Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

Inside the alchemy room, the charcoal fire burned dimly.

The night outside the window was already quite deep, and even the chirping of insects in the courtyard had become much quieter.

Wu Liang sat alone at the table.

The table was covered with things.

Fine porcelain bottle, medicinal powder, poison, sealing wax, and several processed medicinal herbs.

Some of the medicinal herbs look quite ordinary.

According to the Qingnang Jing, once the ingredients are successfully combined, they can be transformed into a colorless, odorless, and volatile poison.

A gentle breeze.

Looking at the materials in front of him, Wu Liang's heart began to beat faster.

He had only ever seen the recipe for this stuff in the "Qing Nang Jing" before.

But they never actually dated.

no way.

Some of the herbs were extremely difficult to find.

Things like the stamens of the Seven Star Begonia, the juice of the Hundred-Year-Old Bone-Eating Vine, and the molted skin of the Snow Mountain Jade Toad are things you can't find in ordinary pharmacies.

If it weren't for Yan Hai, the chief steward of the Prince's mansion, he really wouldn't have been able to gather the money.

Moreover, some of the ingredients in this batch are even older, so their medicinal properties will only be stronger.

Wu Liang dared not be careless.

Each herb is carefully selected and combined.

Grind the powders that need to be ground, filter the juices that need to be filtered, and seal the contents of the bottles that need to be sealed.

Every step was done according to the records in the "Qing Nang Jing".

Time passed little by little.

Sweat beaded on Wu Liang's forehead again.

It's not from being tired.

It's tension.

This is no ordinary elixir.

This is poison.

Moreover, it's a very potent poison.

If you're not careful, you might end up taking down yourself instead of using it to take down others, and that would be a real disaster.

last step.

Wu Liang dropped a drop of clear medicine into the porcelain bottle.

The originally slightly cloudy medicinal liquid suddenly became completely clear, as if it had been washed by something.

colorless.

Tasteless.

It looks just like ordinary water.

There wasn't even the slightest hint of medicinal fragrance.

Wu Liang stared at the bottle of medicine, his eyes gradually brightening.

done?

He brought the porcelain bottle closer, held his breath, and carefully examined it before quickly sealing it and preparing another antidote.

There are two antidotes for Drunken Breeze.

One is a liquid; if you smell it after being poisoned, it can be an antidote.

Another option is pills, which can also be swallowed to detoxify.

Wu Liang looked at the two antidotes and pondered for a moment.

He had to test the poison.

You have to try.

After all, this is the first time we've prepared this medicine, so we need to be clear about its effects, how quickly it will take to take effect, and whether the antidote will be effective.

But when it comes to testing for poison, one must be cautious.

Only those who are as steady as an old dog can live to a ripe old age.

Wu Liang first placed the liquid antidote beside him, then poured out an antidote pill and held it under his tongue.

After thinking for a moment, he loosened the stopper on the liquid antidote bottle a little more, making sure he could open it with a simple reach.

After doing all this, he picked up the porcelain bottle of Drunken Breeze.

"It should be fine."

He was talking to himself.

"Produced by Qingnang Jing, it is trustworthy."

Even so, my hands were still shaking a little.

Wu Liang took a deep breath and uncorked the bottle.

It has no taste.

It still has no flavor at all.

He leaned closer and took a gentle sniff.

It has no taste.

It really has no taste.

This made Wu Liang even more excited.

Poison is most dangerous when it has a smell.

If it has a distinct smell, it will be easily detected by experts.

The most terrifying thing about Kezui Qingfeng is that it is colorless and odorless, evaporates like mist, and looks like a gentle breeze.

By the time people realized something was wrong, their eyes and noses were already sore and itchy, their limbs were already weak, and their internal energy had dissipated.

Then it will be too late.

He immediately put the cork back on.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

At first, I didn't feel anything.

Wu Liang wondered if the medicine wasn't effective enough.

But soon, his eyes suddenly stung.

My nose started to itch too.

"Um?"

The next moment, tears welled up in my eyes.

My nose was also running uncontrollably.

Wu Liang's expression changed.

coming!

Immediately afterwards, my limbs and bones felt as if they had been pulled out of their muscles, and they quickly went limp.

His internal energy was completely lost, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The Longevity Mantra's internal energy, which had just been slowly recovering in the dantian, dissipated completely in an instant.

Wu Liang's body swayed.

pat.

He collapsed to the ground.

He tried to raise his hand.

I can't lift it.

I want to speak up.

He couldn't move his mouth either.

However, he remained conscious and his five senses were still intact.

He could even clearly feel his tears and snot still flowing down his face.

The symptoms are exactly the same as those described in the "Qing Nang Jing".

My eyes and nose feel sore and itchy.

Tears streamed down her face.

My limbs felt weak.

His internal energy dissipated.

He is unable to speak.

He cannot move.

