Zhou Xianguang seemed not to hear Li Qingyu's words, and snatched the jade liquid bottle into his hand. He looked at the bottle's mouth and even sweared: "My grass! You are a prodigal son. Since this thing is so precious, you just asked me to drink it as a drink? You planted a soybean? You are a waste of resources! Look, you look, there are not many in it! You prodigal son!"

"My commander, don't be so excited. This green liquid is a treasure, but the more precious thing is this bottle. This bottle is called the Jade Liquid Bottle, which can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth day and night, and generate this green liquid inside, but the generation speed is very slow. This bottle turned out to be Bai Yugui's thing..."

Li Qingyu immediately told him about the effect of the jade liquid bottle.

Even though Zhou Xianguang knew that the jade liquid bottle could still produce jade liquid, he said unyieldingly: "That can't be wasted, after all, this liquid is generated too slowly. There are only a few drops a day, which is really too precious."

He suddenly felt a little joyful, and said, "With this thing, Li Ruitong can ripen many extremely rare herbs, and maybe he can refine some kind of elixir to cure the illness of your parents and Xiaoya's parents!"

Li Qingyu's face showed a hint of gloomyness and smiled bitterly: "With rare herbs, Li Ruitong will definitely be able to refine more Qi Condensation Pills and Foundation Building Pills. It can also be used to refine more healing drugs, but it is impossible for those who have lost their souls to condense their souls again."

He sighed a long time and continued: "My parents and Xiaoya's parents have lost their souls, not injuries in the traditional sense."

Although Zhou Xianguang knew that Li Qingyu was telling the truth, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Nothing is absolute, maybe a miracle happened? There are a large number of martial arts masters in the Iron Prison. Maybe these people have ghost cultivators, right? You should go to those places to see, they may have some solutions."

Li Qingyu nodded and said, "Well, I have thought of this too. I am planning to go to the Iron Prison. I hope I can gain something."

After the two chatted for a few more times, Li Qingyu left the office and rushed to the Iron Prison. Wu Minghao, the new warden of the Iron Prison, immediately welcomed Li Qingyu into his office, and personally soaked a cup of fragrant tea for Li Qingyu.

Wu Minghao was originally just a small leader in the Iron Prison. Before, Li Qingyu and Hu Defeng made a big fuss in the Iron Prison. He became the warden by chance. At that time, it was just to live for a while. He thought that after the matter was over, the Iron Prison would fall into the hands of the Bai family again, and his life would probably be over.

But he didn't expect that the Heavenly Soldier actually took down Xiangguang City! He, the warden, really sat firmly! Therefore, he was very grateful to Li Qingyu in his heart.

Li Qingyu thought to return to Mishui Town as soon as possible, and did not intend to stay here for a long time. He directly asked Wu Minghao to inquire if there were any ghost cultivators in the Iron Prison. If there was any, please come over immediately. He had something to ask.

Wu Minghao is a very quick-witted person. Within a quarter of an hour, he took a man back to the office and said to Li Qingyu carefully: "Staff Officer Li, I asked all the entire Iron Prison and found only one ghost cultivator. I was afraid of delaying your affairs, so I sent them here first, and then I will screen them again, and maybe I will find something."

"Actually, I'm a little curious, too." Li Qingyu suddenly laughed.

"Oh? Please say."

"Although there is no good or evil in martial arts, the ghost cultivators I have seen before have a gloomy aura on their bodies, but I feel a strong and righteous spirit from Brother Yu. Why is that?"
Chapter completed!