"Brother An, I heard that His Majesty has rewarded you again. We must celebrate this." Zhao Wenyuan walked in with gifts and followers, and was received by the butler.

An Jingzhi turned his head suddenly and stared at Zhao Wenyuan.

Got it, it’s you.

My alchemy tool!

Zhao Wenyuan felt his scalp tingle when An Jingzhi looked at him. He thought he had done something wrong and quickly checked his clothes. Is there anything wrong?

Zhao Wenyuan scratched his head and asked, "Brother An, why are you looking at me like that?"

An Jingzhi asked with a smile: "Wenyuan, haven't you always wanted to learn the art of alchemy and ghost hunting from me?"

Zhao Wenyuan hung his head and said, "That's right. Brother An, don't you disagree?" After saying this, he paused for a few seconds and said:

"Brother An, are you willing to teach me?! I knew you were testing me! As long as I come here every day and am sincere enough, I will impress you sooner or later!"

An Jingzhi shook his head. "I can't teach you the art of catching ghosts, but do you want to learn alchemy?"

Zhao Wenyuan was a little disappointed at first, but then ecstatic. He nodded quickly, fearing that An Jingzhi would regret it if he answered too slowly. "Yes, I'm willing to learn!"

An Jingzhi was satisfied. "Very good, then go wash your hands. Today I will teach you how to make pills, ah, make pills!"

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A large clay pot sent from the palace was placed on the blazing fire. It was about the size of a large electric rice cooker used in restaurants. An Jingzhi directed Zhao Wenyuan to put the "medicinal materials" into the pot.

The housekeeper knew his master's abilities. When he heard that An Jingzhi wanted to make the elixir, he quickly drove away all the servants and personally guarded the door, not letting anyone approach.

Zhao Wenyuan had to add the herbs and stir them constantly by himself. He was so busy that he was sweating profusely and had rolled up his sleeves. He no longer looked like an official or a son of a wealthy family.

"Brother An, does it matter if I put more or less of these ingredients? I've seen other Taoists weigh the ingredients before making elixirs."

An Jingzhi stood aside and gave orders, tapping Zhao Wenyuan on the head. "Just do what I tell you to do. Why are you asking such nonsense? Can anyone else's cultivation be as good as mine?"

After being knocked, Zhao Wenyuan did not refute and continued to work obediently.

Seeing that Zhao Wenyuan was too busy, An Jingzhi helped to throw the "medicinal materials".

There were replacements for the young eunuchs in the palace, but Zhao Wenyuan was the only one left. After cooking a pot of soup, he felt his arms were sore and weak that he couldn't lift them at all.

But I was very excited in my heart. Others don’t have the right to be tired!

Flour was sprinkled on the wooden board. An Jingzhi first demonstrated by rolling two meatballs and then asked Zhao Wenyuan to try. Zhao Wenyuan's arms had been working in the casserole for half a day, but he really couldn't speed up. There was no choice, so An Jingzhi could only roll up his sleeves and join the team of rolling meatballs.

The two of them rolled about five hundred pills in total.

Zhao Wenyuan stared at the pills with his eyes wide open, his arms hanging at his sides and shaking constantly.

Alas, how pitiful! An Jingzhi kindly gave him a small bottle.

"You should have seen it by now. It's that simple. If you want to eat it in the future, you can practice it yourself. I won't give you anything else. But let me make it clear to you first, this can't be eaten as a meal." The old emperor was old and didn't move much, so he might not feel hungry after eating this, but a young man's digestive ability might not be able to keep up with it.

In fact, this thing is equivalent to modern compressed military rations.

Zhao Wenyuan's eyes lit up with excitement and he nodded repeatedly. Although this was completely different from the alchemy he had imagined, he believed that An Jingzhi would not be wrong!

His father came home and said that His Majesty had been eating it for a week and he looked more and more energetic!

Only the most favored people in the harem can be given one pill, but there are sixteen pills in this bottle!

The remaining 500 pills were packed in a large porcelain bottle and sent to the palace with his token.

Quan An in the palace took it and looked at the pills with heartache at how simply packed they were. He then quickly packed them up in fine brocade boxes.

This should last the old emperor more than a month. Adding beeswax can preserve it a little longer, so An Jingzhi made some more.

If needed again in the future, Zhao Wenyuan can be asked to do it!

Zhao Wenyuan dragged his tired body and returned home in excitement.

After returning to the Zhao Mansion, Zhao Wenyuan mysteriously pulled his parents and Old Lady Zhao to his room, "Dad, Mom, Grandma, look!"

Zhao Wenyuan opened the small porcelain bottle in his arms and poured out three small pills.

Old Mrs. Zhao narrowed her eyes and picked it up to look at it. "What is this, Wenyuan?"

Zhao Wenyuan said proudly: "Hehehe, the Bigu Pill!"

Zhao Wenyuan proudly explained that he had gone to see An Jingzhi again today. An Jingzhi was moved by his perseverance and sincerity, so he taught him the art of alchemy and rewarded him with sixteen pills after he finished refining them.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao was surprised and excited. She pulled Zhao Wenyuan's sleeve and said, "It's actually the Bigu Pill? So, Wenyuan, you can also make pills?!"

Zhao Wenyuan touched his nose, his eyes flickering. He knew how to refine it, but he couldn't remember exactly what to put in it.

Without An Jingzhi watching him, he felt unsure.

Seeing that her grandson didn't say anything, Old Lady Zhao knew what was going on. "You, you usually play around, and alchemy is extremely difficult. You had this opportunity but didn't study hard." After saying that, the old lady tapped her grandson's forehead with her finger.

Zhao Wenyuan also felt a little regretful. "It doesn't matter. His Majesty will let Brother An continue to refine the Bigu Pill. When the time comes, Brother An will probably ask me for help. I will learn it if I go a few more times."

During the morning court session, the old emperor announced that An Jingzhi would be given the honorable title of Imperial Master. The court was in an uproar, but because His Majesty had just killed a group of Taoists, the officials did not dare to offend him at this time.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!