I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 629 Ji Jiuwu: Don’t Ask, Even If You Ask You Can’t Learn It

Silence enveloped the room, so profound that the fall of a pin would echo.

All eyes turned toward Ji Jiuwu. Madam Ji broke the quiet first, asking, "Jiuwu, you're not deceiving Mother, right?"

Ji Jiuwu replied, "Mother, how could I make light of Big Brother's life."

With those words, he retrieved a storage bag from his waist. This item was a gift from his Master prior to leaving the mountain; it possessed the ability to store numerous objects.

Under the stunned stares of those present, Ji Jiuwu produced a porcelain vial like a conjurer. From it, he shook out a Bailing Pill that glowed softly; this elixir had been crafted by Jiang Yan to neutralize a hundred toxins.

The trio inhaled deeply, drawn by the subtle herbal aroma wafting from the pill in Ji Jiuwu's grasp.

Noticing their reaction, Ji Jiuwu refrained from commenting. He himself had shown similar awe upon first encountering such a pill. He hurried to his Big Brother's bedside, gently parted his lips, administered the pill, and then called out, "Water."

"Right away."

Upon witnessing the pill Ji Jiuwu presented, the Witch Doctor harbored no further skepticism. The unique scent rising from it was utterly unfamiliar to him; clearly, it was no ordinary remedy.

Once his Big Brother had swallowed the pill, Ji Jiuwu suggested, "We should step outside and wait. By day's end, Big Brother's condition will surely mend."

Though lingering questions troubled their minds, the group trusted Ji Jiuwu's assurance and moved to the courtyard to linger in hushed anticipation.

Moments ticked by slowly. As dusk settled, a feeble call emerged from within: "Water, water."

This sound sparked joy across every face there. In an instant, they surged back inside. Gazing at Ji Qiheng, whose complexion remained ashen and lips drained of color, Madam Ji shed tears of relief, declaring, "Heng'er, you've awakened at last. Mother will fetch water for you immediately."

"A wonder, truly a wonder!"

The Witch Doctor cried out, his features alight with thrill.

Ji Yuantao's expression softened with feeling, his eyes drifting instinctively to his son, Ji Jiuwu.

Ji Jiuwu observed his Big Brother steadily, utterly confident in the Bailing Pill's efficacy. His Junior Brother Jiang Yan had absorbed their Master's authentic alchemical wisdom, earning praise as bearing the poise of an Alchemy Emperor.

Shortly after, Ji Qiheng regained a bit of vigor. The Witch Doctor promptly examined his wounds and discovered the poisons within fully purged. Smiling broadly, he announced, "My felicitations to the Lord, Madam, and Young Master Jiuwu. The Young Lord's toxins are eradicated. A peaceful rest of three months will restore him fully."

"What?"

Ji Qiheng's excitement nearly propelled him upright. He pressed, "Witch Doctor, isn't there some herb to hasten my recovery? The Grand Competition approaches soon, if memory serves."

His venture into the world had aimed at readying himself for the imminent Grand Competition. Instead, a Poison Flood Dragon had ambushed him, inflicting grave harm. Awakening now to learn he must sit it out rendered his efforts futile, shaming his father and forfeiting the family's gains.

Ji Yuantao interjected soothingly, "Heng'er, fret not over the Grand Competition. Jiuwu's presence ensures our branch claims a strong position."

"Jiuwu?"

At this, Ji Qiheng spotted the slender youth in the chamber—his sibling Ji Jiuwu, absent for more than three years.

Eyeing Ji Jiuwu's build, he remarked doubtfully, "But with Jiuwu's fragile frame, can he truly compete in the Grand Competition?"

Ji Yuantao grinned, "Your brother surpasses you in strength now. Moreover, his timely return saved your life this time."

Ji Qiheng sat frozen in shock. Days in unconsciousness had wrought vast shifts; the world felt bewilderingly altered.

As her elder son stood bewildered, Madam Ji urged, "Heng'er, rest up for now. Once you're better, question your brother about it all."

"Alright."

Ji Qiheng agreed with a nod, certain his parents spoke truth.

