The second-grade alchemist has already reached the top, and the fourth-grade healing pill has never been thought of.
These days, the refiners in the camp have also tried to refine it, but none of them can succeed. He is also very angry.
"Go after dinner." An Jiuyue said.
…
One day later, in the Xiangyang camp.
An Jiuyue did not return to Zhanyun Camp, but went directly to Xiangyang Camp.
"Jiuyue, are you here? Jiyun, he..."
When Zhan Beiye saw her, he quickly came up to her and looked behind her. He didn't see Qian Jiyun, so he asked casually.
"He can't come for the time being."
An Jiuyue answered him while looking at Xiang Qiyan on the bed.
"How is he? Let me see."
Zhan Beiye nodded his head lightly.
I know that things over there must be very difficult, otherwise I wouldn't have been unable to come.
But as long as An Jiuyue comes, it will be fine.
"I couldn't refine the healing pill, it's still like this."
Zhan Beiye also followed her gaze, looked at the man on the bed, and sighed softly.
Until now, he didn't even know what happened to Xiang Qiyan in the Yuyuan plane. Xiang Qiyan had been in a coma and the injury had not healed for a while.
Qian Jiyun didn't reply, but sat down by the bed and took Xiang Qiyan's pulse.
When she put her hand on Xiang Qiyan's wrist, she frowned unconsciously and looked at Xiang Qiyan's face with some disbelief in her eyes.
"Internal injuries can be cured, but..."
After a while, she put Xiang Qiyan's hand into the quilt and took a breath.
"Just what?"
Zhan Beiye immediately asked, no matter what it was, he had to find a way.
"It's just that the poison is difficult to cure." An Jiuyue said.
"What?!"
No matter how calm Zhan Beiye was, he never thought that Xiang Qiyan would be poisoned.
He has invited many alchemists over these days, but no one has ever noticed that Xiang Qiyan was poisoned.
"Jiuyue, do you mean that the reason why his internal injuries have not healed for a long time is because he was poisoned?"
"Um."
An Jiuyue responded softly.
"It's actually like this!"
Zhan Beiye made a fist with one hand and hit it on the palm of the other hand.
He said that no matter how serious the internal injury was, if he poured a lot of elixirs down, they should have some effect, right? So what if it was a second-grade wound-healing elixir. If it couldn't be cured, it wouldn't make the internal injuries worse.
The more serious it is, right?
But Xiang Qiyan's internal injuries became more and more serious.
"Is your antidote pill useless?" he asked An Jiuyue.
He knew something about her detoxifying pill. It could detoxify all the poisons they had encountered, but it didn't work on Xiang Qiyan's poison?
"useless."
An Jiuyue shook her head.
"This is a special kind of poison called Duan Shang. It is made from ninety-nine poisons. The antidote is also made from these ninety-nine poisons. Refining the antidote is better than refining the poison.
, it’s a thousand times more complicated.”
She didn't understand what happened to Xiang Qiyan in his plane to interrupt the poison of death.
"Has anyone been against him recently?"
"No."
Zhan Beiye shook his head and said no.
Since he knew that Xiang Qiyan was injured, he rushed over and has been guarding the Xiangyang camp. He has not found anyone who is harmful to Xiang Qiyan.
"Then it wasn't someone on his side who did it. Was it caused by the war, or was it a result of careful work?"
