The Ye family moved quickly. Without the covetousness of the Black Soul Palace, the Ye family quickly returned to their original residence.
The house is still the original house, but it has been refined and expanded, and it is no longer as shabby and crude as before.
The Ye family were very happy to return to their home. Although the key was in hand, Ye Tianming had no intention of restarting the family trial realm.
After Yue Wuzheng moved back to the Ye family, he planned to return to the Xuanhui clan to continue his unfinished trial.
Before leaving, I told the old man some things the same night.
It is safer to leave 'Wu Ming' under the care of the Xuanhui family.
Ye Tianming didn't have any objections to this matter, he just nodded and said he was relieved.
Ye Guilan secretly breathed a sigh of relief beside him. Uncle Lieyang... no, it was the matter of the Ye family's royal throne that made grandpa unintentional about other things. For a while, no one asked how 'Wu Ming' was doing.
A lot of area and resources here have been vacated. All the families in the White camp that previously held on have begun to be redistributed, and the relocation of many families has not yet been completed.
The Fang family can also walk out of the shelter of the Zizhu family and settle in a new third-class city.
Seeing that the Ye family had settled down, Yue Wuzheng reluctantly bid farewell to his little wife and returned to the Xuanhui clan. When he saw his throne spirit again, he clenched his hands slightly.
The throne spirit stood there, wearing a mask and following behind him. Yue Wuzheng tilted his head slightly and smiled helplessly.
If you stop fighting, you will never fight your own throne spirit again.
Ye Guilan has received letters from many people, and everyone is very concerned about her physical condition.
Looking at this letter, Ye Guilan cried and laughed at the same time.
Mei Liu wrote her a letter, and the content was very much like Sister Liu's tone, as if she was still the charming mature woman she used to be.
I asked Xiao Guilan how she was doing, and told her that she had taken over the Yinling Sect of the four major sects. She also made some insinuations about Fudie's situation, and she felt very bad.
Ye Guilan sighed, and when he saw the last part, he couldn't help but stop looking.
Mei Liu told her that the throne spirit of the Mei family was made from the body of Mei Jian Yun.
Seeing this, Ye Guilan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The little uncle... finally became the throne spirit of the Mei family?
At the end of the letter, Mei Liu specifically asked: Xiao Guilan, don’t tell Fu Die about this matter. The throne spirit of the Mei family will appear in the four major sects, but that is no longer Mei Jian Yun.
Ye Guilan's nose felt sour. It would have been better not to tell him. The teacher didn't know if he would collapse again when he saw such a young uncle.
Thinking about the throne spirit of Ye Family turning a deaf ear to his call, it was already very sad at that time.
He clearly knew what the face under the mask looked like, and he was clearly standing in front of him, but he was no longer that person.
At the end, Mei Liu drew a smiling face. Looking at the smiling face, Ye Guilan felt the urge to cry.
Fu Cheng's letter was full of concern, and his words were as caring as a grandfather. After reading it, Ye Guilan felt a constant warmth pouring out of her heart.
There are not many words in the letter from the senior sister, only a few words, and they all talk about what kind of elixirs can be taken to restore the body.
It's concise and concise, and at the end I'm attaching a few prescriptions.
Ye Guilan looked a little helpless and said silently in her heart, Senior sister, I will read the notes carefully, I will.
Seeing Song Ji's letter, Ye Guilan was in a daze. She hadn't seen him for a long time. With the departure of Black Soul Palace, the orthodox pharmaceutical industry also gained clarity, and everything was slowly getting back on track.
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Due to the loss of most of the students, the School of Pharmacy, which had to be merged between the North and the South, did not immediately re-separate it.
With the subsequent steady development and the increase in new students, the North and South College of Pharmacy will appear again. This is all good news, and Ye Guilan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
A sentence in Song Ji's letter touched Ye Guilan's heart.
Everything is changing for the better.
Everything will get better slowly, Xiao Guilan.
Snap.
A drop of tear fell onto the letter paper and wetted the writing on it.
Ye Guilan raised his hand to touch his eyes and nodded.
All the pain has passed, and the lost life will always be replaced by new life. Time will heal these scars, and time will repair everything.
Everything will get better slowly.
Ye Guilan raised his head, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and put away all the letters.
The phantom is at level nine, and it's time for her to start planning her next step.
"Ye Guilan, come here."
The sound of offering sacrifices to the spirits sounded, and he yawned by the way.
The mind immediately came to the spirit space. Seeing her coming so quickly, the sacrificial spirit couldn't help but smile a little, "Why are you so fast? I thought you would take a while."
"If you take the initiative to find me, of course I will come over as soon as possible."
She looked into those big eyes with a smile, "Tell me, what's the matter."
"Little guy, we want to discuss the future with you." Chaoming looked at Ye Guilan with gentle eyes, "Are you ready to attack the Fantasy God next?"
Ye Guilan nodded and told all his thoughts, "This is the plan, to attack the phantom god and prepare to go to the tomb of selflessness."
The selfless golden eyes turned around and took a deep look at Ye Guilan.
The little scoundrel didn't forget it, it was pretty good.
Chaoming smiled, "Sure enough, that's what the little guy thinks. We also want to tell you about it."
Ye Guilan turned to look at Chaoming, what did they want to say to him?
"Don't rush to attack the Phantom God. You have just reached the ninth level of Phantom. It will take time to attack the Phantom God..."
It could be heard that Chaoming's tone was very tactful.
Ye Guilan thought of something in an instant and turned to stare at the big golden eyes of the sacrificer, "Tell me how much I need to eat to feed you."
The sacrificial spirit laughed and said, "Just the same fruit as last time, let's get ten more."
"What?!"
Ye Guilan's whole body was about to stick to the cage. She knew from the beginning that the appetite of the sacrifice spirit was huge, and she was mentally prepared, but at this level, it could no longer be described as eating!
This is a bottomless pit!
"The last time I ate a fruit, I reached the ninth level of Phantom! Why do I need so many this time!"
Ye Guilan's eyes widened. If the stomach of the sacrifice spirit could be described by numbers, all the astronomical numbers that had flashed through her mind would have been astronomical.
The last time it was a fruit produced by the power of the phantom god, and there were ten more!
"What's ten? I'm a phantom god myself. It doesn't matter if I eat more."
"Are you eating more?"
Ye Guilan didn't know what to say, "Where can I get ten of these fruits for you? Wait, let me think about how much this kind of spiritual energy would cost if converted into elixirs..."
Ye Guilan immediately sat on the ground and began to count seriously.
As he was calculating, his eyebrows were getting more and more wrinkled, and his whole body just didn't feel good.
When the four saw her sitting there, shaking her head, muttering in a silly manner, and her little face with wrinkled features, the spirit sacrificer couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Chaoming also had a smile in his eyes, and Shengshan immediately said, "Baby, cute."
Wuwo stared at Ye Guilan and finally gave a muffled laugh.
"You're still laughing at me!"
She just felt like her head was going to explode. The road ahead was long, but she didn't have the mentality to take shortcuts. She accepted it step by step.
But the sacrifice to the spirit, such an edible spirit sacrifice...she couldn't bear it!
It will take monkey years, horses and months to reach the Phantom God. How many years will it take to reach the Phantom God!