After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Unfortunately, no matter where you are, escape can never solve the problem.

Everyone present, regardless of status, had a large bowl of the immortal version of witch soup in their hands.

The smell of the finished product is really hard to describe in words, it is extremely intoxicating.

Mo Zheng just took a light sniff, and the bitter, burnt, and strange musty smell that rushed straight to his head almost made him burst into tears.

He immediately blocked his sense of smell and came back to life.

Qiao Qianan seemed unaware of this, and he ate the soup in big gulps, enjoying it very much.

Finally, he commented seriously:

"If you add some powder made from Wenku and Baihuiteng, it will be even more perfect."

Judging from the way he spoke, he really felt sorry for not being able to add these ingredients.

As soon as he looked up, he was met with the eyes of Mo Zheng and his three disciples, which were full of resistance and disbelief.

Without waiting for Mo Zheng to bargain, he began to introduce his masterpiece with great interest.

It would have been fine if he hadn't introduced it, but once he did, those who were forcing themselves to continue drinking the soup almost vomited out everything they had just eaten.

It turned out that this big pot was not only mixed with the mud from their feet.

There were also mosses scraped from the walls of the passage, fine powder of rocks, dilapidated bird nests picked up at random from the outer door, and the shriveled corpses of earthworms...

Listening to the introduction of these "luxurious materials", Mo Zheng couldn't help but push the large bowl in his hand away.

What he faced at this moment was no longer the question of whether he had the courage to drink the bowl of soup.

But just smelling the smell for a little longer would make my stomach churn like the world and I would vomit if I relaxed.

He tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his stomach and tried not to make his expression appear too rude.

After all, as the master of the Medicine Immortal Mansion, Qiao Qianan's talent and attainments in medicine are obvious to all, and it would be a shame to let him lose face.

Looking around, the other disciples also had bitter expressions on their faces. They looked at Qiao Qianan's enjoyable expression and doubted whether his sense of taste was normal.

Qiao Qianan seemed oblivious to the reactions of those around him, and immersed himself in introducing the effects of this masterpiece:

"Everyone, this is an improvement I made based on the formula of the Nine-Transformation Cloud Dragon Pill."

"Although it uses local ingredients, it lacks the two herbs Wen Ku and Bai Hui Teng, so it cannot compare with the miraculous effects of the Nine-Transformation Cloud Dragon Pill."

His words were filled with deep regret, but then he cheered up again: "It can make our aura very similar to the environment here, making it easier for us to conceal our tracks and blend into this snowy landscape."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically invited everyone to taste it quickly:

"Eat it quickly, the medicine won't be as effective if it gets cold."

The enthusiasm with which he urged everyone to eat quickly was comparable to that of an enthusiastic host urging everyone to eat more.

The Nine-Turn Cloud Dragon Pill is a top-level elixir renowned in the ethereal world. It is said to be able to repair the soul and turn the tide of fate. It is the best of the best!

After hearing what he said, the others pinched their noses and poured the liquid into their mouths without saying a word.

Repeat this in your mind: Good medicine tastes bitter, good medicine tastes bitter, it's normal that it tastes bad.

It will pass.

However, Mo Zheng couldn't drink even a little bit no matter what. He closed his eyes and tried to put it into his mouth several times, but he vomited before he could even taste it.

Li Fuyi, feeling distressed, hurried over to pat his back to calm him down, took the bowl of witch soup and walked towards Qiao Qianan and his cauldron.

"Master Qiao, Fuyi has something to ask of you, can you..."

Before he could finish his words, Qiao Qianan spoke up, "Although the taste of this medicine is a little off, the effect is surprisingly good. If you add other herbs, the properties of the medicine will inevitably change, so just bear with it."

As he said this, he glanced at Lin Moran, who was desperately stuffing cakes into her mouth to get the taste, and said, "Fairy Guanghua, you should eat less of these cakes. They won't be effective with the medicine."

Lin Moran was caught and pouted. She stuffed another piece into Mo Zheng and Hua Jiantang's hands before putting the oil-paper bag into the brocade bag.

I cursed in my heart, damn drug addict!

If it weren't for your great medical skills, do you think I would believe your nonsense?

Li Fuyi shook her head, pointing to the remaining layer of the pot, and said to Qiao Qianan, "Can you lend me the rest, including this pot?"

