Chapter 553: The cannibalistic methods of the conservatives and the reformists
Looking at the Poison Boy, Murong Ji suddenly felt that something was not right with him at the moment. It seemed that he was not going to continue acting with him. [If you don't act, I will!]

"There's no danger anymore, so I'll come back naturally." Poison Boy spread his hands, or rather, Third Young Master...

Murong Ji turned around and continued to look for mature medicinal herbs. He just replied with a single word, "Oh."

The Poison Boy was startled, [Didn't he recognize my identity before? How come...] He then lay down in front of the fence of the vegetable garden and asked, "Hey, can you tell me who taught you these things?"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head to look at the Poison Boy. "The third young master of Aolai State taught me, what's wrong?"

Poison Boy: “…”

Murong Ji knew what he was thinking from the look on his face, and then added, "If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself..."

The Poison Boy smiled instantly and gave Murong Ji a thumbs up, "Chen Mi, good, good job! This is how you play, right..."

Murong Ji was startled, and suddenly had a bad feeling. Before he could speak, the Poison Boy had already walked away...

After thinking about it, I decided not to look for trouble.

Carrying the medicine basket, he walked into the yard.

When I pushed open the door, what came into view was a stove more than two meters high. There was a faint flame burning in the stove, but the flame was not big.

Murong Ji sorted out the medicinal materials without being in a hurry. After processing them one by one, he placed them on the table and weighed the amounts with a medicine scale.

After preparing everything, Murong Ji stretched and turned to adjust the fire.

After putting the herbs into the furnace one by one, Murong Ji frowned after they came out of the furnace. With his current strength, he was not good at refining the elixir. His strength was too weak...

"It can be used..."

He put the pills into a small wooden box of four or five centimeters and tapped it lightly. A total of eight pills were made. It was not a loss. He would make a profit after selling them. This hope fell on the girl from the Yang family.

After tidying up the alchemy room, Murong Ji walked towards his mother Mang Shirui's room.

"Mother! Mother, are you there?"

As soon as he entered the room, Murong Ji shouted loudly, to give Mang Shirui some time to finish her practice and to avoid him appearing suddenly and scaring her, causing any problems.

Zhu Ju walked out of the house, saw Murong Ji coming, quickly stepped forward to greet him, bowed to Murong Ji, and said, "Young Master."

"Well, where's my mother?"

"Madame is waiting for you in the house."

Walking into the room and around the wind screen, Murong Ji took a glance and saw Mang Shirui's figure was still hazy. She was sitting in the main seat drinking tea. The fluctuations of spiritual energy around her had not yet completely dissipated and subtly interfered with her vision.

It felt like looking at people through glass.

Mang Shirui saw Murong Ji coming in and smiled, "Mi'er, why are you here?"

Murong Ji placed the pill in front of Mang Shirui, "It's a good thing, mother, try it."

Mang Shirui opened the small box after a while, and a fragrant scent of elixir wafted to her face. It was a gray pill. She had seen Murong Ji use this thing before, and it worked quite well.

"This is……"

"You'll know if you try it."

Mang Shirui thought about it and decided to swallow it in one gulp... The spiritual power flowed through her abdomen and began to circulate throughout her body. It felt like it was dissolving in warm water.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and looked at Mang Shirui's reaction carefully. Her meridians and energy channels gradually became visible in Murong Ji's eyes as the exercises were performed.

After making sure that she wouldn't get a stitch in the side, he relaxed. [Even if I don't have the talent or the determination, I can still create a demon king...]

Murong Ji stood up and left quietly.

Half a month later, the formation was basically formed. Unless the top masters from the Taoist Alliance came, even ordinary demon kings would have no chance of breaking through.

Anyone below the level of Demon King will die if they come...

The small sword formation modeled after the Zhu Xian sword formation was just a joke.

early morning.

Murong Ji stood on the hill, continuing to inhale and exhale the purple energy of sunlight. Behind him, the Poison Boy was playing with the magic weapon refined by Murong Ji, the Ghost Eye, out of boredom.

The ghost eye that Ma Xianhong originally refined.

"Aren't you blind? Can you see with this thing?" The Poison Boy held up two lenses and placed them in front of his eyes. What appeared on them was Chenjiazhuang, with various scenes that almost covered the entire village.

Murong Ji slowly stopped practicing, and before he knew it, he had reached the second level of Yuqing. He could no longer hold it in.

After carefully checking his foundation and origin, Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief. This was much more stable than when he was in the Zhu Xian world...

"From today on, I am no longer blind."

"Hmm?" The Poison Boy looked over immediately and found that the aura was flowing around Murong Ji. After a while, it seemed that something was slowly brewing in Murong Ji's gray pupils.

Looking closely, it seemed to be an unknown formation...

