Just after a long journey, Lan Shuying returned to the small building that grew from small to large.

Perhaps instinctively, she poured into the clean bed after bathing, sniffing the faint incense, and for the first time since she came to this plane, she had a good night's sleep.

According to the Medicine Emperor Valley's eyeliner report, the Sword Emperor did not leave after separating from her that day, but walked in the area outside the valley, as if he was waiting for someone.

Lan Shuying understood that he was not waiting for anyone, but was monitoring her movements, because the Medicine Emperor was not in the valley, and it was not suitable for a long-term stay after the Sword Emperor came.

He didn't want her to go to the snow alone.

The Sword Emperor's life is bright and fair, and he values love and righteousness, and it is really a blessing for the Medicine Emperor to make such a friend.

The original book did not mention the follow-up situation of the Medicine Emperor, maybe he was never released back by the Zhurong clan, so he stayed in the depths of the snow field to help them make the Great Han Pill, and he lived the rest of his life.

But she couldn't allow that to continue.

Because the Medicine Emperor's high-level treatment is likely to be temporary, there is a high chance that he will be in danger.

Mangta had expressed concern about the future of the Zhurong clan.

In his words, the Treasure was supposed to be a living creature, and it was becoming more and more greedy, frantically luring the Zhurong people to get close to it.

The closer they get, the more heat they absorb, and the closer they are to exploding or spontaneous combustion.

In the past, the lifespan of a Zhurong clan was at least fifty years old, but since the anomaly of the treasure, the first to die now are young adults from their teens to thirties!

These unstable clansmen secretly avoided the crowd and approached the Arcana, some of them died because of excessive absorption, and more because they lost their minds and fell into the magma around the Arcanta, and were burned to death.

The old patriarch, who is Mangta's grandfather, was the first to notice the problem.

So he changed the monthly pilgrimage to two months, three months, and finally once every six months.

Originally, such a decision was made for the good of the clansmen, but he struggled to explain, but was not understood by everyone, under the prodding of people with a heart, such a reform made him lose the position of the patriarch, and the Mangta family was also far away from the decision-making center.

The newly appointed patriarch and Grandpa Mangta happen to be two extremes.

He vigorously supported his clansmen in accepting the power of the Arcana, preached divinity, and changed the semi-annual once set by Grandpa Mangta back to one month, and before Mangta fled, worshipping Arcana had become a feast once every seven days.

The new patriarch asked the Medicine Emperor to make the Great Han Pill in large quantities, and this is the purpose.

On the one hand, let the clansmen desperately absorb the heat and enhance the so-called divinity;

On the one hand, the Great Cold Pill is used to cool down and suppress the effect, so that people can stay awake as much as possible and not throw themselves into the magma.

Lan Shuying could imagine that scene, and she thought of it even more.

There is no bottom line to greed.

If these high-ranking members of the Zhurong clan began to thirst for more power, would the frequency of once every seven days be revised again? Then, the number of Great Han Pills they need will increase again, can the Medicine Emperor take on such a heavy workload alone?

Even if he had an assistant and could complete the alchemy work assigned by the Zhurong clan, but, as we all know, the plants on the snow field are barren, are there really so many alternative raw materials that can make the Great Han Pill?

In other words, how long can he practice?

For the Zhurong people who discriminate against foreigners, the Medicine Emperor is equivalent to a tool for making the Great Han Pill, rather than a big living person with flesh and blood.

After the squeezing, when the Medicine Emperor loses his value, what will the angry Zhurong people do to him?

Lan Shuying leaned against the wall of the Dan room, the room full of medicinal incense could not soothe her emotions, and her eyes were stained with worry.

She looked down at her fingers.

Smooth, delicate, and palpably soft.

The strength of these hands is still not enough, with the body of the declining body, she can't kill seven in and seven out in the hinterland of the Zhurong clan where she can control the divine power.

In fact, the easiest way to solve the Zhurong clan is to destroy their roots.

That is, to do hands and feet on that treasure.

As long as she can enter smoothly, destroy the treasure, and rescue the Medicine Emperor, then she will have nothing to do in this plane.

And how to destroy the Arcana......

Lan Shuying's complexion was uncertain.

There are still more than a dozen chaotic props left in her private collection, all of which are high-grade goods, and it shouldn't be a problem to dispose of a treasure from a low-level plane.

Moreover, Nan Ming took people to the ruins, causing the Eye of Heavenly Punishment to be absent, and if she opened the space door in this plane, it seemed that she would not have to worry about being tracked to the coordinates of the mustard boat.

Hopefully, the harvest from disposing of the Arcana will be worth this messy item.

Having made up her mind, Lan Shuying got up first and went to count the total number of existing Great Han Pills in the Dan room.

After she came back, she explained the pharmaceutical steps as soon as possible, and carried out it in groups, and all the boys and handymen in the Danfang worked day and night, and there were a total of 220 Dahan Pills.

The person in charge of the Danfang told her that there are still unbaked ones in the future, and it is expected that they can reach about three hundred by this time tomorrow.

Three hundred, Lan Shuying estimated the weight, if you add the necessities she had to bring with her, it would be very close to the maximum load, and she might not be able to bring it no matter how much she did.

"Thank you for your hard work, after the Great Han Pill is released tomorrow, I will send someone to tell me immediately."

"Yes, Senior Sister, we understand." The other party replied with a low brow.

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The light rain outside did not stop, and the Dao Emperor called a table of wine, with a plate of pickled cucumbers and a bowl of braised green beans, and ate it with relish.

Someone recognized the giant scabbard on his back, and the conversation in the tavern shifted from the Qinglou Fenghua Xueyue to the battle between the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor on the White Tiger Ridge.

The Sword Emperor listened attentively and continued to drink and eat.

He didn't feel a little sleepy, and he didn't notice anything wrong, so he paid, frowned, pushed away the widow's shopkeeper's arm wrapped around like a water snake, and staggered back to the inn, covering his head and sleeping soundly.

Little did he know that a young student walked under the window.

Hou Sheng held a plain oil-paper umbrella, and carried a sealed bamboo bookcase behind him, which did not contain half a book of sages, but a full 300 Dahan Dan that had been specially packaged.

In order to avoid trouble, she took out a token given by Ge Shuyu and passed all the way from the main road guarded by the Mongolian army, and it didn't take long for the snow-capped mountain to reappear in front of her.

She faded and changed into a neat white dress, which made it easier to hide in the snow.

Without disturbing the nearby Mongolian herdsmen, she got tools from the local Yaohuang Valley Villa, chose a direction, and began to climb.

Because of her previous experience, this time, she stepped on the snow earlier than expected.

Fates are always strikingly similar.

She met the Zhurong people again on the border of the snowfield.

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