#1997 - You used the wrong object

Eight Nine Profound Palace.

Jun Wuxie appeared in the space where the Dayuan Clan and others were.

He summoned the high-level members of the Dayuan Clan and casually created some alchemy furnaces.

The high-level members of the Dayuan Clan were all astonished.

Lord Jun could actually refine tools.

They all knew that Lord Jun cultivated both symbols and martial arts, but now he could even refine tools, which was simply unbelievable.

Tool, Martial, and Symbol Tri-Cultivation!

It was simply unbelievable that such a heaven-defying existence could exist in the world!

Moreover, what was Lord Jun doing by creating alchemy furnaces?

Could it be that Lord Jun also knew alchemy?

"You guessed right, I am refining these alchemy furnaces to make pills.

I will teach you how to refine pills."

For him, who was reincarnated from the realm of the Dao of Nothingness, alchemy was a trivial matter.

He didn't refine pills in the past simply because he didn't think it was necessary to do so.

Because alchemy couldn't solve his resource problems.

What he pursued were all rare and special resources.

Pills could only be said to be relatively outstanding among conventional resources.

Even special cultivation pills could only increase the cultivation speed by three or four times, which was about the same as the speed at which he directly devoured the flesh of killed experts.

Of course, if he were to refine low-level pills, he could achieve an effect of about ten times the cultivation speed.

But that required refining pills that were several realms lower than his own, which would be useless to him and the people around him.

"Lord Jun, what kind of pills are we going to refine?"

The high-level members of the Dayuan Clan were all very excited and expectant.

Since Lord Jun was going to refine pills, they must be extraordinary.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, they are not high-level pills, just some Saint-grade pills.

The ones I'm going to teach you to refine are called Swift Cultivation Pills, from Saint-grade Rank 5 to Saint-grade Rank 8. The materials used for these pills are very ordinary. After refining them, using them for cultivation can increase the cultivation speed by three times."

As he spoke, he opened his Naring and inside were piled up many Saint-level herbs, "These herbs are what I just bought from the trading house.

Now I will pass on the alchemy method to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his brow radiated primordial spirit light, and a large amount of information poured into the minds of the Dayuan Clan's high-level members.

After they had all digested it, he began to show them the practical operation, teaching them every detail over and over again.

He set up a ten-times time symbol array here.

Inside the time symbol array, he spent two days teaching them, and on the third day, he let them start refining pills.

In the beginning, they didn't practice very smoothly, and a large number of waste pills and inferior pills came out.

Later, after repeated attempts and consuming a lot of medicinal materials, the result was still mostly waste pills, with a very small success rate.

"Forget it, I originally wanted to see if there was anyone among you with alchemy talent.

Now it seems that none of you have alchemy talent, and it is almost impossible to refine pills in a short period of time.

And I don't have that much time to wait."

Jun Wuxie was originally holding a try-it-out attitude.

Since it didn't work, then forget it.

Calculating the time, it should be almost dusk outside.

He left the Eight Nine Profound Palace and returned to the palace.

There was no one in the imperial study anymore, and the memorials on it were neatly stacked.

He went to the Empress's bedroom and saw Feng Ling standing in the outer room of the bedroom.

Seeing him appear, Feng Ling, who was heroic and valiant, suddenly had a glimmer of light in her beautiful eyes.

"Young Master Jun."

Feng Ling greeted him very politely.

"After I left this morning, the Empress didn't throw a tantrum, did she?"

Feng Ling shook her head, turned to look at the bedroom, and then leaned to his ear and whispered: "Your Majesty has realized her mistake, Young Master Jun, please don't be angry with Her Majesty.

In fact, Her Majesty was not like this before, and I don't know why she was like this today…"

"I know, you don't need to explain for her."

Jun Wuxie interrupted Feng Ling's words, then took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, saying: "These six kinds of herbs written on this, you let people buy them, buy them in large quantities, as much as you can get."

Feng Ling looked at it and showed a look of surprise, "These are all low-level Saint-grade herbs, Young Master Jun, what are you buying so many of them for?"

"To earn money to replenish the national treasury in the future."

"Ah?"

Feng Ling's face was full of question marks.

How could these Saint-grade herbs be sold for money?

Buying and hoarding them in large quantities, and then reselling them, could you still earn money?

"Feng Ling, do as he says. I will find a way to get as much funds as you need."

The Empress Nalan Jingyi's voice came from the inner room.

"Your Majesty, these herbs are cheap. I still have some money here, which should be enough for the short term."

"Then… then use your money to pay for it first. The national treasury is tight now, and I will pay you back later."

"Your Majesty, there's no need."

