There is no sun in the early morning of the magic palace, only a purple-black "magic moon" hanging outside the window, like a grape bitten by someone. Chu Xuan, with two dark circles under his eyes, was led into the alchemy room by a maidservant, still cursing in his heart - Her Majesty indeed does not practice martial ethics, saying "one stove a day", and then at the hour of Yin, someone was sent to strike the gong, the sound of the gong was like a death warrant, pulling him out of his bed all the way.
"Are you all late sleepers in the demon world?" He yawned and spoke to the maidservant.
The maid pursed her lips and smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth: "My Lord, the demon world follows Her Majesty the Queen. If Your Majesty says it's early, then it's early."
"All right, your Majesty says early, then I say sleepy." Chu Xuan rubbed his face, crossed the threshold, and swallowed the second half of his teasing back - in the center of the alchemy room, Su Meier was already waiting there, her purple dress changed into a tight-sleeved suit, her waistline neatly drawn like a soft sword in its scabbed. Hearing the commotion, she turned her head and hooked her finger at him: "Little cultivator, come and take the blame."
"Recognizing the pot? Chu Xuan's lips twitched as he approached and discovered that the magic crystal cauldron, which had been crimson last night, was now shrouded in black mist and sizzling, as if being gnawed by countless ants. Grey bubbles kept emerging from the mouth of the cauldron, and each one burst out a burst of... How to put it, like a dead fish that has been left for three days mixed with rose dew, fishy and sweet, and pungent to the head.
"Last night I tried the new recipe, and as a result --" Sumei 'er shrugged, with a hint of helplessness at the corner of her eyes, "the pill didn't work, the cauldron was countereaten by the demonic energy. What you see now is a furnace marinated with 'obsession'."
"Obsession?" Chu Xuan sniffed, churning in his stomach, "Her Majesty's obsession is so strong?"
"Little poor." Su Mei 'er flicked a wisp of demonic energy, transformed into a purple butterfly, and flew around him. "Demonic alchemists are always accompanied by demonic energy, and the most feared thing in their hearts will be magnified. What I fear, that's what I'll grow in the cauldron. Last night... I dreamed of my deputy who betrayed me back then." She paused for a moment, her voice a little lower, "so there's a 'back-stabbing' demon in the cauldron, specifically gnawing on the cauldron."
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow, not asking for details - who doesn't have some old wounds in their heart? He rolled up his sleeves, pressed his palms against the wall of the cauldrons, and the white light of the spirit body crept in along the lines. As soon as he touched, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if he had been struck on the head with a hammer - in the grey mist, a blurry face lunged forward, grinning: "Another suicide!"
"To die?" Chu Xuan sneered, "I, the young man, deliver parcels. I'm dedicated to delivering cancer to the dead!"
The white light suddenly brightened and transformed into a transparent palm, seizing the neck of the human face and pinching it hard. With a "puff" sound, the grey mist exploded into fragments, the body trembled, and the black gas seemed to be sucked away by a range hood, flowing in pieces into Chu Xuan's palm. The spirit accepted everything, devouring the dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the grey mist was reduced by half.
Su Mei 'er stood aside, her purple eyes slightly wide open. She had seen countless alchemists purifying cauldrons, all of which were cautious and deliberate. How could this boy treat demonic thoughts as snacks? What's even more outrageous is that - he chews it with great relish.
"Hey, Your Majesty," Chu Xuan took a moment to turn back, grinning with sharp teeth, "I do the work and the effort, it's not too much to charge a little interest, is it? I'll borrow your elixir for a while."