Soon, the others departed Ji Qiheng's courtyard sequentially.

Before exiting, the Witch Doctor inquired, "Young Master Jiuwu, might I ask what that pill truly is? Its effects are astonishing."

The Ji couple's attention locked on Ji Jiuwu too. Their son's homecoming brimmed with wonders, leaving them somewhat disoriented.

Ji Jiuwu grinned and clarified, "It's no mere mud pill, but a true medicinal pill. My Junior Brother refined it and handed it to me before I left the mountain."

"A medicinal pill?"

The term puzzled the Witch Doctor, who frowned briefly before asking, "Young Master Jiuwu, I have a bold request. Could you spare one for my study? Mastering its creation would elevate our Long River Tribe immensely."

The Ji pair nodded encouragingly at Ji Jiuwu.

Yet Ji Jiuwu declined the Witch Doctor outright. Bowing, he stated, "I'm afraid that's impossible."

"How so?"

The Witch Doctor hadn't anticipated such a firm rejection, devoid of negotiation.

Ji Jiuwu explained, "It's not unwillingness on my part, but you couldn't craft it even with one. Pill refining demands Earth Fire foremost, then a Pill Furnace. My Junior Brother succeeds thanks to Master's Divine Weapon gift. Above all, he trained in alchemy under Master's guidance."

The Witch Doctor grew ever more astounded. Earth Fire and Divine Weapons lay beyond his reach. Sighing in resignation, he murmured, "This old fool was dreaming."

Ji Jiuwu chuckled reassuringly, "Senior, no need for dismay. My Junior Brother refined the alchemy technique. On my next visit, I'll present the enhanced method for your perusal."

These words prompted the Witch Doctor to drop toward his knees. Ji Jiuwu swiftly steadied him, insisting, "Senior, such formality isn't required. As a Long River Tribe member, bolstering the tribe is my responsibility too."

Ji Yuantao's view of his son transformed in that instant. His boy had matured beyond recognition, yet the father rejoiced. Enlisting in the Witch God Sect proved a boon.

The Witch Doctor bowed deeply, "Gratitude, Young Master Jiuwu. This old man departs now."

Ji Jiuwu responded, "Fare well, Senior."

Once the Witch Doctor vanished from sight, Ji Yuantao beamed and clapped his son's shoulder. "Jiuwu, double joys grace our house today. Father wishes to share a hearty drink with you."

"Certainly."

Ji Jiuwu consented promptly, adding, "I brought a jug of Master's exquisite wine. Father, let's savor it tonight."

"Really?"

Ji Yuantao's face lit with eagerness, "The Witch God's bestowed wine for me too?"

Ji Jiuwu affirmed, "Absolutely."

"Onward!"

Elated by the fortune, Ji Yuantao's steps danced lightly.

Witnessing the pair's warm bond, Madam Ji's smile bloomed with delight.

Meanwhile, the Witch Doctor bypassed his quarters after leaving the Ji home, hastening instead to the City Lord's Mansion. Admitted by the guards, he entered the hall to meet the Clan Chief.

The Clan Chief brimmed with elation that day. His grandson's entry into a Witch God Sect marked a trailblazing journey. Greeting the Witch Doctor warmly, he queried, "Witch Doctor, what pressing matter brings you to this Clan Chief?"

The Witch Doctor bowed, "To report to the Clan Chief, Young Lord Heng's poison stands cured."

"Truly?!"

The Clan Chief leaped from his seat in rapture. That Poison Flood Dragon stemmed from True Dragon lineage. Even as a Celestial Human, he couldn't counter its venom. The Witch Doctor's news heralded immense fortune for the Long River Tribe.

"Tell me at once, how did you purge the Flood Dragon's toxin?"

With a sheepish expression, the Witch Doctor replied, "Clan Chief, this old man didn't dispel it. Young Master Jiuwu used a medicinal pill to do so."

He stole a glance at the Clan Chief, gauging his response.

The Clan Chief's enthusiasm faded upon hearing this. He grumbled, "Ah, that boy again. No surprise there."

Witch Doctor: "......"