"It's up to you whether you want to do it or not. I just don't know what will happen next time—"

"Can you get out of that place alive?" Gu Lingze said this in a joking tone.

But Zhang Hezhi felt horrified after hearing this. His whole body was shaking like a sieve and he kept kowtowing and saying yes.

"Okay, stop wasting your time here and go back and try to persuade your good relatives." After saying that, he turned and walked into the yard.

Early the next morning after breakfast, Zhang Zhihe came with a middle-aged man to ask for a meeting.

After letting the person in and arriving at the main hall, Zhang Zhihe hurriedly knelt down. The middle-aged man next to him still had some discontent on his face, but was dragged and knelt down by his eldest brother.

Gu Lingze pretended not to see what happened. After all, it was just a waste of time to argue with these people over such trivial matters.

"Master, this is my younger brother Zhang Zhihui. I'm here today to apologize to you for what happened before." After saying that, he nudged the person next to him with his elbow.

Zhang Zhihui bent down perfunctorily, without even touching his head to the ground, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Gu Lingze placed the teacup in his hand on the small table next to him and said slowly, "If it weren't for the fact that you two look alike, I would have suspected that you just found someone to fool me."

"Zhang Zhihe, since even your own brother doesn't care about your life, I think I shouldn't keep it for you." After saying that, he stood up and walked outside.

Before Zhang Zhihe could beg for mercy, Zhang Zhihui shouted angrily, "Stop trying to scare people here. At most, my family will pay to redeem my brother's indenture."

"You really think you're a young master, but you're just a lowly... well..." Zhang Zhihui suddenly covered his mouth, a stone fell to the ground, and bright red blood flowed out through his fingers.

I took my hand down and saw a tooth lying in the middle of my palm.

"Watch your mouth." Zhao Chengmo came to the main hall from the inner room without anyone noticing. He was the one who played the stone just now.

The obsidian-like eyes radiate a cold and sharp light, bringing an infinite sense of oppression to people.

Zhao Chengmo's eyes were like he was looking at a dead person. The chill made Zhang Zhihui's legs go weak and he fell to the ground.

Gu Lingze smiled slightly and said to Zhang Zhihe, "Your Zhang family is spending money like water now, and you are going to throw money at me."

"It's just that... others don't know where the money came from. Don't you, Zhang Zhihe, know where it came from?"

This question made Zhang Zhihe break out in a cold sweat. "It's all the master's fault. It's the slave who deserves to die." His voice was trembling as he spoke.

"If you still want to live, pay five hundred taels to redeem yourself and I'll give you the indenture. Otherwise... you know the consequences."

Gu Lingze had asked Uncle Xu about the harvest from those fields before. Zhang Zhihe had made about this much. Besides, he simply didn't bother to waste time on such a person.

"Zhe Hu Ke Leng." Zhang Zhihui's lips were turned outward, blood was flowing from the roots of his teeth, and he could not speak clearly.

But Gu Lingze understood, "Is it possible? This is your family's business. Get out of here."

Zhang Zhihui wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Zhang Zhihe. The two of them quickly disappeared at the gate of the manor.

No matter how chaotic the Zhang family is, they still have to do what they are supposed to do.

Gu Lingze returned to his bedroom, locked the door, and slipped into the secret realm. Suddenly, a strong medicinal fragrance hit his face.

This medicinal fragrance is——

His face lit up with joy and he quickly walked to the medicine basket, only to see that the herbs inside had undergone drastic changes.

Gu Lingze looked at the herbs in the basket in disbelief, and carefully picked up a thousand-year-old ginseng and examined it carefully.

Then he picked up the giant Polygonum multiflorum that took a hundred years to form, shook it, and was even more delighted.

It is impossible for the basket to have such weight without more than three hundred years. If it weren't so big, Gu Lingze really wanted to hold it in his arms and kiss it a few times.

Now I don’t have to worry about the quality of the materials for the Guyuan Baozhen Pill, but it’s a pity that there is no ready-made medicine cauldron.

However, Gu Lingze is not a man who would be content with what he has. This medicine basket is already a pleasant surprise.

He put the two fingers of his left hand together, slightly bent his index finger, and bowed to the altar to perform a Taoist ceremony. Whether the Taoist could feel it or not, this was his intention.

I don’t have the right tools at hand right now, so I can only “smuggle” the things in at night before I can process the herbs.

Gu Lingze was smiling all afternoon. When Aunt Tao asked him what he was happy about, he just joked that the secret could not be revealed, which made Aunt Tao laugh and cry.

It was finally night, and after everyone fell asleep, Gu Lingze couldn't wait to take the things into the secret realm.

Aunt Tao's house has a relatively complete set of tools for processing medicinal materials. After all, Xu Mingyan used to take medicine every day.

Doctor Li only took a small portion of the money for the medicinal materials. Uncle Xu felt embarrassed to trouble him any further, so he learned to process the herbs himself.

He first took out a batch of medicinal materials for Guyuan Baozhen Pill, crushed them repeatedly using a grinding trough, and collected the juice squeezed out of the medicinal materials for future use.

Then divide the crushed medicinal materials into several parts and put them into the mortar for grinding.

After the materials were processed, Gu Lingze took out the medicine jar and put the ground medicinal powder into the bottom of the jar and covered it with the lid.

After estimating that the time was about right, I opened the lid to check the situation, then sealed it tightly, and completely sealed the edges with the mulberry paper I had bought in the study earlier.

Then he covered the entire lid with rice and dried it over high heat. When the beige color turned into a brownish brown, he quickly opened the lid and poured out the medicine powder, mixed it with the liquid medicine he had collected earlier, and rubbed it into pills.

Putting the pills into the medicine jar, Gu Lingze began to control the fire. Now was the key to the formation of the pill, and no mistakes could be allowed to happen.

When Gu Lingze came into contact with the art of controlling fire in the present world, his realm was only one step away from the third level of spiritual absorption.

Now he has just reached the realm of second-level fusion, which would be impossible to achieve without his previous experience.

He clenched his teeth, concentrated, and mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body to gather it together. The pill in the jar gradually took shape.

After an unknown number of hours, Gu Lingze took a deep breath and retracted his fingers.

Throw away the rice and mulberry paper, open the lid, and a unique aroma of elixir will hit you.

Finally, his hard work paid off. There were more than a dozen Guyuan Baozhen pills formed. He was satisfied and put them all into the bottles he had prepared in advance.

Controlling fire is actually a difficult exercise in controlling spiritual power. Although Gu Lingze found it very strenuous to make the pill this time, he also gained a lot of training.

As he was leaving the secret realm with the sealed bottle, he heard Aunt Tao calling him to eat at the door.

What a close call——

Gu Lingze patted his chest. There was no timekeeping device in this place. Before, he had always estimated the time to enter and exit the secret realm. Yesterday, he was too focused on making pills and almost lost time.