you mentioned? Can you tell us?"
"The God of Slaughter, Xi Chi," Qiyu replied. "If you have the chance to encounter his lingering spirit and learn even a single move from him, you would undoubtedly be the undisputed number one in the current cultivation world."