"You... Damn it! Is there really a Cangyan in this world?!" The Poison Boy immediately jumped up and looked around Murong Ji again and again. The Taoist charm on him couldn't be fake...

Murong Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked with a smile: "You are well-informed, you should have seen this pair of eyes."

Poison Boy crossed his arms and thought carefully, "I have never seen it. The Cang Eye has always been a theoretical thing. The Yang family's Sky Eye was created by me based on the working principle of the leech clan's eyes."

"At that time, I vaguely felt that there should be another pupil skill, but I didn't know how to start. Later, when I was teaching the ancestors of the Yang family, I mentioned it, so that the Yang family and even the human race believed that the Sky Eye was derived from the Blue Eye..."

Murong Ji frowned slightly. He thought that when Xiao Wanqing hugged him and mentioned Cangyan, he thought there was a prototype.

[Is this a kind of observation method? Similar to the Daluo Cave Observation?] He was not sure. The Vajra Bracelet was so magical that he could not understand it even now. It was inevitable that observing the light in the womb would produce some miraculous effect...

"Hey? The little girl from the Yang family is awake." The Poison Boy suddenly said, as if he wanted to wake Murong Ji up intentionally.

When Murong Ji came to his senses, the Third Young Master had disappeared. "He appears and disappears like a ghost. It's hard to handle..."

As he said this, he walked down the hill to find Mei Yu to get some food. While carrying the bowl and chopsticks, he walked into the yard where the girl from the Yang family was recuperating.

"Oh, you're awake. Meiyu, go prepare some food for her, and by the way, settle with Miss Yang how much money she owes us these days."

Mei Yu was stunned for a moment. Didn't the medical expenses come from that wooden man? Now he sends a basket of medicinal herbs every day.

But she didn't dare to ask, so she just said "yes" honestly and turned to leave the yard.

Yang Yan looked at the child who walked in and the maid who left, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for saving me, young master. I, Yang Yan... will definitely repay you generously in the future."

Murong Ji smacked his lips, "A generous reward? Um... no need, just pay for my medical expenses."

Yang Yan had a wooden face and didn't say much. He looked down at himself, only wearing his middle clothes. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Excuse me, young master, who helped me change my clothes?"

"Me... and Mei Yu."

"Is that so..." Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, her face still a little flushed. She thought about what Murong Ji, a half-grown child, could know, and then she let out a long sigh.

Then Murong Ji said, "You should not thank us, but the wood that sent you here..."

"wood?!"

Murong Ji ignored Yang Yan's doubts and took Yang Yan's pulse again. After making sure that there was no problem, he took the bowl and walked out while eating.

A few months later, the Yang family sent a sum of silver and a land deed near Chenjiazhuang, and also purchased dozens of boxes of healing powder from them.

Since then, Murong Ji's elixirs have found their way into the market.

He walked on the farm humming a little tune happily, planning to take a look at his endless territory.

Holding a stack of envelopes in his hand, he walked forward leisurely.

[Not bad, not bad. It would be perfect if the Third Young Master didn't come to my place so often.]

He found a shady place, sat on a rock, and began to look at what was happening in Tianxuan City one by one.

The Taoist Alliance is in turmoil right now, as if it has gone crazy. According to the information he has collected, it has almost split into two factions.

After the Blue Sky Conference.

With the combined power of the families behind a dozen or so young geniuses who had received the secret teachings, they advocated the reform of the Taoist Alliance and the elimination of resources from other families that had not received the secret teachings in order to support those geniuses.

Persuading those families to sacrifice for the greater good and for the future of the Taoist Alliance... How does the saying go?

Anyone who advises you to consider the overall situation definitely does not have a place for you in the overall situation.

The other side naturally refused to agree, and they gathered under the Xiao family, advocating the maintenance of the old system and the protection of the king's ruling status.

It is very embarrassing for Wang Quan to be so simple-minded. When he was young, he expelled Jian Zhong and his gang and re-established the order of the Wang Quan family. At the same time, he had a profound influence on the Taoist Alliance.

Many of the rules were actually set by him.

"In the final analysis, it's still a question of interests and resources." Murong Ji murmured. Are resources important? It's important!

There are only a few true geniuses. No matter how much resources they can consume, how much can they consume?
The remaining resources were divided among the families. Whoever had more resources would have a stronger power, and thus would have more confidence in protecting their own interests.

However, then again, if the human race really wants to form a fighting force, it cannot just rely on those geniuses. It must have enough middle-level and bottom-level fighting forces.

So now, it seems that the so-called conservatives are suffering, right? No, these families are ruthlessly exploiting the ordinary people below.

Changing ways to increase their own strength, or even swallowing up small families to strengthen their own power, is also reasonable. After all, no one wants to die...

Over the past few days, Mu Renzhi owed him hundreds of taels of silver.

(End of this chapter)