Three days later, Ye Qingyun personally delivered the antidote to the centrifugal pill to Liang Mansion.
In the hall of Liang's house, Ye Qingyun took a box and said with a smile: "Brother Liang, there are twelve antidotes for the centrifugal pills in this box. Let your daughter take one every month..."
Liang Yuanhong seemed a little unhappy when he took the antidote. He didn't say anything but kept a gloomy face.
"Brother Liang, it's not that I don't want to give you the permanent antidote for the Centrifugal Pill, but I simply can't prepare that antidote!"
Liang Yuanhong shouted, "Do you want my Qianxun to be controlled by you forever? When she grows up, she will get married and live. You?"
"Brother Liang, I'm really sorry, but I will definitely find a heavenly-level alchemy master to prepare a permanent antidote for the centrifugal pill. However, the prerequisite is that we want to expand our business. With enough capital, there will be no problem recruiting some alchemy masters!" Ye Qingyun looked at Liang Yuanhong with a strange look while speaking.
"Well, well, I have a cold iron ore vein here. If we sell the cold iron at a low price or cast it into weapons and sell it at a low price, in a year we can snatch 50% of the market share of the Ouyang family's equipment and weapon casting industry..."
When Liang Yuanhong said this, Ye Qingyun's eyes lit up. Of course, this was a huge benefit for him. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before he surpassed the Ouyang family.
"Boss, something bad has happened, something bad has happened, Hantie, Hantie?" An anxious voice came from outside.
"What's the hurry? Speak slowly. What do you mean by cold iron?" Liang Yuanhong shouted.
"A sudden mountain flood washed a lot of cold iron into the river. Now there are many farmers in Chu City selling cold iron on the street stalls!" said an attendant of Liang Mansion hurriedly.
"Flash flood?" Liang Yuanhong hurriedly stood up and walked straight out.
"Brother Liang! Brother Liang" No matter how Ye Qingyun called, he could not hear any response from Liang Yuanhong.
There was silence in the Jingyou Valley. Everything in front was no longer the same as before. The originally icy surroundings were no longer there. The ice sculptures, icicles, and ice lion beasts had all disappeared.
"Infinitely Cold Iron? My Infinitely Cold Iron!" Liang Yuanhong stared at the front and seemed extremely helpless, "It's gone, everything is gone!"
***
A month later, Liu Feng fell down powerlessly on the hilltop again. This was the tenth time that Liu Feng fell down. However, this time he had controlled the smelting fire for seven days. The word he talked about most during these days was persistence. Persistence also brought him huge progress. In just one month, his innate spiritual energy broke through to the seventh level.
Liu Feng touched the slightly warm Tianyan Refining Furnace powerlessly. This was the result of seven days of burning. However, when he rested for a while, the Tianyan Refining Furnace would become cold again, and all his seven days of persistence would be in vain.
Jiehun suddenly came out and asked, "How do you feel?"
"My innate spiritual energy has broken through the seventh level!" Liu Feng said weakly.
"If there is progress, there is gain. Let's take a break and continue!"
Liu Feng nodded and lay on the ground. Although he was still very tired, he was very content.
"A month has passed. I wonder if Liang Qianxun has found the antidote for the centrifugal poison she was poisoned by? Will she really lose her mind? What will she look like after losing her mind?" Liu Feng, lying on the ground, muttered to himself.
After thinking for a while, he stood up and asked, "Old man, do you have a way to save Liang Qianxun
Jiehun said, "Take care of yourself first. Have you rested enough? Continue to practice!"
(End of this chapter)