Chapter Eighty-four Golden Toad

  "What? You, you're not kidding, right?" Wu Ming shouted in fright, his voice trembling. However, the reason he was shocked wasn't because of the frog tribe's territory being occupied, which didn't matter to him, but rather because the frog daoist had just asked him for something, could it be... asking him to go fight the snake tribe? Was this a joke? The entire frog tribe couldn't even win, how could he possibly hold his own?

  The toad immortal was indeed an old demon, and he also smiled at Wu Ming's appearance, waving his hand: "Hehe, I didn't let you go deal with them, just you, don't even have the qualifications to be a cannon fodder. Don't worry, I just want you to help me treat a patient, I heard you can refine pills?"

  This toad's teleportation is very fast, the previous sentence and the next sentence are not matching at all. However, it made Wu Ming feel relieved, fortunately, he only needs medicine to cure the disease? Exchanging would be fine, this problem isn't a big deal!

  "Why don't we go see the patient first? We've been out for some time, so I think it's best to head back early." Wu Ming asked aloud. This was a place of great danger, involving the grudges between two major demon tribes, and it would be better to leave as soon as possible. Suddenly, he remembered something else and spoke again: "By the way, Daozhang, how did you know I could refine pills?"

  The Toad Daoist smiled mysteriously: "Can't say, can't say. Hehe, okay, I originally wanted to let you rest for a while, but since you're in a hurry, then let's go!"

  Following the toad, Wu Ming walked into the cave, winding and twisting like walking into a rocky cave. As he went deeper, it seemed as if he had reached the belly of Mount Wanshou. Inside, it was dark and humid, but there was a faint sense of vitality. The further in he went, the thicker this vitality became. Suddenly, a pool of water about ten meters square appeared before Wu Ming's eyes. The water in the pool was milky white, like cow's milk.

  In this milky pool water, a touch of gold flashed.

  "This is the most precious treasure of my toad clan, the million-year-old stalactite water. Only one drop falls every year, and it has taken hundreds of millions of years for this pool to accumulate to its current scale. Drinking just one drop can greatly enhance your strength, like yours, and also nurture any hidden injuries in your body, making it a miraculous healing medicine. Moreover, even if you have closed meridians or poor root bones, drinking this can help to some extent to widen your meridians." The Toad Daoist said this with gleaming eyes, seemingly trying to see through Wu Ming and gauge the extent of his greed. Unfortunately for him, Wu Ming no longer had any desires. This thing was good, but could it compare to the system? Even if it could increase strength, what's the use if the meridians couldn't be opened? Forcing himself to drink this would only lead to a violent death! However, if it really could widen his meridians, that would be great!

  In the past, Wu Ming really didn't have much understanding of this root bone, thinking that it was just a problem with meridian blockage. When he could cultivate internal energy, he thought it would be like what he had seen on TV before - directly using his true yuan to slowly open up the meridians. He thought others could break and repair at the same time, but even if he wasn't that strong, he could do it slowly, just like how a road becomes wider after being walked on many times.

  But in fact, this is simply impossible. Meridians are not roads. Roads can be said to be as wide as the entire world, as long as there are no obstacles. In other words, if it's a plain area, the road can be 10 meters or 100 meters or kilometers wide, as long as you walk through it. But what about human meridians? Can they become that way? It's like a train tunnel, a tunnel that can only accommodate one train, but two trains are squeezed in at the same time, can the tunnel still hold up? At this point, it's natural to think of ways to make the tunnel bigger.

  To put it simply, the tunnel needs to be enlarged, and it's not possible to use explosives like gunpowder as easily as when digging started. Who knows what consequences would occur if such a violent method were used? The same applies to meridians. When meridians are blocked, it's not just a matter of using internal force to blast them open. What if they shatter after being blasted open? Therefore, there must be a way to repair them. For example, the "Wan Nian Zhong Ru Shi Shui" (Ten Thousand Years Clock Limestone Water) has the ability to nourish meridians. If taken while clearing meridians, its effects will become apparent.

  The effect of the Clock Limestone Water and the Nourishing Vein Pill is almost the same, but in terms of medicinal efficacy, they are worlds apart. The medicinal efficacy of the Clock Limestone Water can even nourish broken veins, while the Nourishing Vein Pill can only cure damaged veins at most. If it were not for this limitation, the Nourishing Vein Pill would not be just a first-class medicine. To put it another way, one can cure fractures and the other can only treat external injuries.

  "Huh, what's that?" Shi Jingxuan didn't pay much attention to it. As her master would say, power gained from external sources is ultimately unstable. Instead, she focused on the golden object in the water pool.

  The toad path people saw Wu Ming still with a clear and calm expression, Shi Jingxuan was even more distracted, and instead smiled: "When you leave, I can let you take some away, it's also considered the friendship of my toad clan."

  "Hey, that's a great feeling!" Wu Ming laughed and said, this thing is indeed a good thing, isn't it?

  "Little San, you're here? Who are they?" A hoarse voice from inside the cave said.

  The Toad Spirit heard this and respectfully replied into the darkness, "I have seen your uncle. He is the one I brought to treat the king's illness."

  "Is that all you've got? A tiny doll like this? Who's going to cure the illness?" The old voice seemed skeptical, filled with doubt.

  "Uncle, rest assured, I've understood." The toad said with a solemn guarantee, but afterwards he didn't see him speak again. That invisible old toad also stopped speaking, probably in 'private chat'.

  Wu Ming was somewhat astonished, this uncle... aren't turtles all born from eggs? At least a few hundred eggs in one birth, right? How did he know that old turtle was his uncle? Had they done a DNA test or something?

  "Alright, the doubt is still a doubt. Wu Ming's mind wandered for a moment before he refocused on the topic. That toad king shouldn't be that golden thing, right? Is it really just a toad? The view is somewhat dark, and more than half of its body is submerged in the limestone water, making it hard to see clearly. However, one thing can be confirmed - it's indeed not big, probably about the size of a fist."

  How can such a small toad be the king of all toads? This feels so unbelievable. But it's golden... Could it be that it's actually the legendary Golden Toad?

  "Come on, old ancestor, don't say anything else, just try it! If it can't be cured, it's better than dragging it out like this!"

  In the silence, a low voice suddenly rang out, with a tone that was somewhat middle-aged. Wu Ming could say with certainty that the voice absolutely came from that fist-sized golden toad.

  This little guy, how can his voice be so mature? Wu Mingtu's heart skipped a beat. It...how can it talk? The toad as big as a millstone he saw outside just now couldn't speak human language! Is...is this the difference between legendary divine beasts and demonic beasts?

  "Alright then, let's give it a try!"

  That old voice sighed and disappeared into the darkness.

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