But he was responsible for tempering many auxiliary materials used in the concoction of Blood Elixirs.
He possessed a very solid foundation as well as a vast collection of elixir recipes.
Boss Shi’s eyes turned red. He dragged the pill masters, who knew exactly what he was doing, back to their quarters and showcased various elixir pills, racking his brains to keep them there.
"What, you think you’ve sinned and plan to go back and atone by becoming a doctor?"
"Well, that’s perfect, we need doctors here too!"
"You say you don’t want to be involved in killing anymore?"
"Rest assured, we won’t be going to the front lines."
"What? You pill masters are subject to quotas and low-rank disciples can’t touch those herbs? You have to produce elixirs for five hours every month and face punishment, even flogging, if you don’t produce enough?!"
Shi Dalin found a breakthrough. He dragged the doctors to the treasure trove:
"Dragon Blood Ginseng that’s a hundred years old!"
"Three hundred years old Mountain Ganoderma, and this, we use this medicine by the pound!"
"The boss is good to us; he doesn’t skimp on our materials, and he allows us to ’waste,’ cough cough, I mean, to try out medicines for ourselves. You can concoct as many elixirs as you want, and rest whenever you feel like it."
"There’s no set quota, just concoct whatever you like based on your hobbies!"
"You also get military pay!"
"And you can get Mr. Lei Laomeng over there to throw in an extra meal!"
"Let me tell you, the lads in the Qilin Army, they love us."
The pill masters were very tempted.
Meanwhile, Lei Laomeng found the people in the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect responsible for logistics, provisions, and meals. He blocked the door with fifteen bears and thirty wolves, then sat there while four seniors positioned themselves in a formidable arrangement behind him.
Lei Laomeng took a deep breath of the tea fragrance and said, "Brothers, we’re all old hands here."
"One word, stability. Come join us. Look, you’ve spent twenty years just dealing with meat and grain, and your martial arts aren’t up to much. Many comers, oh... Second Layer Heaven... huh?!"
"Second Layer Heaven?!"
Lei Laomeng corner of the mouth twitched, "Anyway, since the sect is destroyed, you’ve got nowhere to go. Better to join me. We’ve got all sorts of ingredients, mountain delicacies, seafood, you name it, and the veterans of the Qilin Army, they really respect us!"
Fan Qing approached the brave warriors, trying to persuade them...
Without someone specifically in charge of recruitment and no one eloquent enough, these rough guys had to do it themselves.
Li Guanyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The critical issue was resolved, and the subsequent collections and sorting could be done slowly later. Going through registries, dealing with penal laws, and pursuing ringleaders and criminal culprits were all exceedingly difficult, much harder than practicing skills and fighting.
Li Guanyi felt his forehead throbbing madly.
"Breaking Army, Breaking Army, when are you coming back? I can barely manage these few thousand people, but after this time, I feel there are going to be more, and I’m getting stretched too thin."
After he returned to his room, he saw an object placed on the table—a ruler.
The Green Robed Sword Madman had personally brought the ruler back.
The ruler was neither gold nor jade, emitting an aura of Yin Yang Reincarnation, extremely mysterious.
[Yin Yang Reincarnation Ruler]!
Inside Li Guanyi, the bronze tripod finally reacted, whistling intensely.
The letter from Changsun Wuchou had undergone many diversions before finally arriving in Ying Country. It was delivered in an extremely secure manner to the private residence of the royal family, into the hands of Breaking Army from the Turkic Seven Kings. The handsome strategist had just returned from the company of ladies from prominent families.
He sighed, "When can I return to my lord’s side."
"It is truly dull here."
Especially when he found out.
Li Guanyi’s first battle did not belong to him!
Especially since that white-haired man was surely by his lord’s side.
The young strategist clenched his teeth in frustration, wishing he could kill his way back already. As he brooded, he noticed a letter on the table. Casually opening it, his expression froze, "A letter from my lord?"
Breaking Army was overjoyed, "As expected, my lord remembers me!"
"Let me see, what has my lord written!"