Digging up spiritual roots and seizing blood? You scumbags, wait and tremble.

The housekeeper said softly, "Could it be that this is her first time in Beijing and she wants to look around but has no money to buy anything?"

Zhong Ran might have a few copper coins on him, but this is the capital, not the countryside, and a few copper coins can't buy anything.

Zhong Qingshan also understood this, but understanding was one thing. He just felt that the theft in the mansion was related to her.

But there was no evidence, so there was nothing we could do to her for the time being.

"Have someone keep a close eye on her and report any unusual movements."

Zhong Ran returned to the yard and closed the gate directly, then returned to the room and closed the door.

Take out the herbs and process them, then summon the divine cauldron.

There is a space of its own inside the divine cauldron, which has no influence on the space inside the cauldron used for alchemy.

The divine tripod can also be enlarged or reduced in size at will according to her thoughts, which is very convenient.

With a slight movement of his mind, a flame popped out from his fingertips and was sent into the furnace under the sacred tripod, slowly burning the sacred tripod.

The flame was also hers. It was because she was born with the flame that she was determined to have atavistic bloodline.

The original owner should have had fire in her body, but she didn't know how to cultivate it, nor could she mobilize that power for her own use.

After the cauldron was heated, she threw all the herbs directly into the cauldron: "Xiao Ding, the rest is up to you."

Her health is very poor now. Although she has her own fire, she does not have enough mental strength to make pills on her own.

But her Fengming Divine Cauldron has a spirit that can make pills on its own. She only needs to prepare the herbs and put them all in.

If the alchemists in Fengming Continent saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

In her previous life, not many people knew that she was an alchemist, and she rarely made pills in front of others.

Occasionally, when she made elixirs in front of others, she did it in a very proper manner and no one knew her secret.

Otherwise, her master and aunt would have extracted her ancestral bloodline first instead of her top-grade spiritual roots.

The Fengming Divine Cauldron jumped twice, made two slight buzzing sounds, and then became quiet.

If you look closely, you can see that there are many flames inside, wrapping and calcining each medicinal herb separately.

Zhong Ran no longer paid attention to the alchemy inside, and just sat cross-legged beside the divine cauldron to practice.

Her ancestral bloodline can achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivated in this area.

But after about two quarters of an hour, the divine cauldron stopped by itself, and more than thirty pills flew out of it and flew into a pill bottle.

Afterwards, another batch of processed medicinal materials flew in by themselves and began to be calcined and refined into pills again.

The success rate of refining these low-level pills by the divine cauldron is very high.

But these herbs are not top-quality elixirs, and the success rate in making pills is still much lower.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Ran stopped practicing and opened her eyes. The Fengming Divine Cauldron had returned to her body on its own, and only a few rows of pill bottles were placed beside her.

She poured out a pill, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

It's good to have a divine cauldron. You can easily refine top-grade pills. Although the success rate is not as good as that of spiritual medicines, it is much better than that of ordinary alchemists.

With these more than 300 top-grade pills, she can at least be promoted to the fourth or fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

However, she did not plan to advance too much at once. She thought that after reaching the second level of Qi Refining, she would have the strength to protect herself.

She planned to give the rest of the pills to Zhong Yan.

He has a Devouring Divine Body. I wonder if these hundreds of top-grade pills can make him feel more comfortable and advance to the first level of Qi Refining?

But if he wants to be able to control his physical condition, he must find a suitable practice method.

At this time, she began to miss her senior brother.

The eldest senior brother is an encyclopedia. He is familiar with many martial arts secrets. If he were here, he might be able to give some advice.

Without thinking any more, she poured out several Qi Gathering Pills, stuffed them into her mouth, and began to practice.

If people knew that she took so many pills at once, her eyes would probably pop out.

Only she has the conditions to take pills and practice in this way.

Mu Jinning, who had just finished practicing, suddenly sneezed. He opened his eyes and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand to rub his nose, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that Junior Sister is thinking about him?

He ignored unnecessary thoughts in his mind and looked inward at his own condition.

After waking up, he did not continue to sleep, but began to practice.

However, the spiritual energy in this world is too poor, and it is difficult for him to repair his internal injuries, let alone practice.

Up to now, his internal injuries have not fully recovered, which makes him feel depressed just thinking about it.

"Zhuifeng, get me something to eat."

He spoke in a low voice. If it were in his previous life, he would have been able to practice fasting at the first level of the Golden Core, and would only occasionally accompany his junior sister to eat a few spiritual meals.

But his current body is just that of a mortal, and he still has injuries inside. If he doesn't eat, he will starve.

Dinner was brought in quickly, along with a bowl of black medicinal juice that gave off a strong medicinal smell.

He glanced at the bowl of medicine, his eyes full of disgust.

If Junior Sister were here, she would definitely not have made such a smelly medicine.

"Uncle Zhong, go to the storehouse and get me some fine jade."

He sat down to eat by himself, feeling much better now than when he had just woken up.

The butler Zhongbo was very curious: "My Lord, is there something you want the jade for?"

Mu Jinning looked up with a calm gaze, but Zhong Bo felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

He quickly lowered his head and stepped back: "I'll have someone bring it over right away."

The master seemed a little different when he woke up this time. He always unconsciously exuded a heart-pounding aura.

Uncle Zhong stepped out and arranged for two guards to come in and wait for his orders. He went to the warehouse himself and picked out all the best jade.

As a prince, and the one with the greatest hope of ascending the throne, he has many fine things in his mansion, including hundreds of pieces of fine jade like this.

After eating her fill gracefully, Mu Jinning looked at the jade on the table and waved lightly.

With these jade stones, I think I can not only completely recover from the injuries in my body, but also advance to the first level of Qi Refining.

Unfortunately, there is very little spiritual energy in these jade stones. It would be great if there were elixirs.

Pills are made by condensing medicinal materials after purification. Even the most ordinary and low-grade Qi-Gathering Pill is definitely much better than these jades.

However, he still didn’t know where his junior sister was. After he recovered from his injuries and was promoted to the first level of Qi Refining, he would find a way to find her.

"Everyone, get out."

"Your Highness, you haven't taken the medicine yet." Uncle Zhong reminded cautiously.

"I know, you go out first."

Zhong Bo couldn't stay any longer, so he left carefully.

Before leaving, his curious eyes fell on the jades on the table.

I was curious, why did the prince want so many fine jades at once?

Of course, Mu Jinning would not really drink the medicine. He picked up the jade and placed it on the ground, and soon he formed a simple spirit gathering array.

He sat in the middle of the spirit gathering array and began to absorb spiritual energy to heal his wounds.

Only after his injuries healed could he formally begin his cultivation.