Seeing that the other party was clearly hesitant, Ji Mofan remained outwardly calm but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Demon Lord's intimidation was effective.
Otherwise, things might not end well today.
“You…” The young man clearly didn’t want to give up, and pointed at Ji Mofan and said “you” again.
"What do you want to say?" Li Geyue finally mustered up her courage and stood in front of Ji Mofan, blocking the young man's raised finger.
The young man chuckled enigmatically, "Your furnace is quite interesting. How about we make a deal? If the guards at the entrance knock him out later, I'll take him with me."
"Don't worry, I'll pay you a fair price." Although the young man was speaking to Li Geyue, his narrow eyes were fixed on Ji Mofan through the veil on his hat with a sinister look.
It's obvious they had no good intentions.
Moreover, there was no reason to refute what he said. Ji Mofan had just said that before being rejected by the Demon Lord, messing with him would be tantamount to disrespecting the Demon Lord.
But after being rejected, what happened to him naturally became none of the Demon Lord's business.
Li Geyue glanced at Ji Mofan with some unease.
He received no instructions; all he could hear was his heart pounding wildly.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, so he had no choice but to trust his senior brother.
Turning to look at the guy across from him, his gaze returned to its usual arrogant tone. "Fine, as long as the price is fair, it doesn't matter who I sell to."
The young man walked away with a sullen face.
The eldest brother was quiet for only a short while before he started calling out to his hen again.
Li Geyue's heartbeat had not completely calmed down, and she did not say anything for a moment.
Miao Miao, who had remained silent the whole time, came over and tugged at their sleeves, "...That person is not easy to deal with."
With a loud older brother in the middle, Miao Miao deliberately lowered her voice, so the younger brother with his back to them couldn't hear the crickets chirping.
"What do you mean?" Li Geyue's heart, which hadn't quite settled down yet, jumped again.
“He’s an alchemist,” Miao Miao said.
This profession is rare in the cultivation world, but Ji Mofan has heard of it.
Unlike alchemists, pharmacists are a unique title for cultivators who specialize in producing "medicine people."
As the name suggests, it is not difficult to understand that "medicine person" is a technique that turns people into medicinal materials.
The usual treatment method is to administer drugs to induce unconsciousness, then place the person in a jar and soak them in a combination of several medicinal herbs.
Once the medicinal properties have penetrated the bones and blood, and the person can still live well, the "medicinal person" is considered to have been created.
The bones and blood of a medicinal human are top-grade medicinal materials that can cure almost all diseases, and a single medicinal human is worth a fortune.
However, because the refining process is too painful and bloody, once alchemists are discovered in the cultivation world, their treatment is no different from that of demonic cultivators.
"Moreover, that alchemist prefers to immerse the medicine figure in the pot while it is still conscious," Miao Miao continued. "Because this way, he can communicate with the medicine figure at any time and understand what stage the refining process is at, which can greatly increase the success rate."
Few people would do this, because the process of creating a medicine human is almost unbearable for ordinary people.
Even if you force it in while the person is conscious, it will drive them insane in just a few days.
However, in order to ensure the patient's sanity, he would continuously add medicinal herbs that stabilized the soul and stimulated the senses.
The drug addicts were torn between life and death, and in his hands, even the right to be mentally impaired was taken away.
Even among demonic cultivators, few possess such ruthless methods.
Miao Miao didn't have much sympathy for those poor medicine patients, but if that person were Ji Mofan, it would be a completely different story.
This is his savior.
Even if he were to die, he would do his best to help him find a quick and painless way to die.
"Let's take it one step at a time," Ji Mofan said softly, ending the conversation.
Thinking too much is useless; some things are beyond their ability to change right now.
Only Miao Miao remained extremely uneasy.
The further the group moved forward, the clearer he realized that even if Ji Mofan was chosen by the Demon Lord to escape the clutches of that alchemist, would his fate be much better?
No way! All those furnaces that came out of the Demon Palace in the past had their own tragic fates. Whether they were used as furnaces or medicine people, it could not be called a "pleasant way to die"!
Miao Miao's little mind was racing.
He couldn't come up with a better solution until it was their turn in the queue.
Ji Mofan felt like the gaze sticking to his back was about to burn through his clothes.
"Next." The voice of the Demon Palace guard came from inside the tent.
Li Geyue's walking posture was also slightly stiff.
Fortunately, the guards of the Demon Palace didn't think there was anything wrong with his reaction.
The Demon Lord has considerable prestige in the Demon Realm, and there are people all over the world who worship him as a god. In previous years, there have even been people who fainted on the spot after learning that they were qualified to have an audience with the Demon Lord.
The Demon Palace guards were already used to it.
"What did you bring?" The guard in charge of recording didn't even look up, his brush moving swiftly across the notebook in front of him.
“I would like to offer Your Majesty a righteous cultivator as a furnace vessel,” Li Geyue read out, enunciating each word clearly.
The guard then raised his eyes and reached out to grab Ji Mofan's wrist.
Li Geyue had to work very hard to suppress the urge to knock the other person's hand away.
The veil was slightly lifted by the movement, briefly revealing the face hidden within before it was covered again.
But none of those present were ordinary people, especially those responsible for guarding the area, who needed to be sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. Even a brief moment was enough for the Demon Palace guards to see who the person in front of them was.
His outstretched hand froze in place, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, clearly recognizing Ji Mofan's identity.
He withdrew his hand and wrote directly on the booklet in front of him, "Your name."
He pointed at Li Geyue.
The latter answered all questions and said his name was Yuege.
Then the group was easily let into the Demon Palace.
Li Geyue was still in a daze.
Miao Miao became excited first, "We passed? We really passed?"
"This is the Demon Palace? It's so beautiful..."
"That guard only glanced at Ji Mofan, right? That face is really useful."
Ji Mofan didn't speak, but simply looked around at his surroundings.
As Miao Miao said, the Demon Palace was decorated in a magnificent manner. Not to mention the carved beams and painted rafters, the luminous pearls used for lighting were as big as fists, and there were more than a dozen of them of the same size, distributed around the entire hall.
It was still early morning, and there was still some time before sunrise.
But the interior was as bright as day, with all sorts of gold and jewels used to cover the walls, and even the windows were not made of paper, but of polished crystal.
The entire palace exudes wealth.
Her behavior was even more exaggerated than Li Jinchu's.
No wonder the guards at the gate are so picky.
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