"Naturally, it's fire-breathing!" Zhu Xu said, casting another glance at the mortal on stage who was "breathing fire." Her face was filled with a sense of loss as if her unique skill had been stolen.
"Xuxu, what is fake is always fake, and it can never become real. The fire 'breathed' by these mortals is ultimately different from the fire of the phoenix clan."
"Xuxu's fire comes from true essence and spiritual energy, capable of burning all things. These mortals are merely imitating with inferior skill. The fire they 'breathe' is only for amusement and has no real use."
Zhao Xue spoke with a serious expression, but his mind was already considering that if Zhu Xu still felt uncomfortable seeing these "fire-breathers," he would find an opportunity to kill them all, making the art of "fire-breathing" disappear from the mortal realm forever.
After Zhao Xue finished speaking, the anger in his crescent-shaped eyes vanished, and he looked at Zhu Xu's eyes, which were now filled with little stars.
"Mm, Zhao Xue is right."
As she spoke, Zhu Xu moved closer to Zhao Xue again, then turned her gaze back to the stage.
After the mortals on stage finished "breathing fire," they began the trick of making pigeons appear from empty hands. It was quite spectacular, but the two below, with their hearts connected, paid no attention to the stage.
"Elixir, elixir..." Su Dan Novel Network.
The hawking voice grew louder. Zhu Xu looked over, wondering if the elixirs of the mortal world could compare to the immortal elixirs of Emperor Lao Zi.
"Zhao Xue, let's go take a look."
As Zhu Xu spoke, Zhao Xue naturally had no objections. He nodded and immediately walked ahead of Zhu Xu, clearing the path for her.
Xiu Yong, who was standing not far from them, also followed suit.
"Old man, what are the effects of your medicine?"
The middle-aged man selling the medicine had a rope tied to the back of his neck, hanging his medicine box on his chest.
"This old man naturally has all sorts of medicine. It just depends on what you need, young lady."
The middle-aged man looked meaningfully between Zhu Xu and Xiu Yong. His teasing and ambiguous gaze would have made any mortal blush.
"Do you have an elixir of immortality?" Zhu Xu's face showed no hint of shyness, her tone filled with curiosity.
She had read about elixirs of immortality in storybooks many times and was extremely curious.
As soon as Zhu Xu finished speaking, the old man immediately panicked:
"My lady, such words must not be spoken!
The current Emperor is also seeking a formula for immortality. If this old man had an elixir of immortality, how could he possibly be selling it on the street, bypassing His Majesty?"
"Then what medicine do you have?" The curiosity in the crescent eyes gradually faded, and her tone lowered.
The old man straightened up. "All the medicine this old man has are good medicines. Listen closely, my lady, and I guarantee you'll like them."
"This old man has medicine for fertility."
After saying this, the old man observed Zhu Xu's expression. Seeing no reaction from her, his gaze slowly shifted to Zhao Xue and he continued:
"This old man also has a secret recipe for invigorating and strengthening vitality."
After speaking, the old man added: "It's not for public knowledge, and one dose is effective!"
Zhu Xu listened, bewildered, and asked:
"What is medicine for invigorating and strengthening vitality?"
As Zhu Xu's words fell, the old man froze. He raised his right hand to explain, but after several attempts, he finally put it down.
"Miss might not know, but this young gentleman should understand." The old man bypassed Zhu Xu and looked at Xiu Yong with a smile.
The aura emanating from this young gentleman seemed very familiar to this young lady, and there was an unspoken understanding in his every move. The old man assumed they were a couple.
"Invigorating and strengthening vitality?" Xiu Yong repeated, then shook his head.
Xiu Yong had been cultivating on Nan An Mountain for years. If it weren't for Zhu Xu, he probably wouldn't have descended the mountain for another hundred years.
Therefore, when he came down, Xiu Yong had only glanced at the introductions to this place. He didn't recognize any of the shops in the mortal realm, let alone any of their medicines.
Seeing Xiu Yong shake his head, the old man froze again.
This time, the old man finally looked at Zhao Xue: "Then do you know?"
As soon as Zhu Xu and the other two arrived, the old man had noticed Zhao Xue, whose presence was exceptionally strong.
Even though Zhao Xue stood silently behind Zhu Xu, the old man could feel a dark, oppressive aura.
When the old man looked up and met Zhao Xue's deep phoenix eyes, he immediately lowered his head.
His gaze swept over Zhao Xue, who had somehow stepped forward and taken Zhu Xu's hand, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Zhao Xue, do you know?" Zhao Xue remained silent for a long time, so Zhu Xu couldn't help but look up at him.
The lashes of his phoenix eyes fluttered, and then he shook his head.
"Zhao Xue doesn't know either. Old man, stop beating around the bush and explain it to us quickly."
The old man, with his head lowered, hadn't even seen Zhao Xue shake his head.
When Zhu Xu spoke, the old man instinctively waved his hand, then quickly stopped the three of them. It was difficult to fool people these days; he hadn't made a sale in three months…
Selling medicine is not easy…
"Miss, young gentleman, please don't rush. This old man has other medicines."
As the old man spoke, he quickly laid out all the medicine in his box.
"This old man has medicine for wind ailments, for pustules, for tuberculosis..."
Before the old man could finish, a passerby couldn't stand it any longer.
"Young lady, this person is clearly a swindler! Years ago, a man suffered from wind ailment, and his mother spent her entire fortune to buy his medicine.
And the result? Didn't he still die?
Young lady, please don't be foolish!"
Zhu Xu nodded thoughtfully at the elderly woman's sincere advice, then turned and carefully examined the medicine seller from head to toe.
So this is what a swindler looks like in storybooks, she thought. I must remember this appearance.
"Thank you for your reminder, madam." Zhu Xu cupped her hands in a salute, mimicking the mortals.
When Zhu Xu turned her head, the madam realized how breathtakingly beautiful Zhu Xu was.
The madam subconsciously raised her hand to touch her own face, then her eyes sharpened, and she turned and left.
Zhu Xu watched the madam's retreating back with confusion, thinking about the scenes described in storybooks. She thought the madam should have said something more.
"Xuxu." As Zhu Xu was momentarily lost in thought, Zhao Xue suddenly cupped Zhu Xu's face with both hands, making her look only at him.