Fatty Lan just said he wanted to go to the battlefield. Three days later, the Demon Sect will choose some alchemists to go to the battlefield to assist in the treatment of seriously injured disciples. They will go there voluntarily, but those who go will be paid very high wages.
Mu Qianyu was moved when she heard the news. There were many things she could do on the battlefield, which was much more convenient than staying in this dark cave.
Fatty Lan was also tempted when he heard that he was given a lot of money.
However, the two of them found that Old Man Xia was still listless recently, lying in the alchemy furnace full of black ash. He had not slept or eaten for many years, like a living dead, without any movement at all.
"Sir Alchemist, we all believe that you will be able to accomplish this. It's just money. Isn't it easy for you, a fifth-grade alchemist, to make money?" Mu Qianyu persuaded from the side of the alchemy furnace.
The fat blue man on the other side was holding a plate of fresh bamboo shoots and said: "Master Alchemist, these are bamboo shoots that grow on the spirit stone veins outside our Demonic Domain. They are fresh and delicious. If you don't eat them, you will be cold."
"Yes, sir, just eat some. There is also good wine here. I bought a collector's edition of Thousand Miles of Thousand Miles of Flowers with a lot of money." Mu Qianyu took out the wine and said seductively.
When he heard Mu Qianyu say that he believed him, Old Man Xia's eyes moved, and his nose moved again when the fresh smell of bamboo shoots came over.
When the collector's edition of Qian Lixiang was brought out, he sat up completely, grabbed the wine bottle, and drank it with his mouth open.
Mu Qianyu feels so bad. She keeps this wine for herself and does not sell it. There are many precious elixirs in it. Not only does it taste mellow and fragrant, but it can also increase people's spiritual power. It is a good elixir.
None can compare.
Old Man Xia was stunned after taking a sip. He quickly jumped out of the alchemy furnace and said angrily: "What a waste of natural resources. What a waste of natural resources. So many precious elixirs are used to make wine?!"
Mu Qianyu touched her nose. She also felt it was a bit wasteful, so she was reluctant to sell it. She only brewed ten thousand jars, thinking that it would taste better if it was stored for a long time.
"Who brewed this wine? Isn't this a waste of medicinal materials? I can't bear to use it to make medicine, but he has money to burn it?" Old Man Xia cursed, but he didn't forget to drink it.
This wine was so delicious that he couldn't control himself after just one sip. Although he wanted to throw the wine away, he couldn't let it go no matter what.
"I heard that Qian Lixiang came from the hands of the empress of the Great Shang Dynasty. I think she is not short of money or elixir." Fatty Lan replied weakly.
Mu Qianyu was half positive and half negative about this answer. The elixir was indeed available, but the money was still lacking.
"What dynasty was the Great Shang? And there was a female emperor?" Old Man Xia was confused when he heard this.
Mu Qianyu and Fatty Lan looked at each other and felt that they couldn't explain how long it had been since the old man had heard the news from the outside.
"Is Dashang the imperial dynasty that failed to open the sky?" Old Man Xia suddenly asked.
Mu Qianyu nodded: "The emperor of Kaitian is named Ying Yi. He failed and died and left the empire in the hands of the current empress."
"Are you in love?" Old Man Xia suddenly became a little gossipy.
"No." Mu Qianyu replied flatly: "The two of them are just friends, there is no issue of personal relations between men and women."
Now Old Man Xia and Fatty Lan both looked at Mu Qianyu.
Mu Qianyu looked at the disbelieving looks in their eyes, groaning inwardly, but said: "The Empress of Great Shang has been married for a long time."
"Being married does not affect having an affair. When I was young, I had several sweethearts who were married women. You don't know what other people's wives are like. That's called... tsk tsk tsk..." Old Man Xia began to think about it.
stand up.
Mu Qianyu resisted the urge to hit someone and said: "Master Alchemist, have you made any progress in the Explosive Body Pill these days after meditating on it?"
When Old Man Xia was asked this question, his smile suddenly froze on his face. After a while, he returned to lie down in the alchemy furnace without saying a word.
Mu Qianyu felt much more comfortable after stabbing the opponent, which made the old man say nothing serious.
Fatty Lan thought that Mu Qianyu had changed his stimulating tactics, so he also said, "It's useless for Alchemist Master to come up with it. We don't have the money."
Old Man Xia felt like two knives were suddenly inserted into his heart. It was cold and painful!
"What can we do if we don't have money?" Mu Qianyu shook his head and sighed: "If we continue the research and development like this, we can't continue. If we don't have this elixir, wouldn't it be a mistake if we failed in the war?"
"Yeah, I heard that you can make a lot of money by going to the front line now. The alchemist gives you 100,000 spiritual stones a day. Even us boys get a thousand spiritual stones a day." Fatty Lan continued.
Old Man Xia started cooking in the alchemy furnace again, and said angrily and unwillingly: "Go to the front line, you tell those stupid managers, I will go right away."
"Okay." Fatty Lan agreed and left immediately, as if he was afraid that the old man would regret it.
Mu Qianyu thought to herself that although the old man was a little irritable, he was still a simple person and was easy to deceive.
"Boy, how much wine do you have?" The old man looked at Mu Qianyu with a dark look.
Mu Qianyu looked sincere: "This pot alone is worth millions. I got it by chance. Where can I find others?"
"These girls are really prodigal." Old Man Xia still shook his head and complained.
Mu Qianyu felt that sooner or later he would beat this old man, why was his mouth so broken?
On the third day of the report, a group of more than a dozen alchemists and more than twenty children were transported to the front line and took a spaceship towards the entrance of the Demon Realm.
Along the way, there were very few people on the large and small magic mountains. It seemed that a lot of people were investing in the front line. The magic sect was definitely taking action this time.
I just don’t know why such a war is launched and for what purpose?
When it got dark, we arrived at the camp where the seriously injured disciples lived. The ground was already covered in blood, a fishy smell lingered in the air, and wailing moans could be heard from every camp.
This place is probably thousands of miles away from the location of the battle, but we can still see the divine light and soaring demonic energy coming from the dark sky in the distance.
In the distance, Beichen Ye was sitting in command of the camp. At this moment, his mind was a little calmer, because he felt the aura of his wife again. She was safe and very close to him.
He looked in the direction of the Demon Realm, with hope and worry in his heart. The Demon Sect was coming fiercely, and it would take a long time to win. They didn't know when they would meet again.
"Young Master, what are you thinking about?" A gentle voice sounded beside Beichen Ye. Shangguan Rou came in with a soup and put the soup on his table.
"Senior sister, thank you for your hard work. I never eat. Please don't give me food next time." Beichen Ye nodded slightly, his words were very polite, but there was nothing else except courtesy, his eyes were clear and dull.