"Boss, are you kidding me that you dare to take on Senior Sister Dongmen's mission without even knowing a sure way?
She has clearly dug a hole for us."
Qian Chengyang wanted to scold her, "Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"
, but obviously he didn't dare.
He looked at the sky speechlessly, his eyes looking at Mu Chuyue full of resentment.
"I just said I hadn't thought about it, and when did I say I had no choice?"
Mu Chuyue smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with a little cunning.
"Really?"
Qian Chengyang was shocked and confused.
He thought to himself that this girl was too much of a thief.
She spoke half-sentence, and every sentence made him feel flustered.
"The advantage of lying to you is that I can get a spiritual stone."
Mu Chuyue sneered, "Come here."
The two came to the edge of the field.
Each seedling is still wilting and drooping, and is about to die.
Qian Chengyang frowns, "Just like this, I can't sell it for much money at the elixir market in Tuoji City."
Not to mention that we can rely on them to meet the mission requirements, just a fool's errand.
"Who said that?
If you don't try it, you will never know the result.
Let me ask you," Mu Chuyue picked up a seedling, put it in his hand, and motioned for him to answer, "Tell me the variety and habits."
Qian Chengyang did not doubt that he was there.
He thought for a moment and replied: "This is the true leaf of Juling.
It tastes extremely bitter.
When mature, it turns into green leaves and small white flowers.
It is helpful to practitioners in the spirit-gathering stage."
"Of course there will be no income from selling medicinal herbs at low prices, but" she raised her eyebrows, and there was something in her words.
"But boss, you should just say it directly.
I will be choked to death just listening to what you say."
He was impatient, his brows filled with accusations against Mu Chuyue.
The boss is so naughty, he is obviously just teasing him for fun.
"Wouldn't it be silly to refine all of them into spiritual liquid?
By then, we will have many spiritual stones."
This, this, this, this Qian Chengyang's face is full of black lines.
He must be under too much pressure from his boss to take over the mess, so he committed nonsense.
"Refining spiritual liquid can indeed be sold for dozens of times the price, but only alchemists have that ability."
In other words, we are all alchemists, will we still be driven to this medicine garden?
He should have been treated as an honored guest by the Danyang Sect long ago.
Facing his Chi Guoguo's doubts, Mu Chuyue stretched her waist and said calmly: "I'll give you half an hour to pick all the seedlings and bring them to me."
"Ah, don't pick it yet.
Maybe I can sell more spiritual stones when it matures."
"Immediately, immediately."
She suppressed a smile, wanting to see what this guy's reaction would be next, "I will use it to refine the spirit-gathering liquid in a while."
"My Heavenly Juling Essence, boss, you are not really an alchemist, are you?"
Qian Chengyang was shocked.
According to what he knew, the Danyang Sect had spent all its financial resources to produce a nineteen-year-old junior alchemist like Dongmen Siyi, who was not seen in a century.
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And Mu Chuyue, a little-known person, actually became an alchemist at the age of fourteen.
What kind of monster did he meet?
"Ahem.
Low-key, low-key."
Mu Chuyue raised her index finger to her lips and made a silent gesture.
Qian Chengyang's eyes were filled with indescribable excitement, and he looked at her almost admiringly, his tone full of flattery.
"Boss, no, idol, you are so talented.
Why don't you just visit the sect directly, but you are willing to settle in the medicine garden and be an outer disciple with no sense?"
Mu Chuyue smiled mysteriously and gave him a look of understanding. xx4911131: