<h4>Chapter 1590 Storage Bag</h4>


    Liang Wenmei instantly felt like she was struck by lightning and her face turned extremely pale.


    "Mother!"


    Seeing that his mother was on the verge of copse, and looked like she would fall at any moment, Duanmu Heng hurriedly took a step forward and carefully supported her.


    Tears shed in Liang Wenmei''s eyes. She staggered two steps forward and looked at Lu Zijia almost pleadingly. "Jia''er, is there no other way?"


    After cultivating bitterly for dozens of years and finally making some progress, he suddenly became a mortal again. This was simply a fate worse than death for cultivators.


    Besides, the man lying on the dragon bed was the supreme monarch of Delin Kingdom!


    How could he ept this? How could he ept this?


    Lu Zijia looked at Liang Wenmei''s sorrowful look. Even though she really wanted to say yes, in fact, she really had no other way.


    Even though she knew it was cruel, Lu Zijia still shook her head. "I''m only a Mystic Rank alchemist right now. It''s already the best oue if I can protect the lives of His Majesty."


    Fortunately, the emperor was determined to survive. Otherwise, what they saw right now would already be a bag of bones.


    Hearing that, Liang Wenmei immediately burst into tears.


    Duanmu Heng was also very sad in his mind. "Jia''er, can my father still cultivate in the future?"


    Lu Zijia thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but his talent and aptitude might be a bit worse aspared to the time before he was poisoned."


    "It''s good as long as you can still cultivate." Duanmu Heng said excitedly.


    As long as he could still cultivate, there was hope there.


    Besides, his father was the ruler of Delin Kingdom. Even if his talent was a bitcking, he could still use some natural treasures to push his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment realm.


    Foundation Establishment cultivators could live for about 200 years. They could only talk about the futureter.


    It took Lu Zijia two days to finally get rid of the toxins in Duanmu Lin''s bodypletely. What was left was the problem of recuperation.


    …


    At the Evesting Heart Pce.


    Lu Zijia looked at the big wooden boxes that were brought in with a confused look.


    Duanmu Heng followed behind. Seeing Lu Zijia''s confused look, he exined, "Jia''er, these spiritual nts are a thank-you gift from my father to you."


    As he spoke, Duanmu Heng opened one of the wooden boxes.


    "Jia''er, look, these spiritual nts are all my father''s treasures. Even the chief alchemist of our royal family asked my father for them, but my father didn''t give them to him."


    It had been half a month since she treated Duanmu Lin.


    Eight days ago, Duanmu Lin had already woken up. After knowing that he had be an ordinary mortal, he didn''t have a huge reaction. Instead, he felt relieved.


    However, he was still very happy to know that he could cultivate again.


    After all, he had been a cultivator for decades. He was still very unustomed to suddenly bing a mortal.


    Lu Zijia looked at the Mystic Rank spiritual nt in the wooden box and her eyes immediately lit up.


    However, the wooden boxes that Duanmu Heng openedter were basically all yellow-level spiritual nts.


    This wasn''t strange. Delin Country was just a small country. It was already very good to be able to take out a box of Mystic Rank spiritual nts.


    "Prince, king, monarch, thank you. I won''t stand on ceremony then!"


    Lu Zijia had no intention of being polite at all. After saying that, she directly put the few boxes of spiritual nts into the ancient space.


    She moved so quickly!


    "Oh right."


    Lu Zijia suddenly thought of something and took out five storage bags from her space and handed them to Duanmu Heng. "The materials are limited and we can only refine storage bags. Every storage bag is 100 square meters. It should be enough."