Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

"Tell me, what are you guys up to? I don't believe you suddenly want to know about the Celestial Spirit Clan Chief because you're researching potions!" Aonanxi's tone was playful, clearly having seen through their thoughts.

Chu Qiuchi collected her thoughts and muttered to herself: As expected of a royal princess, her alertness is truly remarkable! She said with a forced smile, "Nanxi, you are really too clever! You even guessed it."

Ao Nanxi remained unmoved, his smile unchanged: "Don't try to get away with this, just confess honestly."

Chu Qiuchi hesitated for a moment, then cautiously probed, "It's not that we're unwilling to tell you, it's just that this is a secret mission assigned to us by General Jimo. Why don't you go and ask him directly?"

Ao Nanxi frowned slightly, looking at Chu Qiuchi with some suspicion. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a vibration from the magical teleportation device.

She quickly got up, walked to the side, summoned her Feixin (a Chinese instant messaging service), and as she read the contents of the letter, her expression gradually became serious.

After reading the message, she put away the message and walked back to Chu Qiuchi and the others, her eyes darkening: "I already know what happened. My older brother just sent me a message, asking me to fully cooperate with this operation and escort the fake medicine back."

Nalan Xingyao nodded slightly: "Your identity is quite suitable! It adds a lot of credibility."

Aonanxi nodded slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Are you asking the patriarch of the Tianling Clan because you suspect him of involvement in the mutation potion?"

The others remained silent. Chu Qiuchi scratched his head awkwardly: "After all, the beastmen don't know alchemy. Besides humans, the only other race is the spirit race, so our suspicions are reasonable."

Aonanxi chuckled and glanced at her, teasingly saying, "You guys are quite something to be able to directly suspect the clan leader!"

Chu Qiuchi smiled slightly, and seeing that Ao Nanxi did not press the matter further, he relaxed a bit: "We all have our suspicions, so let's take it one by one."

"By the way, have you finished making the fake medicine?"

Chu Qiuchi nodded quickly, "Yes, almost done, it'll be done very soon!"

Ao Nanxi, unsuspecting, nodded: "Alright, then hurry up, I'll go talk to General Ji Mo about this mission first."

"Okay, then go quickly!"

After seeing Ao Nanxi off, Chu Qiuchi took a deep breath and felt a little relieved.

Puyang Minghui looked at her with some worry: "Qiu Chi, we still haven't figured out how to make the fake medicine, right? What if what you're saying is wrong..."

Chu Qiuchi gave her a reassuring look, a confident smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry, I just had a new idea."

Chu Yichen asked with some curiosity, "What are you thinking?"

Chu Qiuchi smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll find out soon enough!" After saying that, she walked to a table and picked up a few magical herbs to begin refining them seriously.

Puyang Minghui watched her movements and the potions she was refining with curiosity. After looking for a long time, she couldn't see anything special about them and couldn't help but wonder: Hadn't these potions been tested before? The colors that came out were wrong. Why are they starting again? Is there some other combination?

The others watched, somewhat confused. Chu Qiuchi, however, was completely focused on the refining process and seemed oblivious to their reactions.

After all the potions had been refined, Chu Qiuchi picked up an empty bottle and began the final fusion. Just then, she suddenly pulled out a small knife from her mental space and swiftly slashed her wrist.

The people around them tensed up instantly. Ji Moyu almost instinctively reached out and grabbed her hand, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with deep concern. He asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?!"

Chu Qiuchi tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't. He said irritably, "Let go of me right now!"

"Explain yourself first!" Ji Moyu's tone became even more urgent.

The others quickly realized what was happening. Chu Yichen stared at her, looking puzzled. "Sis, what are you doing? If you can't make the potion, you don't have to hurt yourself, do you?"

Puyang Minghui nodded in agreement: "Yes, Qiuchi, calm down!"

Nalan Xingyao frowned and pondered for a moment, then asked with some doubt, "Qiu Chi, are you perhaps trying to use blood to cover this up? Are these magical potions you've refined meant to solve the problem of blood viscosity and coagulation?"

Hearing her words, Chu Qiuchi smiled slightly and nodded: "That's right, that's exactly it. Xingyao, you're so smart!" After saying that, she glared at Ji Moyu, "Did you hear that? Let go of me right now."

Ji Moyu reached out to take the knife from her hand, but Chu Qiuchi held on tightly, exclaiming repeatedly, "Hey, why are you touching my knife? Let go of me!"

"Give it to me, I'll do it."

Upon hearing this, the tent fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to Ji Moyu.

"What...you're here?" Chu Qiuchi's struggling movements immediately slowed down. She swallowed and stared blankly at him, her face full of astonishment and confusion.

Ji Moyu looked into her eyes and nodded firmly, "Yes, I'll do it."

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtly ambiguous.

Puyang Minghui looked at the two of them with a somewhat confused expression.

Nalan Xingyao frantically suppressed the ever-growing corners of her mouth, her face expressionless, silently cheering for Ji Moyu in her heart: Well done, Brother Yu! Not bad, not bad, just like that.

Chu Yichen was clearly unaware of the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, he blurted out, "Sis, you should have said so earlier! Let me handle this, I'm tough." With that, he reached out to grab the knife.

Nalan Xingyao rolled her eyes elegantly, inwardly cursing: You idiot, you really know how to ruin the atmosphere.

Upon seeing Chu Yichen approach, Chu Qiuchi immediately snapped out of her daze and said somewhat awkwardly, "No...it's alright, I'm fine. There's a healing potion, so it's not a big problem."

Chu Yichen waved his hand dismissively, "Sis, this kind of thing should be left to us men, otherwise we'll look too useless!" As he spoke, he gently nudged Ji Moyu next to him with his shoulder, smiling brightly, "Right, Brother Yu, you think so too, right!"

Ji Moyu turned to look at him, her eyes filled with an unfathomable expression. "Yes!"

Chu Qiuchi ultimately couldn't win the fight against the two. Seeing that they were about to bleed, he quickly stopped them, saying, "One at a time. Let's try it first to see if it's feasible. Don't waste any blood!"

"I'll go first!" they both said almost simultaneously.

Ji Moyu was ultimately more skilled, quickly snatching the knife and slashing his wrist without hesitation.

Seeing that it was almost done, Chu Qiuchi immediately called a halt and quickly handed him a healing potion. Then, she slowly poured the refined magic potion essence into the bottle one by one, carefully observing the changes in his blood.

After several adjustments and experiments, the final product was indistinguishable from the mutated product in appearance. The group was immediately excited, and a huge weight was finally lifted from their hearts.

Looking at the two men, whose faces were pale from donating so much blood, Chu Qiuchi smiled slyly: "You two contributed the most this time. I'll go to the mess hall and get you some pig's blood to replenish your bodies, after all—"

"You are what you eat... haha..."

Her clear and melodious laughter echoed through the tent, and the somewhat heavy mood of the group eased considerably.