Su Mei 'er hummed, fingertip flicked, and a wisp of deep purple magic fire shot "whoosh" into the bottom of the cauldron. The flame licked the white light of the spirit body and, as if encountering oil, "boom" rose three zhang high, crimson and lustrous white interwove, instantly enveloping the remaining grey mist into a zongzi. The temperature inside the cauldron soared, the walls of the magic crystal made a "click" sound, and cracks spread --
"Don't worry." Chu Xuan grobbed, and the spirit split into countless fine threads, which crept into the crack like a sewing needle, shuttling back and forth, and each time it passed, the crack healed a little. At the same time, his other hand was not idle. He picked up the magic saliva flower, the soul-breaking grass and the love thread vine on the table and threw them all at once into the cauldron. The three poisonous plants melted upon contact with fire, and as soon as the black, green and pink poisonous mist rose, it was entangled by the spirit filaments and dragged into the center of the white light, like being thrown into a washing machine, spinning, squeezing and peeling away crazily --
"Whoosh --"
A wisp of smoke rose, carrying a faint, cold scent. The cauldrons quieted down, the grey mist dissipated, the fire softened, seven pale purple pills rolled down, round and crystal clear, each wrapped in a circle of white mist, like little girls in gossamer, timidly twirling.
The elixir is formed, the mist is born, it is non-toxic and has a soul.
Chu Xuan let out a long breath, his forehead covered in fine sweat, but his face shone brightly: "Your Majesty, receive!"
Su Meier walked to the side of the cauldron, picked up a pill with her fingertip and sniffed it lightly under her nose. The cold fragrance entered her lungs, and the last trace of doubt in her eyes dissipated. She raised her eyes to look at Chu Xuan, her gaze complex: "Seven pills in a furnace, soul in the mist... Little cultivator, you have refreshed my understanding of the word 'genius'."
"Sure." Chu Xuan wiped his sweat and laughed nonchalantly, "Geniuses are human beings too, and human beings need to eat. Does Your Majesty provide food? I'm hungry enough to gnaw on a tripod."
Su Mei 'er was amused by him, her purple eyes curved into crescent moons, suddenly raising her hand, a wisp of demonic energy turned into a purple butterfly, gently landing on his shoulder: "Feed, fill. But before the meal, you must do this king one more favor."
"What favor?" Chu Xuan's alarm bells rang, and indeed --
With a turn of the queen's finger, the purple butterfly turned into a curtain of light, revealing a dark dungeon. In the cell, dozens of demonic cultivators sat cross-legged, each with a wild gaze and black lines moving beneath their skin, like puppets being manipulated. Su Meier lowered her voice: "These people, controlled by the 'heart-eating Poison' of the demonic flame, failed to rebel and left behind a mess. I want you - use your spirit to force out the poison."
She raised her eyes and smiled gently, but sent chills down Chu Xuan's back: "A batch of elixirs for a group of death warriors. Little cultivator, this deal is good enough, isn't it?"
Chu Xuan stared at the twisted black lines in the light screen and rolled his Adam's apple - not fear, but hunger.
The "elixir fire feast" just now consumed too much. The spirit body was like an empty sack, in urgent need of replenishment. And the full prison of the "heart-devouring poison" was poison in the eyes of others, but in his eyes it was a plate of walking reinvigorating pills.
"It's a good deal, of course it is." He grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, "but I have one little condition --"
Su Mei 'er raised her eyebrows: "Speak."
"More rice." Chu Xuan patted his stomach, "Three bowls of Magic crystal porridge, five pieces of Crimson Flame beast meat, and a pot of your demonic 'Night Burn'. When I'm full, I have the strength to be the savior."
The Queen paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, her purple eyes shining: "Deal. I'll serve you myself."
...
Half a quarter of an hour later, the entrance to the dungeon.
Chu Xuan, holding a sea bowl larger than his head, gulped his mouth with porridge, his magic grains crunched. Su Meier leaned against the stone wall, her fingertip carrying a white jade pot, and occasionally poured him a mouthful of night lanyao. The wine went down the throat and rolled into the stomach like a line of fire. The spirit was instantly invigorated and let out a contented sigh.
