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.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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