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Chapter 1041 - Chapter 1041 Chapter 648 If Its Not Fresh Its Free

Chapter 1041: Chapter 648: If It’s Not Fresh, It’s Free Chapter 1041: Chapter 648: If It’s Not Fresh, It’s Free Jiang Hui’s gaze inadvertently swept over the Old Turtle in front of him, and then the corner of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly, seemingly carrying a bit of speechlessness.

The strength of this Old Turtle had not shown any noticeable increase.

It had merely advanced from slaying me to Semi-step Supreme in less than a hundred thousand years, which might sound not bad, but this progress was truly nothing remarkable in the village.

Of course, it was also possible that Jiang Hui’s eyes had been spoiled by the bunch of rabbit scoundrels he had at home.

But after all, the other party is a turtle…

Turtle speed… that should be acceptable…

While the Old Turtle’s realm hadn’t shown much progress, the flesh on its body had evidently worked hard to catch up, overtaking the previous generation as if they were dead on the beach.

It’s unclear whether it was because of the quality of food he had provided recently, or some other reason, but the already sizable body of the Old Turtle had become somewhat bloated.

To be able to eat is a blessing!

Jiang Hui could only comfort himself with this thought.

After all, the only thing he lacked in his possession was not Beast Meat.

Not to mention ordinary Beast Meat, even Pure Blood Beast Meat was abundant in his hands, and feeding the Old Turtle was not a concern.

The highest quality and best meat in the village was none other than the fresh flesh of the Ten Evil level, which was also plentiful, but not typically provided to the public, considered a special supply not available to just anyone who wished to partake.

Firstly, it served as a reward for the village’s meritorious subjects.

Secondly, the energy contained within such high-level flesh was too vast and violent; ordinary people would not be able to withstand it upon ingestion, much less absorb it, and might directly explode to death.

“Immortal Elixir?”

Slightly after Jiang Hui’s voice faded, the Old Turtle, huddling off to the side as if waiting to be called upon in a military muster, visibly flinched, somewhat slow to react.

The Golden Light Figure was similarly stunned, disbelief evident in its expression.

Being a plant itself, the Golden Light Figure was aware that there was an Immortal Elixir upon the Old Turtle’s back–one, and it had visited the Burial Earth not long ago, hoping to emulate the Method there. That place had one too, and in the hands of the established Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain, there must be at least one more to be on the safe side…

Just these Immortal Elixirs alone added up to a number beyond imagination. Now news of yet another Immortal Elixir being born had arrived, especially in the barren Lower Realm, which was simply unbelievable.

It was not just the quantity of Immortal Elixirs appearing at an explosive rate.

What was more important was that the Golden Light Figure had spent time in the Lower Realm and was aware of some of its secrets. Indeed, in its view, those weren’t much, yet those secrets seriously constrained the Lower Realm.

The Lower Realm was barren, a desolate wasteland with thin Spiritual Energy. It was particularly a prison, a place where some so-called Great Sects of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths imprisoned their convicts. How could it possibly be worthy of summoning an Immortal Elixir to break through the ground…

Immortal Elixir, Immortal Elixir. Just as the name implies, it contains the word ‘Immortal.’ Even if it were the worst, it would have taken root in the cracks of the Immortal Ancient within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. But where in the Lower Realm could such cracks exist, as even in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, they would be rare!

Though filled with confusion internally, the Golden Light Figure did not believe the person before it was spouting nonsense or blabbering without evidence.

Given the other’s strength and status, even if they claimed the sky was falling, it would be entirely true without a hint of falsehood.

Of course, Jiang Hui saw the Golden Light Figure’s doubts, but he had never been one to explain things, let alone needing to do so to anyone.

While commoners saw the Lower Realm as a place of exile, he was well aware that despite its barrenness and total mismatch for the birth of an Immortal Elixir, it was a land full of miracles.

Just the birth of Emperor Huang Tian alone was enough to overshadow any other exquisite sacred site.

In other words, given that this was Emperor Huang Tian’s homeland, a slight deviation from common sense was understandable.

With such an extraordinary figure emerging, would it be so abnormal for his own little place to be a bit monstrous?

A gentle breeze came, blowing Jiang Hui’s black hair that cascaded down his back, with strands dancing in the wind, sacred and brimming with Immortal Qi.

His gaze was profound, directly piercing through layers of Boundary Walls, settling upon a low peak outside the Heavenly Domain covered with peach trees.

What was typically an unfathomable distance seemed no more than a glance away from him, enabling him to see the very end.

The place was very quiet, exuding a peaceful tranquility, with a fine mist of drizzle and mist meandering among the flowers, grass, and trees of the mountain, making it quite a unique little Immortal Realm within the Mortal World.

As June arrived, the temperature began to rise, growing scorching and somewhat unbearable.

In the mountains, even though the flowering season had passed, the peach blossoms were still uncommonly blooming profusely, in shades of bright purples and reds, conveying a vigorous vitality.

The peach blossoms danced chaotically, dazzling to the eyes.

To the ordinary observer, the splendid peach blossoms were all that could be seen, which after prolonged watching, might even induce the illusion of losing oneself. Yet in Jiang Hui’s eyes, these blossoming peach trees were merely an illusion.

The true reality lay in a plant glowing with red all over.

It stood over a person’s height, with buds swollen, dotted with five or six points of dark vastness, and its roots covered in sharp thorns that gleamed coldly, comparable to the sharpest blades in the world.

An Immortal Elixir, a rare Peerless Great Medicine, the emergence of which would incite countless creatures to vie for it. But that didn’t mean it was a soft persimmon that could be easily handled.

In fact.

An Immortal Elixir was very powerful, especially one that developed its own consciousness. Even a Supreme would find capturing it a challenging feat.