Chapter 46: One Eye
Among the medicinal pills, some of the more common ones had lost their potency because they were not stored properly.
Ying Shao’an inspected each one, and half of all the pills had lost their effectiveness.
The remaining pills were more precious, so they were well-preserved, and despite the many years that had passed, their medicinal properties had not faded.
After dividing the pills into three portions, what was left were the three porcelain bottles.
As the porcelain bottles were opened, a rich and pleasant medicinal fragrance immediately filled the entire courtyard.
Upon seeing this, Ying Tong quickly acted to seal off the entire courtyard, preventing the fragrance from drifting out.
“Master, what kind of pills are these?” Ying Xuechen asked.
Hearing this, Ying Tong leaned in for a closer look and said, “You’re lucky. These are Marrow-Washing pills made from phoenix blood. After taking them, you will be reborn, like undergoing a process of nirvana, and completely transform.”
“That’s amazing!”
Ying Shao’an’s eyes brightened, and without hesitation, he swallowed one of the Marrow-Washing pills. The next moment, his body was surrounded by a ball of red flames.
Then, a scream of agony was heard as Ying Shao’an curled up into a small shrimp.
This was not due to the pain from the red flames; in fact, the flames surrounding him caused no pain at all. Instead, it felt as though he were immersed in a hot spring, which was quite comfortable.
However, while the flames wouldn’t harm Ying Shao’an, it didn’t mean his clothes were immune to the flames.
So, as soon as the flames appeared, his clothes were completely burned away.
Ying Shao’an stood there, fully naked, without any covering in front of Ying Tong and the others.
“Don’t look, don’t look!”
At this point, Ying Shao’an was almost crying. He no longer cared about his dignity and shouted loudly at the others.
The pride of a young man is always the strongest.
Ying Tong naturally understood this, so she turned around to give him some privacy. The other two also turned around to avoid any embarrassment.
Seeing that everyone had their backs to him, Ying Shao’an, naked, quickly ran toward his room.
It was a real case of “fire burning at your butt.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to find some clothes to cover himself, but the flames on his body had not yet been extinguished, and any clothes he had just taken out were burned to ashes immediately.
When a loud bang came from Ying Shao’an’s room, the three of them turned around.
Ying Tong said to the other two, “You should go back and take the pills.”
Ying Xuechen and Ying Xuejian nodded in agreement.
They had already seen Ying Shao’an’s reaction, and secretly, they were relieved that they hadn’t been in a hurry. Otherwise, it would have been them embarrassing themselves just now.
After the two left, Ying Tong stretched lazily. Her gaze swept across the room and suddenly noticed something hidden among the shredded pieces of clothing.
Ying Tong pulled the object out of the pile of fabric, and it turned out to be a piece of sheepskin.
However, the sheepskin was completely clean, without a single mark, looking as if it had never been used.
But if it had never been used, there would be no reason for it to be left here.
She tried infusing spiritual power into the sheepskin, but it still did not react.
“It seems this sheepskin is not meant to be used this way.”
At that moment, a small black bird with golden markings silently landed on Ying Tong’s shoulder.
Ying Tong frowned as she looked at the yellowed sheepskin, and the bird spoke, “The people outside have been searching for you desperately.”
Hearing this, Ying Tong didn’t turn around and replied, “Searching for me? Do you have any proof that they are looking for me? Did they bring a portrait of me or call my name? Don’t go around making baseless claims.”
Indeed, the people from the Ying family outside were frantic in their search, but what did that have to do with her?
Strictly speaking, the Ying family and the Ying family had long since had no connection, neither in name nor in blood.
The bird, Ye Ying, looked at Ying Tong in disbelief, clearly exasperated by her ability to speak nonsense with such seriousness.
“By the way, go get me some chicken blood,” Ying Tong ordered.
“I just got back, and you’re already making me work. You’re really too much,” Ye Ying grumbled.
Though he complained, Ye Ying transformed back into his human form and walked outside to buy some chicken for Ying Tong.
Before long, a proud rooster was brought back, its wings held tightly in Ye Ying’s grasp.
“I asked for chicken blood, not a live rooster. What’s the matter with you?” Ying Tong said.
“I asked around, and no one sells just the chicken blood,” Ye Ying responded as he headed toward the kitchen.
A loud cry of the rooster echoed from the kitchen, and not long after, Ye Ying emerged holding a bowl of fresh, still-warm chicken blood.
“You still haven’t told me what you need this for?” Ye Ying asked.
Ying Tong didn’t answer but instead dipped the sheepskin into the chicken blood.
As the sheepskin was completely soaked in the chicken blood, marks that were previously invisible gradually began to appear on its surface.
These marks multiplied, and slowly, they formed the shape of an eye.
Ying Tong gazed at the eye, feeling a strong sense of familiarity.
She rolled up the sleeve of her right arm, revealing a mark on the inner side of her arm. It was a golden eye, the symbol of her identity as the heir of the Lake of Reincarnation.
Although she was called the heir, the previous master of the Lake of Reincarnation had already fallen many years ago.
The reason Ying Tong had not yet become the true master was that she had not ascended yet, leaving her position somewhat unofficial.
Now that the mark of the Lake of Reincarnation had appeared here, it was hard for Ying Tong to believe it was just a coincidence.
She pulled the sheepskin out of the chicken blood and washed it clean with fresh water.
Once the eye had fully appeared, the aura belonging to the Lake of Reincarnation could no longer be hidden.
Ye Ying, who knew that Ying Tong was the heir to the Lake of Reincarnation, saw this scene and asked, “What’s going on here?”
Ying Tong blinked at him, “You’re asking me?”
“Who else should I ask? You’re the heir to the Lake of Reincarnation.”
“You also said it. I’m just an heir. I’ve never been to the Lake of Reincarnation.”
At this point, Ying Tong suddenly thought of someone—perhaps that person would know something.
She took out the key to the Medicine God’s inheritance that she had obtained earlier from the Lingxiao Sect. It contained a fragment of the Medicine God’s consciousness, and surely, that person would know something.
The Medicine God, who had already fallen into a deep slumber, waiting for the inheritor to awaken him, was forcefully roused by Ying Tong.
Without wasting any time, she placed the sheepskin map directly in front of him.
“Medicine God, do you know what this is?” she asked.
The Medicine God, still groggy from being awakened abruptly, was taken aback. He thought: You woke me up just to show me an eye?
Though he was extremely reluctant, the Medicine God understood one fundamental truth: when you are under someone else’s roof, you must lower your head. Even gods had to acknowledge this reality.
**TN
‘fire burning at your butt’ – being in a hurry to do something at the last minute
