Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 20020: The Medicated Wine Deal, A Dreamlike Journey Through the Cold Palace
The following day, after Zhao Wuji finished cultivating both the Immortal and Martial arts as usual, he condensed eight strands of spiritual power in the Immortal path, and his Martial arts cultivation also improved.

However, the spiritual energy consumed yesterday is still recovering slowly, with only one-sixth restored.

"A wisp of spiritual energy takes six days to recover. If used to practice spells, it's equivalent to taking six days to increase one point of proficiency in a spell."

Inside the quiet room, Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed, then got up, drank some water, and walked out of the cultivation room.

The maid Chunhua had already prepared hot water for washing and morning dew, and was taking care of his daily needs. The medicine boy Xiaoyue, on the other hand, went out early in the morning to inquire about and search for the medicines in the "Golden Jade Pill," and was very proactive.

"My lord, Lord Mo has replied."

After washing up, a servant named Kobayashi delivered a letter, which he respectfully presented.

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. He quickly threw aside the towel, took the letter, opened it, and looked forward to making a deal with Mo Quancai, who was providing the ancient wine.

He had already done the math: a jar of Qinghualang aged 1800 could absorb three strands of yang energy.

Mo Quancai had once offered to trade wine for the Golden Spear and Fiery Elixir.

He refined a batch of Golden Spear Fiery Pills, consuming only five strands of yang energy.

One batch of pills contains approximately ten pills.

If one could trade a Golden Fiery Pill for a jar of Qinghualang aged wine.

Even after deducting costs, he can obtain 25 strands of yang energy, which is a very good deal.

However, Mo Quancai was no pushover either.

The letter indicated that the author did not have much of this ancient wine in stock, and that if it were to be exchanged for pills, three Golden Spear Fiery Pills would be needed to exchange for one jar.

That tone was exactly the same as it was at the Immortal Seeking Gathering last time.

Zhao Wuji naturally couldn't make such a deal, even though he could still earn four to five strands of yang energy from each batch of pills.

However, alchemy is a very mentally taxing task, and considering the effort and manpower he put in, it was almost all for nothing.

He immediately wrote another letter, insisting on a single pill and a jar of aged Qinghualang liquor, asking the other party to consider it carefully.

While fine vintage wines are certainly hard to find, his Golden Gun Fiery Elixir is even more scarce on the market today.

As long as he doesn't start refining pills, there will be no stock on the market.

If Mo Quancai truly has this need, he will definitely agree, or at least give it a try first.

Zhao Wuji was confident that once the other party experienced the power of this pill, they would be unable to resist it, and at that time, they would have to bring out as much fine wine as possible to trade for it.

After ordering Xiao Lin to deliver the letter, Zhao Wuji had breakfast and then drove to the Imperial Hospital to perform his duties.

"Little Zhao, it's your turn to go on duty at the Imperial Pharmacy tonight, isn't it?"

Inside the Imperial Medical Academy, an elderly man with white hair and wrinkled skin asked in a hoarse voice.

"Academician He! That's right, it's Physician Yan and I who are on duty at the palace tonight."

Zhao Wuji responded with a bow.

"I heard you sent your medicine boy to collect a medicine that resembles a sunflower with serrated leaves?"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback, then nodded. "That's right. Has Imperial Physician He seen this medicine before? It should be called Sunflower."

The old man shook his head, picked up the teacup on the table, and said slowly, as if to point out something, "This is an ancient medicine, which should be extinct now. More than twenty years ago, I traveled to the Southern Barbarian Continent and saw it on Phoenix Feather Mountain at the end of the Yunmeng River."

Zhao Wuji was speechless for a moment.

The message was from more than 20 years ago. Even if he went there now, things would probably have changed drastically.

Moreover, the Southern Barbarian State is too far away, close to the Qian Kingdom, where the people are known for their fierce and dangerous nature.

After asking a few more questions, he noted down the message for the time being.

After exchanging words with several imperial physicians and clerks for a while, he went to his private medical quarters to rest.

The Imperial Medical Academy had two directors, eight imperial physicians, more than twenty imperial physicians, and more than forty ninth-rank medical officers.