Wu Liang was initially overjoyed.

Become!

It really did!

This medicine is fucking potent!

In just a few breaths, even his preemptive precautions couldn't withstand it.

If caught off guard, not only ordinary experts, but even a first-grade grandmaster would be caught off guard.

But this euphoria didn't last long before Wu Liang suddenly realized a very serious problem.

Tongue.

His tongue was also unable to move.

He held the antidote under his tongue, intending to push it out with his tongue after the poison took effect so that it would dissolve quickly.

As a result, he can't move his tongue at all now.

Wu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

I rely on?

It crashed?

He wanted to move his tongue.

I can't move.

I want to crush the pill.

It can't be bitten.

He reached out to grab the liquid antidote next to him...

But he was like a dead fish, slumped on the ground, his face covered in tears and snot.

Wu Liang cursed inwardly.

As steady as a rock?

What a load of rubbish!

This is like shooting yourself in the foot!

Fortunately, although the antidote pill cannot be crushed immediately, it will slowly dissolve with saliva when held under the tongue.

All Wu Liang can do now is wait.

Wait for the saliva to dissolve the pill little by little.

This waiting time is just too unbearable.

It could have been just a matter of a cup of tea.

But for Wu Liang, it felt like a year had passed.

During that time, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

What if the pill doesn't dissolve?

What if the dosage is insufficient?

What if I just lie there all night and Du Juan finds me crying and begging for help the next morning?

Where will Dr. Wu put his face then?

fortunately.

A while later.

The antidote under his tongue finally dissolved, and the medicinal power flowed down his throat with his saliva and into his stomach.

A cool sensation slowly spread.

First, the soreness and itching in my eyes and nose subsided.

Then, gradually, some sensation returned to my limbs.

Then, the internal energy that had dissipated in the dantian began to gradually regroup.

Wu Liang was finally able to move.

The first thing he did was sit up and wipe his tears and snot with his sleeve.

"Oh shit……"

He looked at the bottle of Drunken Breeze with lingering fear.

"We almost capsized in the gutter."

This thing is really powerful.

So powerful that even he, the one who prepared the poison, almost lost his composure.

Wu Liang took a few breaths and immediately began to review the situation.

Taking the antidote sublingually is unreliable.

After the poison takes effect, the tongue cannot move, and the pills cannot be crushed; they can only be dissolved slowly by saliva.

Too slow at crucial moments.

If we really need to use Drunken Breeze in the future, the antidote must be prepared in advance.

First, bite open the antidote pill a little.

Alternatively, you can sprinkle the liquid antidote on a handkerchief beforehand and cover your mouth and nose.

Or simply make them into thin slices that melt in your mouth.

In short, we can't keep playing like this.

Otherwise, if things really go wrong one day, you'll have nowhere to cry.

Wu Liang's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the sealed porcelain bottles on the table.

Danger as it may be.

But this thing is really powerful.

Three bottles of Drunken Breeze.

If used properly, it could give the Northern Yong Prince's Mansion a real hard time.

He carefully sealed away the Drunken Breeze and separated the antidote, making sure they wouldn't get mixed up, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The night outside the window grew even darker.

Wu Liang got up, opened the window, and took a look.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed.

It was already late at night.

According to the original plan, he was going to Qiyun Courtyard tonight to treat Jiang Qingluan's injuries.

He even told that young vixen last night that he would go tonight.

But now...

Wu Liang lowered his head to check his internal condition.

He doesn't have much internal energy.

In the afternoon, I helped Hei Jiu dispel the deathly aura of annihilation, and in the evening, I gave him a medicinal bath to draw out lightning and fire. Just now, I was also tormented by Zui Qingfeng.

He's not exactly exhausted right now, but he's definitely not in his best condition.

If they were to forcibly infiltrate Qiyun Courtyard, they would have difficulty escaping if they encountered sentries along the way or were discovered by the experts of the Prince's Mansion.

Moreover, even if he successfully reached Jiang Qingluan, his limited internal energy wouldn't be enough to properly heal her injuries.

Wu Liang remained silent for a moment, then finally closed the window.

"I'm not going tonight."

He muttered to himself.

"Going there would be a waste of time."

"It's better to refine pills."

He glanced again in the direction of Qiyun Courtyard, feeling somewhat guilty.

But it's only a little bit.

Life is of the essence.

I'll finish it tomorrow night.

Jiang Qingluan's injuries have mostly healed, and missing one more treatment session won't cause any major problems.

Wu Liang quickly convinced himself.

He sat back down in front of the alchemy furnace and began to sort the medicinal herbs.

I'm not going to sleep tonight.

Take advantage of the quiet of the night to refine a few more batches of pills.

Who knows how things will turn out next? The more medicine I have on me, the more at ease I feel.

The fire was reignited.

Wu Liang's figure was once again illuminated by the flickering light of the charcoal fire.

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