Persimmon, Peeling Paint, and the many witches all turned to look at Chen Miemie.
He was holding a potion in his left hand. The stopper had already been removed from the test tube, and with his right hand, he was pouring a single drop of thick yellow liquid into it.
As soon as the yellow liquid entered, the potion inside the tube changed color, instantly turning a viscous yellow.
Persimmon knew him best and immediately asked, “What kind of potion is that?”
Chen Miemie answered honestly, “I don’t know. I named it the Miracle Potion.”
“You’re not a witch. You can make potions?”
“I can’t. I just reprocess finished potions and upgrade them.”
“What did you add to it?”
“Reversed years.”
“Reversed years... ‘Months and Years’? Is that reliable?” Persimmon’s face was full of doubt.
In Persimmon’s eyes, Chen Miemie, this Shopkeeper, was a contradiction. He was the sort of person whose methods seemed completely unreliable, yet whose results were unexpectedly dependable.
Chen Miemie made a great leap and landed beside Persimmon, enthusiastically pitching his upgraded potion.
“Let me tell you, this potion originally came from a seat-level grand witch. It’s absolutely top-quality stuff. And on top of that, I spared no expense and added a drop of an incredibly precious treasure. If I didn’t owe you such a huge favor, Persimmon, I wouldn’t be willing to bring it out.”
Not only the witches present, but even Persimmon was deeply skeptical. “Can you tell me what the original potion did, and what that precious treasure of yours is?”
Chen Miemie answered honestly, “I forgot what the original potion did, but this treasure of mine is extraordinary. It comes from beyond the dimensions of the world—”
“Stop!” Persimmon hurriedly cut him off. There was no time for stories now. “Give it to me. I’m buying it.”
Chen Miemie handed her the potion.
Persimmon accepted it without the slightest hesitation, bent over, and poured it directly into Juzi’s mouth. Juzi had only one breath left in her.
Chen Miemie was very pleased. “Persimmon, you’re someone who can accomplish great things. You have excellent judgment, and when it matters most, you know how to trust the right person.”
Persimmon didn’t even look up. “I didn’t trust you. The logic is simple: Juzi was going to die anyway, so there was nothing to lose by trying.”
The smile vanished from Chen Miemie’s face. He went and squatted in a corner, sulking.
To the delight of every witch present, something astonishing happened three seconds after Persimmon poured the potion down Juzi’s throat.
Juzi’s deathly pale complexion regained its color. Her faltering heartbeat and breathing resumed their rhythm. The only slight disappointment was that her hair remained white instead of returning to its original orange-red.
A dozen seconds later, Juzi opened her eyes again.
“Huh? You’re all here? Am I having a final burst of life before death?”
“Wow! Lady Juzi has really come back to life!” The scene erupted in frantic cheers.
The witches might not have been able to save Juzi, but they were certainly capable of judging whether someone had truly recovered.
After repeatedly confirming that Juzi was alive, Persimmon hurried over to Chen Miemie, who was still squatting in the corner.
“Shopkeeper, your potion really worked! It’s incredible!”
Chen Miemie turned around and presented her with the back of his head.
He had just realized that when he had transformed into Huangyi, he hadn’t been wearing his watch. He couldn’t even recover the eighteen years of cost. It was a devastating loss, and it had made him even angrier.
Persimmon moved in front of Chen Miemie, preparing to say something.
Suddenly, she heard the usually composed Juzi let out a deafening scream.
Juzi was staring at her own body in disbelief, sensing some kind of change within herself. She ignored everyone who called out to her, completely immersed in her own world as if she had gone mad.
It took quite some time before they were able to communicate with her again.
After figuring out why she had regained consciousness, Juzi waved her hand. “You can all disperse. There’s still plenty of cleanup work to do.”
Once all the witches had left, only Juzi, Persimmon, and Peeling Paint remained.
Juzi could no longer restrain herself. Forgetting all decorum and etiquette, she imitated Persimmon and grabbed Chen Miemie, shaking him vigorously.
“Shopkeeper, what potion did you just give me?”
Chen Miemie gave the same answer as before. “I don’t know.”
None of the three witches present believed him.
But this time, their disbelief was different from before.
Previously, they had doubted that his potion would work, assuming he was boasting. This time, they doubted that he truly didn’t know what it did, believing instead that he was merely being modest.
“Impossible. You knew that potion could pull me back from the brink of death. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have given it to me.”
This time, Chen Miemie nodded. “That was the Miracle Potion I processed. Its effect isn’t fixed. If I had to describe it, I’d say it fulfills the miracle desired by the person who drinks it. By the way, Persimmon, what time is it?”
“Let me check. It’s 5:41.”
“Hmm. Dawn is nearly here. I have to go.”
“Huh? Shopkeeper, will I be able to see you again?” Persimmon asked.
“If you can find my shop again, there’s a chance.”
“Good. I’ll come to the shop and visit you again someday.”
At that moment, Persimmon hadn’t realized that what separated her and Chen Miemie was not distance.
Juzi suddenly spoke. “Shopkeeper, you must know what happened to me. I’ve become capable of living forever because of that potion, haven’t I?”
“Immortality?” Persimmon and Peeling Paint exclaimed together.
Only then did they realize that Juzi’s earlier scream hadn’t been because she had survived death. It had been because of immortality—a trait that human witches had dreamed of for countless years.
Now that this trait had fallen into Juzi’s hands, it meant that a vast number of human witches could share it!
Chen Miemie answered a different question instead.
“Persimmon, I’ve completed the commission you once gave me. I’ve repaid the favor I owed you.
“I’m very happy to have made a friend like you. The contradictory part is that, as my friend, I hope you’ll never be able to find my shop again.”
With that, Chen Miemie turned and prepared to leave.
He didn’t make it even half a step.
The sleeves on either side of his coat were pulled from opposite directions.
Chen Miemie stopped and turned back with a hint of confusion.
Persimmon was holding the sleeve on his left. She blinked at him. “I have one last question. You have to tell me the address of your shop, at least.”
“19 Fairy Tale Road,” Chen Miemie answered.
But inwardly, he sighed. Knowing the address wouldn’t help her find the shop.
Juzi was holding his right sleeve. She bowed solemnly.
“That potion, which is enough to change the lifespan of the entire human witch race, was processed by you, Shopkeeper. We will remember your kindness. And whoever originally created that potion—we human witches will not forget her contribution.”
It was already getting late. Chen Miemie floated into the air and left them with one final answer:
“Amber, a human witch born more than three thousand years in the future.”
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
