But he was unwilling to do so by asking him to self-destruct his soul to avoid being eroded by the power of the underworld.

Especially in recent years, he has been promoted to vice president of the Qingyun Domain Alchemist Association. The honor of his status and the awe and envious eyes of others have made him even more nostalgic for living.

"Please tell me the solution, I beg you!" Pu Qing grabbed Jian Fengyun's clothes with both hands, and his body shivered and almost cried.

Jian Fengyun gently shook Pu Qing's arm and said in terror: "Hey! Master Pu Qing, what are you doing? I was just joking with you before. You said that I am a teenage boy, what can I do to resolve it? You did this to destroy me!"

Pu Qing's arm was shaken off, and his turbid eyes almost burst into tears. He hurriedly said, "Master, it was because I didn't know Mount Tai before. It was my fault. Please let me go. Please tell me the solution!"

The longer people live, the more afraid they are. Pu Qing practiced to become the top-grade pharmacist at the Earth level. It took thousands of years to gain a status above ten thousand people today.

He was afraid of death. He was afraid that his soul would be completely eroded, his mind would change drastically, his reputation would be destroyed and he was arrested by the Wandi Alchemist Association, and he was imprisoned and waited for death.

"Master, please, I beg you, tell me the solution!" Pu Qing thought of the consequences, and in an instant, he pulled down his face and burst into tears.

Jian Fengyun's eyes were slightly condensed, and he stared at him and sneered: "A person like you is worthy of saying that the thirteen rats are short-sighted, haha..."

"Master, I am short-sighted and I am looking down on people. How can you save me? You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it!" Pu Qing didn't dare to have any arrogance on his face at this moment.

Even so, a look of resentment flashed through Pu Qing's eyes. He had a high status within these ten thousand realms, and had never been so humble to others.

"First get the solution, then kill him to avenge such an insult!"

After all, Pu Qing is a person who has lived for thousands of years. He has long been familiar with the rules of survival that have compromised and bent and stretched.

Jian Fengyun glanced at Pu Qing lightly and finally said, "It is easy to resolve the problem. You just need to put two pieces of the things on the medicine paper and I will give you the solution!"

As he said that, Jian Fengyun picked up his pen, and he walked on the pen on the medicine paper, leaving several lines of ink words, and threw them to Pu Qing.

"Huangyuan Crystal, Quran, Wisteria...Master, this is the prescription for the imperial palace ointment!" Pu Qing trembledly picked up the medicine paper, glanced at it, and suddenly said in a lost voice.

Jian Fengyun raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Yes, this is the prescription for the Emperor's Mansion Paste. Do you think there are too many spiritual materials for the two parts of the Emperor's Mansion Paste?"

"Not too much, not too much, Master, don't worry, give me some time, I will find all these spiritual materials and serve you!" When Pu Qing said this, blood was dripping from his heart.

The medicinal materials of the two parts of the imperial palace ointment are more than ten flavors of the best spiritual medicine for the Dijie level, combined with dozens of low-quality spiritual medicine for the Dijie level.

The Xuan-level spiritual medicine is worth thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of silver, which is even more amazing. If it is the best spiritual medicine at the Earth level, its value can no longer be measured by silver.

If you have to use silver to estimate the value of these two pieces of imperial palace paste, it will be at least 30 million taels of silver.

Although the alchemist is rich, it is 30 million taels of silver, which is enough to buy several small cities. Pu Qing also needs to spend most of his savings when he takes it out.

This is also the reason why he lost his voice, but compared with his life, how can he say nothing about three thousand taels of silver?

Jian Fengyun nodded slightly, "Oh, since there are not many, then you can get one more and I'll keep it for later!"

(End of this chapter)...
Chapter completed!