Xieyue and Phantom looked at Zhao Yufan in surprise as he refused to leave the room, looking strange.
General Fengyun's face was also a little gloomy.
He had been sitting here waiting for him all night, but he didn't even say a word and was about to leave the room.
"stop" General Fengyun's entourage finally couldn't help shouting.
Zhao Yufan was startled, and General Fengyun and others could clearly see his trembling body.
He followed the sound and asked in surprise: "General Fengyun, why are you here?"
In an instant, the room fell into silence.
No one expected that Zhao Yufan would forget the existence of General Fengyun.
Looking at Zhao Yufan's sincere eyes, General Fengyun and the four followers didn't even have the slightest bit of anger.
They knew that the reason why Zhao Yufan ignored their existence was because he was too serious.
"Brother Zhao, I heard that you are refining the elixir.
Have you found it?"
General Fengyun asked anxiously.
He heard Zhao Yufan say "successfully" just now, so there should be hope.
However, Zhao Yufan shook his head, knocking his newly raised hopes to the bottom.
"General, I have only temporarily developed an elixir to suppress the plague.
This elixir can only delay the destruction of the body by the plague and allow those infected with the plague to live a few more days."
After listening to Zhao Yufan's words, General Fengyun kept nodding: "That is also a great achievement.
You can be regarded as the benefactor of the entire Mingyue City."
Zhao Yufan showed a bitter smile and said apologetically: "Sorry General, I have developed very few pills.
I have only refined three hundred pills from night to now.
I still need other alchemists to refine them together to produce them in large quantities.
But even if I have Even if an alchemist refines it, it is impossible to mass-produce it quickly.”
General Fengyun was too excited and did not consider what Zhao Yufan said.
He believed that Zhao Yufan was only the lowest alchemist, and there were many alchemists in Fengyun Street.
As long as they were gathered together to refine together, mass production should not be a problem.
Zhao Yufan didn't say anything, but directly handed the secret recipe for alchemy to General Fengyun, then sent him out the door and went back to his room to rest.
There are no traces of cats and dogs in the deserted streets.
They either died of illness or were brutally killed to prevent cats and dogs from running around and spreading the plague.
In the early morning, there is a cold air everywhere.
The cold air comes out from the cracks in the marble floor.
The cold air hangs on the walls.
The cold air rises in the courtyard.
The cold air is permeated in the shade of the trees.
The cold air is also in people's hearts.
Perhaps, the only hope at this time lies in the elixir refined by Zhao Yufan, but because all the streets in Mingyue City were blocked and no one was walking around, the news was not spread for the time being.
In Fengyun's mansion, hundreds of alchemists were constantly busy.
They began to refine the elixir according to the secret recipe given by General Fengyun.
While refining, they were doubtful, could this elixir really control the plague?
General Fengyun was unsure, but this feeling was quickly dispelled, because the elixir refined by Zhao Yufan had been given to the patient, and the patient had improved slightly.
What was unexpected was that after taking this elixir, he could still recover.
It has the effect of resisting the plague.
Even Zhao Yufan does not know this effect.
After all, he has not done experiments with the elixir.
However, the effect of the elixir against the plague is not very strong.
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It only plays a certain role, but it is enough to boost everyone's morale.
General Fengyun grabbed the sword in his hand and stared at the busy alchemists in front of him.
His heart was burning with anxiety.
He needed to figure out how long it would take the alchemists to refine how many pills they could and distribute them.
Two full hours have passed, but no one has successfully refined it.
Everyone present is nervous.
This is a life-saving elixir.
One minute less is equal to one minute less danger.
Now every minute there are several pills. , dozens or hundreds of lives.
Three hours later, people were refining the elixir one after another.
As everyone successfully refined the elixir, their hope became more and more dimmer, and in the end it was almost dashed.
The people present were completely dumbfounded, because hundreds of them refined a total of 500 pills, which was a drop in the bucket for people infected with the plague.
Only then did General Fengyun understand Zhao Yufan's last words.
Only then did he realize that he had underestimated Zhao Yufan.
Only then did he realize that Zhao Yufan was not the lowest alchemy master.
Only then did he understand a lot.
The alchemists continued to refine elixirs.
Among them, more than a dozen well-known alchemists in Fengyun Street asked to see Zhao Yufan.
They had different purposes for meeting Zhao Yufan.
Some of them did not refine the elixir just now, and some wanted to ask.
How did Zhao Yufan research it?
Some people want to know who Zhao Yufan is, some people suspect that Zhao Yufan has expert guidance behind the scenes, and some people humbly ask for advice.
General Fengyun looked at the group of alchemists in front of him who had various purposes, and frowned as he thought about it.
After a long while, he slowly said: "Okay, everyone, wait here for a moment, I will send someone to invite him."
Ma Qiu, the third-grade alchemist of Fengyun Street, took a step forward, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "General, we are seeing him to give him face, so why send someone to invite him.
Before me, if we went directly to him, it was considered our right to His respect.”
"He doesn't like to be disturbed."
General Fengyun said with a smile.
These alchemists had bad intentions, and he still didn't want to expose Zhao Yufan's whereabouts.
Moreover, if Zhao Yufan was dissatisfied, it would not make Zhao Yufan hate him.
After all, Zhao Yufan was Fengyun Street has made great contributions, and one cannot be too ungrateful.
Soon, Zhao Yufan was invited to Fengyun Mansion.
Zhao Yufan was accompanied by Qingzhu and Lanhua.
As soon as the three of them stepped into the alchemy area of the mansion, they could feel the hostile eyes of everyone.
Qingzhu frowned slightly and said sarcastically in a low voice: "Master, do they want to thank us, or do they want to question us?"
Zhao Yufan chuckled helplessly.
He had already walked up to General Fengyun, bowed and saluted: "General."
General Fengyun was slightly embarrassed.
After Zhao Yufan sat down, he smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, I'm causing you trouble.
These alchemists want to meet you.
They are the most prestigious alchemists in Fengyun Street."
When Zhao Yufan heard this, he immediately pretended to be surprised and nodded at the alchemists around him to show his respect and flatterment.
His performance made Ma Qiu and the alchemists extremely dissatisfied.
Ma Qiu touched his chin, looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and asked: "Young man, I heard that you refined the elixir to control the plague."
"Well, I was lucky enough to refine it last night, which made the juniors laugh."
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"It's a fluke."
When Ma Qiu heard this, the smile on his face became wider: "I guess so.
With your level, how could you possibly refine the elixir to control the plague?
By the way, I haven't asked your master's name yet."
"Senior, I don't have a master."
Zhao Yufan answered simply, with a strange tone.
Ma Qiu rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "If you don't have a master, then worship me as your master
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