Inside the shop, as soon as Xu Qing walked in, Ling Er was about to run over in excitement. However, she noticed the additional old man and women who appeared beside Xu Qing, causing her to pause with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
"This little girl from the Ancient Spirit Race isn't bad."
Princess Mingmei looked at Ling'er and smiled.
She admired the fighting style of the Ancient Spirits and had made some good friends in the Ancient Spirit Race in her early years. Moreover, she wasn't unfamiliar with Ling'er.
After all, when Xu Qing saved her back then, Ling'er was with Xu Qing.
"Hello, Grandma." Ling'er slowly walked to Xu Qing's side, tugging at his clothes, and spoke gently towards Princess Mingmei who was standing beside.
Princess Mingmei nodded with a kind smile.
On the side, Fifth Sister also noticed the relationship between Xu Qing and Ling'er, so her expression softened. Eighth Brother, knowing how much Xu Qing was valued among his siblings, smiled foolishly.
At the same time, the featherless parrot also flew over rapidly from the backyard. As it flew, it cried and complained.
"Grandpa, you're finally back. These few days, I…"
Before the parrot could get close, it let out a cracking sound and was instantly grabbed by a large hand in the air.
The one who caught it was Old Eighth.
Old Eighth's eyes gleamed as he stared at the parrot and spoke in surprise.
"Brother, don't you think the bloodline of this little thing is familiar?"
"He can be considered a descendant of that person. He was nurtured by the brat outside."
The heir smiled.
"It was nurtured?" Old Eighth had a strange expression. He glanced at Wu Jianwu outside and held the parrot in front of him, sizing it up carefully.
The parrot trembled, its eyes filled with fear, losing the ability to struggle. It felt that the old man in front of it was terrifying to the extreme, like a giant furnace burning fiercely. It seemed that if the furnace spread out even a hint of fire, it would turn into ashes.
At that moment, Ning Yan, who was wiping the ground, was also trembling. Just like Wu Jianwu outside, his mind continued to rumble as he stared blankly at the heir and the others.
'All of them… all of them are Soul Accumulation cultivators? All of them came to the apothecary?'
Li Youfei was trembling so much that he knelt down.
However, compared to them, Nether Fairy was much calmer.
The instant she saw Princess Mingmei and the others, although she was also shocked, she quickly calmed down. After all, there didn't seem to be much difference between serving one Soul Accumulation cultivator and four Soul Accumulation cultivators. In any case, it was just simmering water.
What she cared about the most was still disgust and hatred for the captain.
As for the captain, he had an excited expression on his face. His face was filled with flattery as he quickly ran over from the back room.
"Grandpa, you're back! I heard the parrot squawking early this morning, and at that moment, I guessed that Grandpa, you might be coming back today. That's great!"
"Hello, grandmas, hello, Grandpa." The captain agreed and bowed, trying his best to make his tone sweeter. However, his heart was trembling. Although he had expected this, he didn't expect Xu Qing to bring back three more in one go.
'Heavens…'
When Old Eighth heard this, his gaze shifted away from the parrot. He glanced at the captain and spoke to the heir.
"Brother, why do you still have a divine sinner here?"
"And the aura is very familiar. I remember many years ago, when I still had some consciousness, a cultivator with a similar aura came to the door I was sealed in. Every time I knocked on the door, the other party would knock back, looking very cheeky."
"Was it you?"
Old Eighth's gaze was deep. After saying that, he looked at the captain.
The captain blinked and was about to speak when Fifth Sister's cold voice rang out.
"Many years ago, someone used the god's ritual dance technique and sent a wisp of divine sense into the place I was sealed in. It made an unreasonable request and was eaten by me."
Their words caused Ning Yan to gasp. Wu Jianwu, who was outside the apothecary, was shocked. Xu Qing also cast a deep glance at the captain.
The captain's heart skipped a beat.
"Erniu, were you causing such trouble in the past few years?" the heir asked casually.
The captain quickly shook his head and carefully said.
"Grandpa, look at how obedient I am… This must be a misunderstanding!"
The heir smiled faintly and didn't pursue this matter. Instead, he brought his siblings to his usual area.
The moment they sat down, Nether Fairy carried the kettle and quickly arrived. She respectfully brewed four cups of tea.
Princess Mingmei picked up her teacup and took a sip. She gazed around and agreed slightly.
"This place is quite good."
Fifth Sister's gaze swept past the room and Ning Yan and the others as she agreed lightly.
"It's good to be young."
Old Eighth finished the tea in one gulp and let out a long sigh.
"If you think it's good, then it's good!"
Just like that, while everyone was shaking in the apothecary, a day passed.
The next day, when it opened for business, everything was normal in the small apothecary. Ning Yan wiped, Nether Fairy boiled water, Wu Jianwu and Ancestor Mogui shouted, Li Youfei did odd jobs, and the captain stood guard.
The difference was that they were exceptionally hard-working today, and the number of people drinking tea became four.
However, most of the time, the heir would be sitting there alone.
This was because in the next half a month, Princess Mingmei paid more attention to Ling'er. She brought Ling'er out many times and every time they returned, Ling'er would be very excited. Her cultivation made clear progress.
The chicken coop in the backyard attracted the interest of Fifth Sister. She seemed to like those little chicks very much and took over Ning Yan's work of feeding them.
As for Old Eighth, after interacting with everyone, he became quite curious about Chen Erniu. The captain also tried his best to curry favor with him. Hence, the old and young usually chatted happily.
As for Xu Qing, he had already adapted to the weight of the sun. When he could barely endure the hat on his head, the heir gave a new cultivation plan.