Most of the imperial physicians were over fifty years old, and they rarely had anything in common with Zhao Wuji. However, among the ninth-rank physicians, there were quite a few with whom he could get along well, and they had even secretly gone to brothels together to listen to music before.

At this time, seeing Zhao Wuji come to see patients, some familiar doctors introduced patients with cold-related illnesses who had been specially reserved to Zhao Wuji for acupuncture treatment, which could be considered a small way of currying favor.

In the eyes of many physicians, Zhao Wuji has a strong background, excellent medical skills, and is very young. He is almost a future imperial physician, so it is necessary to establish good relations with him in advance.

Time flew by, and night fell quickly.

After receiving his waist token, Zhao Wuji entered the Imperial Pharmacy with another physician, Yan, to take up his post.

The Imperial Pharmacy was located near the inner palace, not far from Jingqing Palace.

He planned to take advantage of the terrain tonight to use his spiritual technique to control the sword pellet and explore the Yunyu Pond of Jingqing Palace.

The only thing to worry about is the dragon aura that permeates the palace.

However, the areas with the most magnificent and abundant dragon energy are concentrated in the Zixuan Palace and the Penglai Palace in the northeast corner of the imperial city, while there is very little in the inner palace.

Jingqing Palace, being a remote and neglected palace, lacks even a trace of imperial aura, thus posing extremely low risks.

"Uncle Yan, I'll take over the night shift for the rest of the night. You can get some rest."

Inside the Imperial Pharmacy, Zhao Wuji brought a cup of tea and handed it to Imperial Physician Yan, who was dressed in a physician's robe.

"Nephew Zhao, you're too kind."

Physician Yan hurriedly got up to take the tea, a smile spreading across his dark face. "Actually, I'm still in good health, so keeping watch at night won't be a problem for me."

"Hey! Uncle Yan, you're my senior. Don't be so polite with me about such a small matter. I'll need to consult you on medical matters and treatments in the future."

After Zhao Wuji's polite exchanges, Physician Yan felt relieved and agreed to the suggestion, thus granting Zhao Wuji's wish.

The imperial physicians on duty in the Imperial Pharmacy were mainly responsible for handling the daily medical care of the royal family, including emergency cases at night.

This is actually a job with a certain degree of risk.

If a member of the royal family suddenly falls ill and is not treated properly, and something serious happens to them, the emperor may hold them accountable, and they could lose their heads.

Zhao Wuji befriended the more skilled physician, Imperial Physician Yan, not only to facilitate his spiritual travels in the dead of night, but also because having more friends meant having more opportunities.

Fortunately, no eunuchs came to notify me to make a house call until the middle of the night.

By the time it was Zhao Wuji's turn to keep watch, it was already past midnight.

The dim light cast a halo through the paper-covered window panes.

Zhao Wuji sat alone in the pharmacy until dawn.

The faint snoring of Imperial Physician Yan could be heard from the opposite side hall, and the two pharmacists waiting outside the door also looked listless.

His intuition failed to detect any expert lurking nearby and observing.

He immediately went behind the screen, facing the window, and used hand seals to mobilize the spiritual power within his body to perform the Netherworld Communication Technique.

"The Yin Cave opens its gates, the Nine Netherworlds open, the Earthly Treasury issues its decree, Yin and Yang communicate subtly."

His soul instantly rose like a wisp, drifting out of the window, and he saw the vast golden dragon energy coming from the direction of the Purple Mystic Palace in the distance. It was like a lifelike golden dragon coiled and guarding the center of the palace, awe-inspiring all directions.

A night breeze blew by, but it could not shake his soul, which was in a state of spiritual communion.

Under the clear starlight, the clouds and mist resembled layers of cotton wool.

Auras, some strong and some weak, appeared in the observation of the soul's eye.

The closer one gets to the center of the Purple Mystery Palace and the inner palace, the stronger the aura becomes, while it weakens significantly at the edges.

"When Kan and Li meet, the Five Elements resonate, and forgiveness is granted—"

He once again performed the ball-manipulating technique by making hand seals.

The poisonous caltrop sword pellet flew out with a 'whoosh,' carrying the divine soul, merging into the night, and swiftly sped towards the Jingqing Palace.
Another chapter will be released promptly at 11:30.

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