After Feng Ling finished speaking, she left the bedroom to handle matters.

Although she was full of doubts, she didn't know how to make money by buying these low-level resources.

But she still believed that since Young Master Jun said that he could make money, he must have his special method.

Jun Wuxie closed the bedroom door and then walked into the inner room.

Nalan Jingyi had just finished bathing and walked out from behind the screen, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a thin robe, her proud figure looming.

She dried her hair and walked up to Jun Wuxie, sighing slightly, and said: "What happened this morning was my fault, don't be angry."

"Actually, you didn't do anything wrong, you just used the wrong target."

Jun Wuxie walked to the small bed near the dragon bed and lay down, resting his hands under his head and closing his eyes comfortably.

Nalan Jingyi was stunned, was that it?

He actually said such a sentence and then ignored her?

"You said I used the wrong target, I don't understand what you mean, who should I be like this to?"

She walked to the small bed and asked him.

"Willfulness, recklessness, of course, is used on a lover, not me.

I am not your lover, so I will not indulge you."

"You…"

Nalan Jingyi was so angry that her chest felt tight, and she had a feeling of difficulty breathing.

She didn't expect him to say that, not giving her any face at all.

"This Empress doesn't have a lover! You are the first man to see this Empress's body!

Also, that sentence of yours is really too much!"

"Go to rest early, you have to get up early tomorrow to go to court.

I hope Her Majesty the Empress will always remember her identity as the master of the dynasty and the responsibilities she shoulders.

All the women in the world are qualified to be appropriately willful and reckless, and can be swayed by emotions, but you are not."

Nalan Jingyi stood in front of his bed.

These words sounded harsh and cruel, but she couldn't refute them.

Yes, she was not qualified to be willful.

Even if she had known this all her life since she was a child, she had been extremely careful all the way.

She never knew what it felt like to relax herself from the bottom of her heart.

Today, she didn't know what was wrong, just because the tense strings in her heart had relaxed a little, she was swayed by emotions and made such a willful move.

"This Empress knows."

She turned and walked towards her dragon bed, her expression as if she had lost her soul.

Lying on the bed, thinking about her life, living under high pressure every day, living in intrigue, every day she had to rack her brains to think about how to deal with King Lanling, every day she would wonder how long she could last, how many years she could protect the foundation of her ancestors, and how long she could live.

Jun Wuxie opened his eyes, these words might really be cruel.

He knew that these words of his were equivalent to tearing open the scars in Nalan Jingyi's heart over the years.

The Lanling royal family was in such a situation, and it could be imagined that her childhood must have been very bad.

Because the royal family had no other children, only her, a woman, had to dress up as a man in front of outsiders, and even her name to the outside world was Nalan Jingyi, not Nalan Jingyi.

Moreover, before King Lanling ascended the throne, he must have assassinated her more than once.

It can be said that she had lived in the shadows since she could remember, never relaxed for a moment, without the joy of childhood, without the laughter and wonderful life of other peers.

…

Late at night.

A very low, very low sob woke him up.

He couldn't help but look at the dragon bed.

This Empress was quite strong, she actually held it in until now, and secretly cried after he fell asleep.

He got up and walked to the front of the dragon bed.

In the darkness, he could see the tear stains on the Empress's face.

Seeming to realize that someone was watching her by the bed, Nalan Jingyi turned her head sharply, and suddenly a look of panic appeared on her face, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"Don't worry, I'm here. You don't have to be as cautious as you used to be, worrying every day.

King Lanling, I will definitely be able to help you get rid of him.

But there is one thing, I hope you don't let your emotions sway you because of me.

At least try not to before King Lanling is eliminated, especially during the day, you need to stay calm.

At night, you can vent your emotions.

Just like now, cry if you want to cry, don't hold it in your heart.

I know you have a lot of grievances in your heart.

Although you are the master of the dynasty, the happiness and freedom that an ordinary person can get are out of reach for you."

"You… are you disappointed again? An Empress shouldn't have tears. I'm not strong enough to let you see me crying…"

Her eyes were blurry with tears.

"Don't think too much, cry if you want to cry.

Emotions accumulated in people's hearts always need an outlet to vent."

Nalan Jingyi sat up, looking at him with tearful eyes, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have drawn my sword this morning…"

"As long as you don't act recklessly in the future, the events of this morning are all over.

Go to sleep early."

Jun Wuxie said and was about to leave.

"You… can you tell me how you plan to use those low-level herbs to make money?"

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, very curious about this matter.

I really can't imagine how to earn the massive wealth needed to fill the national treasury through low-grade medicinal herbs.