Ye Jiu hurried over to check Sikong Mo’s condition, only to suddenly notice that the wounds on Sikong Mo’s body were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
From the other end of the Plane, through the Trading Device, Yuan Jun Taoist explained, "Although this pill is not top-tier, it’s greatly beneficial to this young friend’s body, especially since his body has been ravaged by those little bugs for years. With a bit of care and about three to five months of nurturing, the pill will slowly be absorbed by his body, and then he will be completely recovered."
With Yuan Jun Taoist’s words, Ye Jiu felt relieved.
Walking over, he picked up the Furry Ball lying on the ground and carefully placed it in his palm, "For today’s events, I thank you immensely for your help, Immortal. Ye Jiu is forever grateful."
As Ye Jiu was about to return the Furry Ball, he saw Yuan Jun Taoist wave his hand, "No need for formalities, my friend. If you truly wish to thank this old Taoist, send over more delicacies from the Mortal Realm. I have no other hobbies, just a fondness for the joys of good food."
"As for this little creature..." The old Taoist glanced at the Furry Ball in Ye Jiu’s hand, "This little one is the lowest level Spiritual Beast, consuming all kinds of poison. It’s not very useful in my hands, but if you find it useful, then keep it for self-defense."
"Really?" Ye Jiu, excited and no longer afraid of the Furry Ball, joyfully stroked its pinkish-white fur, "Then I thank you, Immortal."
"Drop a drop of blood from your index finger onto this little one’s forehead to form a contract, and you won’t have to worry about being harmed by it. I have matters to attend to, so I won’t chat with you any longer."
With that, Yuan Jun Taoist closed the Trading Device.
Fearing something might go wrong, Ye Jiu quickly broke his index finger and proceeded to make a contract with the Furry Ball.
Watching his own drop of blood touch the Furry Ball’s forehead and then disappear, Ye Jiu understood that this probably meant the contract was successful.
Seeing that the Furry Ball was still soundly asleep, Ye Jiu took out a piece of beast skin, laid it on the ground, and then carefully placed the Furry Ball on top of it.
This was a valuable thing, capable of withstanding all kinds of poison—did that not mean that, with it, he would be immune to poison from now on?
After settling the Furry Ball, Ye Jiu then turned around to look at Sikong Mo.
In just this short span of time, Sikong Mo’s wounds had already healed completely, which Ye Jiu found utterly astonishing. He couldn’t help but touch the previously wounded areas several times.
Especially where he had just been wounded, Ye Jiu pressed down with his finger, then pressed again; the wound had really healed, without leaving any trace!
However, before Ye Jiu could retract his hand, he saw a large palm cover it.
"Feels nice, doesn’t it?" Sikong Mo chuckled.
Ye Jiu’s face turned red as he struggled to withdraw his hand, countering, "I was just checking your wounds." It wasn’t that he wanted to take advantage of him.
"I know." Sikong Mo still felt exceptionally weak, especially around his chest, where there was a twisting pain. Although another stream of warmth was helping him recover, that feeling of itchiness and pain that couldn’t be reached was truly known only to those who experienced it.
But it was clear that wherever the warmth had flowed through his body, everything felt warm and exceedingly comfortable.
Looking at Sikong Mo, Ye Jiu asked, "Are you okay? Can you sit up?"
Sikong Mo shook his head.
Ye Jiu, feeling helpless, said, "Then there’s nothing to do but for me to go out first, and then I’ll take you out afterwards."