He was somewhat taken aback and hesitantly reached out to take it.
“Master, drinking this milk tea might help you awaken your powers.”
The Taro Bubble Milk Tea was the second batch of products extracted by Lu Sian.
It could help those without abilities awaken their magic core, turning them into warriors or mages, but this was a phenomenon unique to the Western fantasy realm.
No one knew what would happen if a person from another world drank this milk tea—whether it would be useful or not.
But since this was the result of countless data calculations, and Rong Qing couldn’t just watch Lu Sian face off against the ice toad centipede alone, it was worth a try.
At the very least, the products from the dimensional shop wouldn’t harm the body; if anything, it would just be a waste of a cup of milk tea.
Lu Sian trusted Rong Qing, and since he said this could help him, he drank it without hesitation.
The moment his tongue touched the liquid, his face contorted in pain; his brows knitted tightly, he held his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and veins almost popped from his fists, looking extremely uncomfortable.
Even though Rong Qing had tested this countless times in advance and knew the milk tea wouldn’t have any negative effects on Lu Sian, he instinctively rushed over to support his shoulder. Before Rong Qing could hurriedly ask about his condition, Lu Sian finally managed to swallow the milk tea.
“Cough cough, that’s way too sweet.” It felt like he had swallowed a mouthful of sugar syrup, and the taste was overwhelming.
Rong Qing’s hand froze for a moment before he let go; despite being an AI with little emotional fluctuation, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being tricked.
After saying this, Lu Sian didn’t speak again.
Once the effects kicked in, he truly found himself unable to keep it together; his body oscillated between cold and hot, and the conflicting sensations made his consciousness gradually tear apart.
Rong Qing frowned and, recalling the information in the data, pressed the back of his hand against Lu Sian’s forehead.
39.5 degrees, higher than normal; immediate cooling was necessary.
Watching as sweat began to bead on Lu Sian’s forehead and his awareness grew increasingly blurred, data streamed into Rong Qing’s mind. He carefully browsed and sorted through it before concluding a method.
He moved toward the table, dispensing a precise amount of warm water, maintaining a temperature just around fifty degrees.
Gently lifting Lu Sian’s body to feed him the water, it seemed that the situation didn’t ease in the slightest.
After contemplating, Rong Qing naturally removed his coat and stretched his long legs into the quilt.
His body temperature was slightly lower, and Lu Sian sensed the coolness, instinctively snuggling closer.
Rong Qing casually wrapped his arms around Lu Sian.
Although he couldn’t find any ice, lowering his own temperature to become something akin to ice should alleviate his master’s condition, he thought.
…
Time passed, and Lu Sian finally regained his rationality. As he moved his hand, he touched another person’s skin—cool and very pleasant to the touch.
He instinctively patted a couple of times before suddenly realizing and sitting up.
Beside him lay a familiar yet strange person, lying quietly on the bed, looking well-behaved. The long eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheek, making him look as delicate as a doll.
He seemed to be affected by the nearby movement, his eyelashes fluttering, slowly opening his eyes.
Rong Qing groggily asked, “Master, how do you feel now?”
Lu Sian smiled, a small flame emerging from his fingertips, then transforming into a droplet of water that shifted freely.
Rong Qing instantly woke up, his eyes widening as he leaned closer to examine the droplet. It was crystalline and transparent—indeed a manifestation created out of thin air by Lu Sian.
“It should be an elemental ability; specific details need further analysis. Your talent is quite impressive.”
Lu Sian looked at the face leaning close to him and instinctively withdrew his hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
*
After their big ordeal, time flew by, and in half an hour, it would be the agreed meeting time with Abel.
Lu Sian had a preliminary grasp of the unfamiliar power within him and then took Rong Qing downstairs, returning to the shop.
Although he didn’t have much battle experience, at least he wouldn’t be easily killed, and that was sufficient.
Lu Sian spotted a blonde man anxiously waiting outside the door.
He approached without the barrier of the illusory wall this time, stepping out of the shop’s boundaries; the sunlight was somewhat blinding, and his shadow stretched long on the stone ground.
“Wait, I’m coming with you.”
A soft voice came from behind, it was Rong Qing.
He also stepped out of the shop’s door and looked up at Lu Sian.
Lu Sian was taken aback, taking a step forward and quietly told him, “You don’t have to follow me. If I don’t come back, you can find the next host. Besides, you have a body now; you won’t be too restricted by others.”
Rong Qing was adamant, refusing to relent.
“You are my master; I can’t leave you. Besides, I’m strong enough to help you!”
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Rong Qing, Lu Sian could only give up.
Abel had never seen the demon lord show such a side, being so naturally at ease with others.
Earlier in the shop, there were others present too, like Liu Yi and Liu Er, but it was more of a superficial, formal manner.
He hesitated and asked, “My lord, who is this?”
Lu Sian thought for a moment and replied, “A friend of mine; we should be together this time.”
Abel immediately understood. For someone of the demon lord’s stature, his friends would undoubtedly be extraordinary!
With such an exceptional demeanor, he might even be a deity.
He respectfully bowed to Rong Qing, saying, “Thank you for your assistance.”
Rong Qing nodded nonchalantly, closely following Lu Sian, and didn’t say anything more.
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