After gaining a general understanding of their conditions, Ruoruo examined all the sick members of the Underworld who were lying on the ground.
Her little face gradually wrinkled.
"These are all patients who are on the verge of death and volunteered to be our test subjects," said the white-bearded old alchemist.
He then showed Ruoruo the prescriptions they had recently used, the new drugs they had created, and the reactions of the patients to these drugs and prescriptions.
"The most effective treatment right now is spirulina, but it can only relieve the pain and slightly slow down the process of miasma eroding the body. It can't improve their current condition at all." The old alchemist shook his head, looking regretful.
Ruoruo looked at the half-face masks they were wearing: "Aren't these supposed to protect against miasma? What are they made of?"
"This is a mask with runes and made from special minerals. It can temporarily shield us from miasma. We can't stay here for long. We still need to rely on the barrier set up by the Sovereign using the Asura Gate."
Another, younger alchemist sighed: "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if, if alchemy doesn't work, you can use Qi cultivation to solve this problem?"
Ruoruo nodded obediently: "As long as we can find materials to shield the miasma and find a way to drive all the miasma together and control it within the barrier, wouldn't that solve the problem at its root? Once we get away from the source of the miasma, we can slowly find ways to treat those infected by the miasma."
“We’ve already tried it. The only thing that has this effect is the artifact Shura Gate. But the underworld is so vast that it’s not something that a single Shura Gate can handle. Besides, there are many people suffering from serious illnesses who simply can’t wait.”
"We still need to find a way to produce effective pills, refine them in large quantities, and distribute them to save the people."
"The fundamental solution to the problem still lies in weapon crafting. Even if we cure them, they will fall ill again after inhaling miasma for a long time."
Before Ruoruo could say anything, the two alchemists had already started arguing.
It is evident that their conflicting approaches to problem-solving have gradually separated them into two factions.
The leading old alchemist asked Ruoruo, "What medicine did Your Highness take before? I noticed that Your Highness was not wearing a mask, nor was she affected by the miasma."
The Underworld Lord looked at Ruoruo curiously. Ruoruo took out her own pills: "This is a prescription I improved myself, which I use when cultivating."
"This medicine can also help with cultivation?" The Underworld Lord looked on with great interest.
Ruoruo's eyes darted around, her face flushed slightly, and her voice lowered considerably: "No, it's because when I'm cultivating, my fourth brother eats next to me. If I smell something too delicious, it will interrupt my cultivation, so I developed this elixir."
This pill allows her to block out all external influences, and by relying on the spiritual energy within the pill for breathing and absorbing spiritual energy, she can effectively shield herself from Mo Xuanshuang's interference.
The Underworld Lord chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Oh dear, so this little genius from the Celestial Realm has such a lack of focus when cultivating."
Ruoruo's face flushed red, she snorted and turned her head away.
"Ahem, Your Highness's talent is extraordinary. To be able to create your own elixir at such a young age is truly a model for us all." Seeing that the young girl was getting agitated, the old alchemist quickly tried to smooth things over. "Your Highness's elixir does have some effect on blocking the invasion of external miasma. Why don't you try it on these patients first?"
"You can give this a try; it's very mild." Ruoruo tentatively fed the pill to the patient in front of her.
Seeing that Ruoruo had started testing the medicine, the two alchemists who had been arguing immediately shut up and all gathered around to see what kind of effect this legendary little genius would have on his first attempt.
Less than fifteen minutes later, the patient, who had been groaning in pain while in a semi-conscious state with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
He grabbed the nearest old alchemist, his broken voice hoarse and shrill, pleading desperately with a hopeful plea: "Alchemist, save me..."
The old alchemist patted his hand reassuringly: "This young prince just tried the new medicine on you. How are you feeling now?"
The man took several deep breaths: "It hurts... but my head isn't as dizzy anymore."
Ruoruo tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Could you let my spiritual power explore the meridians in your body? I'm a celestial being, so it might hurt a lot."
Although they are both spiritual energy, they are quite different due to their different cultivation methods.
When the spiritual power of the celestial realm is cultivated into celestial power and then enters the body of a person in the underworld, it will cause their body to reject it, resulting in severe pain.
These seriously ill people are even weaker and may die from this pain.
However, to determine the efficacy of the medicine, this step is still necessary.
She didn't hide anything from him about the possible consequences, and the man nodded: "I'm not afraid, I just ask that if the medicine is really effective, my family must be taken care of first."
He wasn't the only one to contract malaria; his wife, children, siblings, parents, and family members were all affected.
“Okay.” Ruoruo nodded, placing her fingertips on his wrist and sending her spiritual energy into his body little by little.
The man's face contorted in pain, his body twisting and struggling involuntarily. Kunlun immediately sprouted vines that bound him tightly.
Ruoruo carefully examined the areas inside his body that had been covered by the elixir, then withdrew her hand.
The Underworld King looked at her intently: "What was the result?"
“This medicine is effective, but it can only maintain his current condition; it can’t cure him,” Ruoruo said honestly.
“Since you can create this kind of pill, you must have other methods, right?” The Underworld Lord looked at Ruoruo with tears in his eyes, like a real eight or nine-year-old child. “Little sister, please help him. He is so pitiful.”
Ruoruo took a step back expressionlessly: "Don't make that face, it's disgusting. Since I promised to save you, I will."
The Underworld King's expression instantly changed, and he looked at Ruoruo with a smile: "Your Highness, do you have some confidence in what you say?"
Ruoruo naturally had a rough idea of what to expect.
Several of the herbs were quite effective, and she had a preliminary research direction. However, there was one extremely special herb that only she possessed.
This is also her biggest bargaining chip.
"Of course I have a way to save them, but their method would be extremely taxing on me as well." Ruoruo gave a sweet and obedient smile. "So I have a condition. If you agree, I will naturally risk my life to rescue them as soon as possible. If you don't agree, they are not my people after all, and I will not risk my life for them."
The Underworld King's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled slightly upward, his smile carrying a hint of eeriness: "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"
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