"Full of energy!" Chu Xuan wiped his mouth, threw the bowl aside, rolled up his sleeves and headed for prison. Behind him, Su Mei 'er raised her hand, and the demonic energy turned into purple butterflies and landed gently on his shoulder: "Don't force it, the heart-devouring poison can devour the heart of the Dao."
"Don't worry, my heart is hard enough to be a brick." Chu Xuan, without looking back, turned his back to her and waved his hand, "Your Majesty, watch --"
Before he could finish his words, he had already stepped into his cell. Almost at the same time, dozens of controlled demons raised their heads in unison, their whites turned black, and their throats roared like wild beasts. Black lines roamed wildly beneath their skin like venomous snakes in a hurry to break out of their shells.
"Roar --"
The demon cultivator in the front row lunged at him, his nails growing three inches in an instant, piercing Chu Xuan's throat. Chu Xuan did not dodge or dodge. With a flip of his palm, the white light of his spirit gushed out like a tide, transformed into a transparent giant palm, and "slapped" the man to the ground. The black line, illuminated by the white light, made a "hissing" corroding sound, like snow encountering boiling oil, desperately burrowing into flesh and blood.
"Want to hide?" Chu Xuan snorted coldly, the five fingers of the giant palm were drawn in, and the white light split into countless fine threads, which crept through the pores and pursued the black thread all the way. Wherever it passed, the black line was forcibly stripped away and turned into wisps of grey mist, swallowed by the spirit.
"Ah ah ah --" the held cultivator howled in agony, his body convulsing wildly. Chu Xuan's forehead was sweating profusely, but his face was even calmer: "Bear with it. Extracting poison is like extracting a tooth. A short pain is better than a long one!"
As he spoke, more than half of the grey mist had been stripped away. The last wisp of black thread was forced to the tip of the finger, and the devil's nail burst with a "puff", and the black thread turned into fine needles, attempting to counterattack. Chu Xuan's eyes were sharp, and the spirit filament was instantly strangled. "Click", the black thread broke into light shreds and was completely devoured by the white light.
The first wave of purification was completed in less than ten breaths. Chu Xuan did not stop. He slapped the ground with his hand, and the white light of the spirit body spread out in ripples around him, instantly enveloping the entire dungeon. All the cultivators froze at the same time, the black line beneath the skin was frantically agitated, but was firmly locked by the white light.
"Batch processing saves time and effort!" " Chu Xuan growled, his hands forming a seal, and his spirit's radiance soared, transforming into a huge light cocoon that enveloped everyone. Within the light cocoon, fine threads weave and weave, and with each flicker, a black thread is stripped, swallowed, and purified.
Su Meier stood outside the cell, her purple eyes unblinking as she stared at the light cocoon. She had seen countless alchemists, physicians, and magic masters deal with the heart-eating poison, all with caution and in batches. How could this boy just "catch it all in one net"? Even more outrageous - the roar from within the light cocoon gradually subsided, replaced by heavy but steady breathing.
After a stick of incense, the cocoon crumbled with a "puff" and turned into a cloud of light. In the cell, dozens of cultivators lay haphazardly on the ground, the black line under their skin vanished without a trace, though unconscious, their breath was steady and long.
Chu Xuan stood in the middle, his face pale and his forehead full of sweat, but he laughed with sharp teeth and a sharp tongue: "Finish! Your Majesty, remember to add chicken legs to me!"
Su Mei 'er gave him a deep look, suddenly raised her hand, and a wisp of magic gas turned into a purple butterfly and landed gently on his shoulder: "No chicken leg, enough magic crystal tube." With a flick of her fingertip, a dark gold token flew into Chu Xuan's hand. "For the next month, you can take the magic crystal from the magic palace. But --"
"After a month, if you can't refine the 'batch Purification potion' that satisfies me, I'll put you in the dungeon and let you pull the potion every day until you're satisfied."
Chu Xuan weighed the token and laughed even more mischievous than her: "Your Majesty, just wait to count money until your hands cramp up!"