Before the Ninth Princess's hemostatic pill was released, the crowd that originally gathered at Tianning Pharmacy had already flowed to Jubao Pavilion.
The palace maid Bi Rui's nose was so angry that she cursed bitterly: "I don't know who is blind, but dares to steal the limelight from my princess."
"Bi Rui, don't talk nonsense." The Ninth Princess put away the hemostatic pill that she had worked so hard to refine, with a confident smile on her face: "The marrow-cleansing pill has very high requirements for the refining environment. Even if the master makes the pill, we are not allowed to do it. Making even the slightest sound, I'm curious as to who is so arrogant."
"I think Jubao Pavilion must be trying to make things up." Bi Rui said angrily, complaining for the Ninth Princess.
"Who made my ninth sister so unhappy?" At this moment, a hearty laughter came.
Seeing the noble and noble man riding a snow-white unicorn horse from afar, the Ninth Princess had a hint of smile and innocence on her face, and she said sweetly:
"Second brother, you are finally back. I thought you only wanted Sister Xian'er and not Yu Lian."
Bi Rui even rushed to show off: "Back to the Crown Prince, you didn't know where to find an alchemist named You Ying from the Treasure Jue Pavilion, but he actually slapped our Ninth Princess in the face in public and threatened to refine the marrow cleansing in public. Dan, do you think it’s funny or not?”
"Just go and take a look and you'll find out." Prince Nangong Chu waved his hand and pulled the ninth princess onto the horse.
The two of them rode together, protected by more than a dozen guards, and headed towards the Treasure Judgment Pavilion like stars holding the moon.
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Outside the main hall of Jubao Pavilion.
Sister Mei's face finally showed a satisfied smile.
With just one refining pill, Jubao Pavilion's popularity came back.
The Ninth Princess is beautiful, but the elixir she refines is too inferior.
It's nothing when there is no comparison, but if compared with the Marrow Cleansing Pill, the Bleeding Pill? Who would take the useless hemostatic pill when you can directly use cheap styptic grass to heal your injuries
The Marrow Cleansing Pill is different. Changes in qualifications affect the speed of lifelong cultivation.
Which one is more attractive can be imagined.
Although the beauty of the Ninth Princess can be said to be rare in the world, the alchemist Youying of the Jubao Pavilion has a mysterious attitude, which makes the alchemist even more noble.
She is as graceful as a fairy, and she is even more solemn in her moon-white dark-patterned pharmacist robe. Although the silver mask covers her entire face, it only reveals a pair of cold and pure eyes, which makes people want to take off the mask and take a look. Look at what a peerless face it is.
When she made alchemy, she was not as cautious as the Ninth Princess Nangong Yulian. Instead, she did it more casually.
But what's more, her alchemy technique is like flowing clouds and flowing water without any obstruction. Watching it is an ultimate enjoyment like listening to fairy music.
Sister Mei, the owner of the Jubao Pavilion branch, had already taken her place behind Feng Xingying, preparing to serve as her foil in person.
Firstly, the words are used to set off the mystery of the alchemist Youying, and secondly, the magical effect and difficulty of refining the marrow-cleansing pill are further introduced, thereby building momentum for Youying and the Jubao Pavilion.
But later, being as smart as Sister Mei, she wisely chose to keep her mouth shut.
Feng Xingying's movements were so perfect that no words could ruin them. Just watching her quietly refining the pill was a kind of enjoyment.
And the perfect movements of refining alchemy added a bit of mysterious beauty to her.
In the towering attic of Jubao Pavilion, the two people who were playing chess stopped their chess pieces and looked down quietly.
"Brother Qin knows her?" One of the men in white said calmly.
The person sitting opposite him was dressed in standard black. Even the chess piece in his hand was black, but I didn't know if his heart was also the same color.
The man in black did not deny it. The corners of his jade-like lips were slightly raised, with a bit of inexplicable joy: "Is it obvious?"
The man in white didn't answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.
He just followed Qin Molin's gaze and quietly looked at the mysterious woman downstairs who was concentrating on alchemy. After a long while, he said quietly:
"The holy Taiyin is named Youying."