When Qiao Qianan heard this, his expression changed, and he asked him with great interest, "Do you want to improve the prescription based on this?"

"No, no, no, I will not show off my medical skills in front of the master." No matter how stupid Li Fuyi was, he would not do such a thing in front of him.

"I have learned some basic alchemy skills from Uncle Yubai, but I just want to try to condense these into pills so that it will be easier for Master to take."

Mo Zheng was ashamed. What should he do since it was a bit embarrassing to do so secretly?

But the physiological reaction when vomiting is really uncontrollable...

He had no choice but to put on a shameless face and bow to Qiao Qianan.

When Qiao Qianan heard that it was just that, he felt a little disappointed and found a place to sit down and close his eyes to rest.

Leave the pot to Li Fuyi to do whatever he wants.

Nan Yubai knew about Mo Zheng's problem with taking medicine, so he stood up and walked to the pot, reaching out to ask for the bowl in Li Fuyi's hand: "Let me do it, I'm familiar with this alchemy pill."

Li Fuyi hid the bowl behind her back and shook her head. "Master, we need to lead the team to explore the way out later. How can we waste our energy here?"

"Just let Fu Yi come."

"Even if it doesn't turn into a pill, removing some of the moisture and rolling it into a ball will work."

Nan Yubai heard him say this and thought it was a feasible method.

He no longer insisted. He really needed to conserve his strength to deal with emergencies.

This was just an excuse. Li Fuyi just wanted to do it herself because this was what her master wanted to eat.

He summoned real fire and heated the cauldron in one go, his movements smooth and fluid.

Nan Yubai nodded secretly after seeing this. This basic skill is really quite solid.

A few people with high-level cultivation observed him for a while and then let him go.

Because while Li Fuyi was outputting immortal power to maintain the true fire, his body was also running its own mental method to absorb various elements around his hands for his own use.

By deducting the two in this way, the loss of his own immortal power is very small.

But in just one cup of tea, all the water in the pot is evaporated.

Just when he was about to increase the firepower to refine it into pills, he was stopped by Mo Zheng.

He pressed the back of Li Fuyi's hand to stop him from pinching the seal: "Don't waste your immortal energy to condense the pill. This is enough for me, your master."

He gently grabbed the steaming pot through the air and rubbed the sticky medicinal mud with his immortal power.

When they fall into the palm of your hand, they become round balls of the right size for your taste.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the pill in one gulp, then took a few gulps of water, letting the bitter pill slide into his stomach along with the water.

He put the pastry that Lin Moran had just stuffed into his mouth and chewed it slowly, finally suppressing the nausea that was about to surge up again.

He gave Li Fuyi a relaxed smile, and with a wave of his sleeves, the medicinal paste in the pot turned into round little balls.

However, this medicine was made by Qiao Qianan, and it would be inappropriate for the Zichen Sword Sect to take it away on their own initiative.

He instructed Li Fuyi: "Put one bottle in and keep it, and return the rest to Master Qiao."

Li Fuyi naturally did as she was told and only filled the bottle with the amount that Mo Zheng had just eaten twice.

The rest, including the cleaned pot, was returned to Qiao Qianan.

Qiao Qianan looked at Li Fuyi with admiration, looking forward to the invitation: "Immortal Lord Ling Feng, you are indeed quite talented in the art of medicine making. If you are interested in the future, you may come to my Medicine Immortal Mansion for a chat."

After hearing what he said, Lin Moran pulled Li Fuyi back and stood in front of him.

She glared at him fiercely and stretched out her hands to him.

Qiao Qianan was also very conscious. Without saying a word, both of them handed most of the remaining medicinal mud balls in the pot to Lin Moran.

"Da Qiao, is it harmful to take too much of this medicine?"

Lin Moran asked as she mentally planned to distribute the pills in case of emergency.

Qiao Qianan was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "You can give it to others, and they can take some when the effect of the medicine wears off. But you have to keep one extra bottle for yourself."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and his tone was very serious: "You just secretly spit out half of it, you have to make up for it."

Mo Zheng was like an experienced melon-eating civet, keenly sensing something between the two of them.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. It was worth it that he kept creating opportunities for the two of them to get along. There was a chance!

only……

Xiaoran, isn't it awkward to call a grown man Da Qiao?