Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

After all, some of them are destined to hold technology and power in the future.

As soon as Zhu Yunhuan finished speaking, the Jinyiwei immediately entered the hall, picked up Wang Yifeng and dragged him out of the hall.

Wang Yifeng was completely speechless and had no way to defend himself.

Damn it, everyone else only said he was a tyrant, but no one ever said he was so knowledgeable? No... the color of flames can only be considered a side topic in alchemy, but he also knows this?

At this moment, there were only ten thousand alpaca horses galloping through Wang Yifeng's heart.

It was not until he was about to be dragged to the gate of the Industry Department by the Jinyiwei that he finally realized what was happening and uttered a begging cry like a pig being slaughtered: "Please spare me! Your Majesty, please spare me! I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again! Your Majesty, please spare me..."

The wailing sounds gradually faded away until they disappeared. Many people in the hall were still in shock.

She was pulled back by Zhu Yunhuan's gentle, pleasant, and slightly nonchalant voice: "Go on, but don't blow up your furnace for a criminal who deceives the emperor." Turning around, one could even see a faint smile on his face.

If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes.

Who would dare to believe that the young man in front of him had just taken someone's life with just one sentence?

Moreover, they had already completely confirmed one thing - this tyrant king knew something! He really knew how to make alchemy, and more than just a little bit!

Thinking of the scene just now.

Many people had already put aside their disdain for the young emperor, and even looked at Zhu Yunhuan with a hint of caution and scrutiny. In their hearts, they always felt an awkward sigh, thinking, "Why does this young emperor seem to be both unconscious and not unconscious?"

Yuan Gong, who had met Zhu Yunhuan the day before and was among the Taoists and alchemists, first glanced at the fire in his own furnace, then cast a meaningful look at Zhu Yunhuan. His lower eyelids trembled slightly, and he thought to himself, "He really is hiding something."

I became more and more confident in my facial evaluation based on my experience.

And the other side.

Zhang Yuqing, Liu Ziqian and others who are leaders of the Zhengyi sect; Ma Rui and others who are from the Quanzhen sect; and Liu Yuanran and others who are not from the Zhengyi Quanzhen sect but are good at alchemy, all exchanged determined glances with their own people.

For people like them.

Zhu Yunhuan understood the ins and outs of this, which was actually good news.

When it comes to alchemy, the recipes, experience, and temperature are all very dependent on inheritance. Even though many of them are more inclined to practice inner alchemy, the big sects still have the foundation of refining external elixirs.

The more knowledgeable this young emperor is, the more beneficial it will be to them.

Moreover, this young emperor is wholeheartedly pursuing elixirs and immortality, and he himself knows quite a few tricks of the trade. He will certainly be very interested in discussing and learning the art of alchemy with them. With the elixir formulas and techniques they have mastered, they will eventually gain the favor and preferential treatment of His Majesty. Such status is naturally higher than that of an ordinary "elixir producer"!

Anyone who was summoned here by Zhu Yunhuan's imperial edict would be someone who was free from the temptation of fame and fortune, and would certainly be able to clearly see the pros and cons of gains and losses.

Therefore, many people, especially Zhang Yuqing, Ma Rui, Liu Yuanran... and others who really have the skills and strength, have become more and more diligent in their practice.

Everyone has put in their best effort.

Just waiting to compete for the position next to Zhu Yunhuan.

During the incident involving Wang Yifeng, the sounds of furnace explosions in the hall became much more frequent. After all, they were distracted, and it was naturally difficult for them to control some materials and the temperature.

Some of them brought spare alchemy furnaces.

The alchemist who did not have a spare furnace could only hang his head in dejection as if he had lost his parents.

for these.

Zhu Yunhuan also did not intervene too much.