Phi-Fic Chapter 133 A Real Gun Fired a Blank
Chapter 133 A Real Gun Fired a Blank
Ji Mosen looked at Chu Qiuchi with a gratified expression, "Truly worthy of being Dean Puyang's prized student, he managed to produce this fake medicine in just one day."
Chu Qiuchi smiled modestly, but his eyes were full of confidence. "Commander, you flatter me. This fake potion actually has no effect; it's just similar in color, so it's not difficult to make."
Upon hearing this, Ji Mosen looked up and gazed elsewhere, his expression complex. He said, "If Huo Heng really hadn't died, the two of you would definitely have gotten along very well. Back then... he was just as spirited and confident as you. His talent in the field of potions even impressed Minghui's grandfather..."
"Father, don't worry, we will definitely rescue him."
Hearing Ji Mohan's words of comfort, Ji Mosen nodded slightly.
Puyang Minghui, who was standing to the side, lowered his head slightly, struggled in his heart for a moment, and finally raised his head firmly, "Commander, General, we have also discovered that this mutated potion is actually a super-grade potion."
"Minghui!"
"what?"
Several voices suddenly rang out inside the tent. Ji Mosen quickly turned around, looking at her with a serious expression, "Minghui, do you know what you're saying?"
“I know, but I trust my grandfather.”
Seeing this, Chu Qiuchi and the others nodded firmly.
Ji Mosen closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. "Hmm, it can't be him. His identity and status are too conspicuous. Besides, Huo Heng was on the verge of breaking through to the eighth level of alchemy when he had his accident. These years have passed, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to break through to the eighth level. However, this matter should not be spread, lest it cause unnecessary trouble."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp. "If this is truly a top-grade potion, then the resources required behind it are beyond what any small clan can afford."
“Yes, Father. Especially since there are no fewer than a hundred people chasing me, and there are also twenty or thirty failed attempts in the underground cave I discovered. If they are indeed top-grade potions, where did they get their potions from? Admittedly, the Aris Forest has many rare potions, but it shouldn't be enough to supply the production of so many top-grade potions. Add to that the research losses, and this is no small amount!”
Ji Mosen paused, then thought for a moment, "Han'er, first send someone to Luoshui City to investigate the relevant clues. Once we find conclusive evidence to confirm that Huo Heng is really not dead, I will report this matter to His Majesty for a thorough investigation. As for the real medicine, send it to Yucheng as originally planned."
“Father, now that the fake potion has been made, I will escort it back to the capital with the Third Princess and the others. This will also allow me to explain the situation to His Majesty in person. Afterward, I will secretly go to Luoshui City to investigate. As for the real potion, I will have a few of them quietly send it back to the academy and hand it over to Dean Puyang in five days.”
Ji Mosen nodded. "Yes, that will do. This matter is of great importance and indeed requires a detailed discussion with His Majesty. Time is of the essence; you must depart immediately. Take more men with you, as there is likely to be a tough battle along the way."
After saying that, he turned to Chu Qiuchi and the others and said, "You guys go and prepare too. We'll be escorting the real medicine back in five days. At that time, you'll have to rely on yourselves, so make sure you're well prepared."
"Yes, Commander! Mission accomplished!"
……
Ji Mohan, carrying the fake potion, quickly summoned Aonanxi and others, and assembled thirty mages under his command, boarding military vehicles. The group swaggered off towards the capital, everyone on high alert along the way. However, everything went smoothly, without any unexpected incidents.
Even after arriving at the palace gates, Onanxi was still somewhat bewildered. "General Jimo, what's going on? Why aren't the beastmen reacting at all?"
Ji Mohan also frowned, looking puzzled. "Yes, logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case! Could it be that we left too suddenly, and they didn't react in time?"
Everyone was baffled, but Cui Shaoming deserves great credit for making this happen.
After thinking for a long time, Ji Mohan still couldn't come up with a solution. So, he decided to put aside his worries for now and focus on meeting His Majesty to investigate the clues, as that was the most urgent task.
……
Having learned that Ji Mohan and Ao Nanxi were personally escorting the potion back to the capital, Cui Shaoming was now extremely uneasy. Feeling the constantly vibrating magical teleportation device, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
He took a deep breath and summoned his telepathic message, reading: "Wasn't it said the potion was on his son? What's the situation now? If your message delays the master's important business, think about whether you can withstand the master's wrath!"
Thinking of the master mentioned in the letter, Cui Shaoming couldn't help but shudder, a look of fear appearing on his face.
After a long while, his expression gradually calmed down. He took out his staff, conjured a flying message, and began to write: "My lord, this is just a smokescreen by Ji Mohan and his group. Believe me, the potion is definitely on his son. Wait two days, and they will definitely make a move."
He sent the message, clenched his fists, his face grim, and muttered to himself, "If I can't escape this time, I'll make you pay the price even if it kills me!"
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In the underground black market of Fran, inside a dimly lit palace, a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black mask sat at the head of the table, coldly watching the steward below who had just finished reporting the news.
The steward swallowed hard and stammered again, "Master, that's exactly what Cui Shaoming said. We...we'll wait two more days, and in two days...they'll definitely make a move."
Upon hearing this, the man slowly closed his eyes. After a long while, he uttered cold and ruthless words, "If there is no movement in two days, you will go to the arena with him."
"Yes...yes, if the young master asks..."
The man sneered, "Ignore that idiot, keep a close eye on him."
The steward wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Yes!"
The man waved his hand, and the steward quickly withdrew, returning the hall to silence once more.
After a long silence, a man's voice rang out in the hall, "Ji Moyu, Chu Qiuchi, interesting."
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Over the course of two days, Cui Shaoming watched as Chu Qiuchi and the others remained as steady as Mount Tai, without making any move. He couldn't help but feel anxious, his heart was in turmoil, and he even developed a few blisters on the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, the Magic Message vibrated again. He was startled and opened the message with trembling hands, almost fainting.
The letter was extremely concise, containing only one sentence: "The master has summoned you; return immediately."
His expression instantly became dazed, and he muttered to himself, "It's over..."