Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The alchemy room was filled with green smoke. Sun Simiao placed the jade bowl with ice cracks on top of the black iron medicine cauldron. Three bronze candlesticks carved with coiled dragon patterns stood in a triangle.

He first used a silver knife to cut open the Tianshan Snow Lotus. When the milky white juice dripped, it condensed into frost crystals on the surface of the jade bowl. He then steamed it slowly over a low fire.

When the moonlight was at its brightest at midnight, the medicine began to take on a pearly luster. He immediately peeled off the nine layers of oil paper covering the venom sac of the Western Region Blood Spider.

The moment the scarlet poison sac came into contact with the air, purple-black mist rose up, and the copper bells under the eaves rang without wind.

"Dang Cang——"

The moment Sun Simiao dropped the poison sac into the liquid medicine, a three-foot-high red flame rose from the cauldron.

He quickly dipped his ice silk gloves into the cold pond water and held down the violently vibrating lid of the tripod with his bare hands.

Through the glass peephole, one could see two streams of medicinal liquids fighting like dragons, with blue-white and red-purple surging endlessly in the cauldron, and the entire alchemy room was filled with a pungent, fishy and sweet smell.

When the east was already bright, he calculated the time and threw in the Fiery Sun Grass. The dark golden leaves melted when exposed to the heat, leaving tortoise-shell cracks on the wall of the tripod.

The most dangerous part is collecting the pills.

When Sun Simiao opened the lid of the tripod with pliers, the originally calm medicinal liquid suddenly condensed into a blood-red spider web and flew towards his face.

He threw the warm jade at his waist with his backhand. The jade exploded instantly when it came into contact with the poison, and the flying debris reflected colorful rainbow light in the morning light.

When the poisonous fog dissipated, a vermilion pill was revealed at the bottom of the jade bowl. The pill had natural snow lotus veins on its surface, and the fishy smell had faded, leaving only a cool fragrance.

"It's done!"

Sun Simiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with joy after the elixir was completed.

There is only one plant of Fiery Sun Grass this time, and he only has one chance.

Fortunately, he lived up to expectations and finally refined the detoxifying pill.

The door opened, and the yard was filled with military commanders.

Ran Ming, who was the most impatient, suddenly rushed forward and asked with some expectation:

"Dr. Sun, how is it going? Is the pill ready?"

Sun Simiao smiled slightly, took out a box containing elixirs, and after opening it, a fresh fragrance of snow lotus wafted out.

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

Ran Ming was overjoyed when he heard this. He stepped forward and hugged Sun Simiao, laughing wildly, "Hahahaha, I knew that Divine Doctor Sun would be able to master this skill."

All the generals watching from behind also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Feng Anguo, who was steady in character, immediately suggested: "There is no time to lose. Please send the elixir to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately."

"Yes, yes, yes, send the pills over quickly." Without saying a word, Ran Ming pulled Sun Simiao towards the palace where Chu Ning lived.

The others did not delay and followed immediately.

When I arrived outside the hall, I saw a person wearing a red robe with a coiled dragon embroidered on it. Her delicate face was stunningly beautiful even without any makeup.

Who else could it be but Wu Zhao, the empress of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Empress of the Great Zhou!" Everyone saluted.

Wu Zhao glanced at the medicine box in Sun Simiao's hand, and a light flashed in her eyes.

But she still suppressed her inner emotions, pretended to be calm, and asked, "Is the pill ready?"

Sun Simiao nodded quickly: "Your Majesty, the elixir is ready, and it needs to be given to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as soon as possible."

Wu Zhao did not say anything, but nodded slightly and led the way into the hall, and everyone immediately followed.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the hall.

Chu Ning was talking to Feng Mulan in the hall. When they saw everyone coming in, Feng Mulan's eyes lit up and she rushed over and asked:

"Dr. Sun, is the elixir ready?"

