Chapter 3093
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Mr Zuoqiu then headed for the cabin.
Feng Wu followed the old man in a hurry.
That Immortal Spiritual Fruit!
Everything had happened so fast that her original plan had deviated a little.
Following Mr Zuoqiu, Feng Wu racked her brains for a solution.
The fruit had fallen into her hands too suddenly. What should she do now to get it?
It wouldn't be so bad if it fell into someone else's hands, but Mr Zuoqiu's hands would be … hopeless.
Feng Wu turned around to look at the Immortal Spiritual Tree.
The Immortal Spiritual Fruit on the Immortal Spiritual Tree would need at least half a month to ripen. Moreover, there was a Grade 9 spiritual formation set up around it.
She could try to undo it, but Mr Zuoqiu was watching her every move. How was she supposed to do it? How was she supposed to steal it?
No, she wouldn't get the second fruit in half a month. This one was the most important thing right now.
When Mr Zuoqiu arrived, Doctor Mu Yan and Ying Ning had just finished their conversation and walked out hand in hand in high spirits.
When Miracle Doctor Mu Yan saw the Immortal Spiritual Fruit, she became very excited!
"Mr Zuoqiu, is that fruit ripe?!"
Mr Zuoqiu nodded. "The first one is. Go ahead and refine it. His Royal Highness is waiting."
Holding the fruit in both hands, Doctor Mu Yan couldn't hide her excitement. "Yes, of course. His Royal Highness will be able to recover his cultivation after using it."
Ying Ning suddenly interjected, "If His Royal Highness uses it, what about His Royal Highness …"
Mr Zuoqiu glanced at her coldly.
Ying Ning shut up immediately and didn't even dare utter a sound.
"Go ahead."
Mr Zuoqiu reminded Doctor Mu Yan.
Doctor Mu Yan nodded immediately. "Yes, of course."
In order to preserve the purity of the fruit, they had built a refinery here.
The fire that was ignited was the fire of a volcano.
No wonder they had chosen this place to refine the medicine.
The immortal elixir refined with the help of the Mystical Flame at the mouth of the volcano was definitely extraordinary!
Feng Wu watched as Miracle Doctor Muyan carried the Immortal Spiritual Fruit into the inner chamber, then closed the door behind her. She even …
She watched helplessly as Mister Zuoqiu casually set up a formation next to the door.
If he were to set up a ninth-level formation, Mr. Zuoqiu would also consume a lot of spiritual power, so he casually set up an eighth-level formation. However … he added a series of inscriptions.
This Mr. Zuoqiu was really meticulous to the extreme!
Feng Wu had come up with several plans, but they all failed because of his meticulous defense.
Feng Wu racked her brain for a solution.
However, Mr Zuoqiu suddenly looked up and glanced at Feng Wu. "Why are you still here?"
"What?" Feng Wu's train of thought was interrupted.
"Go —" Mr. Zuoqiu pointed at the room next door. "If you can't memorize the basic formula of a level-three formation, don't ever come out again!"
Feng Wu said, "Master …"
Mr Zuoqiu was furious. He threw a book at Feng Wu.
"I'll memorize this book too."
Feng Wu feigned a mournful look.
Mr. Zuoqiu didn't leave. He stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.
This courtyard, as well as everything around it, was under his control.
Feng Wu didn't know what to do.
As the grand tutor, tutor, and guardian of the crown prince, why couldn't he just enjoy his life? Why did he have to keep an eye on her all the time?
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