Sun Simiao smiled and handed over the medicine box; "I'd like to trouble you to give the pills to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Feng Mulan was overjoyed. She took the medicine box, walked quickly to Chu Ning, took out the medicine, and stuffed it directly into his mouth without waiting for Chu Ning to speak.

The moment Chu Ning tilted his head back and swallowed the pill, thousands of ice needles exploded in his throat.

He staggered to stand up, his five fingers digging into the edge of the sandalwood table, and purple-black blood oozed out from between his fingers.

Feng Mulan was afraid that he might get hurt, so she quickly reached out to support him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched Chu Ning's skin, an electric current swept out and bounced her away.

At this moment, Chu Ning's internal organs suddenly felt a burning wave, as if someone was pouring boiling copper liquid into his meridians, and the blood spider poison spots on his right arm formed a spider web-like frost.

The two extremes tore at each other in his body. The pupil of his left eye glowed with the silver light of a snow lotus, while the bloodshot in his right eye condensed into tiny red flames.

"click"

His broken molars mixed with blood foam rolled to the ground, breaking out seven blood crystals like glass beads.

When his back knocked over the bronze crane lamp, large areas of his skin began to crack, and clear liquid like snow water from the Tianshan Mountains oozed out of his left half of the body, while purple-red poisonous mist rose from his right half.

I saw a bronze mirror dimly, and the shadow of a blood spider suddenly appeared on its forehead, with its eight legs being cut off bit by bit by the roots of the snow lotus.

Seeing this scene, Ran Ming's face changed drastically, and he was about to go forward to check.

But Sun Simiao reached out to stop him and said in a deep voice: "Don't be anxious, let's wait and see!"

"But His Highness..."

"Don't be nervous. This is the only way after taking the antidote for the blood spider poison."

Sun Simiao explained: "This poison is extremely overbearing. It needs the cold air of Tianshan Snow Lotus and the yang energy of Lieyang Grass to expel it. This requires a certain process and time."

"Looking at His Highness' current state, the drug must be taking effect in his body. If we disturb him rashly at this moment, it will probably backfire."

Ran Ming's mouth twitched and he stopped talking.

Although Wu Zhao and Feng Mulan were also very worried, since Sun Simiao had made his words so clear, they did not dare to act rashly.

At this moment, Chu Ning suddenly felt a warm current rising from his dantian. The twelve medicinal powers were like golden needles passing through his acupuncture points, forcing the poison that had been lingering for a long time to his fingertips.

When the first drop of inky poisonous blood penetrated the blue brick, he vomited half a palmful of scarlet ice slag, and a light golden flame pattern appeared on the butterfly bone on his back - that was the seal left by the Fiery Sun Grass.

The densely packed black blood vessels on the body were now gradually turning blue.

But this process is very long!

The crowd did not leave. They stood in the hall waiting for Chu Ning's changes.

When the morning light penetrated the window lattice, Chu Ning leaned against the jade table and gasped for breath. He looked down and found the cool fragrance of snow lotus lingering on his palm.

At this time, Feng Mulan ordered someone to fetch a basin of clean water.

"Your Highness, wash your face first."

Chu Ning nodded slightly and looked down. The clear water in the copper basin reflected his grey face. Only a trace of cinnabar left by the blood spider poison remained at the end of his eye, as if someone had used a pen to draw half of a withering mandala.

This appearance made his originally youthful and frivolous demeanor even more weird.

He reached out and scooped up some clean water and sprinkled it on his face. The cool feeling instantly made him more awake.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his limbs.

Suddenly, the internal energy that he was originally afraid to use surged out like a tide.

Chu Ning's eyes lit up, his eyes focused, and his aura suddenly exploded.

In an instant, a powerful momentum roared out.

Ran Ming was stunned for a moment, then he shouted: "This is the strength of a top-notch master!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Chu Ning's face suddenly changed drastically. He groaned, took several steps back, and fell onto the bed.

"Your Highness!" Everyone was shocked and rushed forward to check.