Gu Zhiqi listened to Gu Xiyue’s response, remained silent for a few seconds, and then muttered in a low voice, "Too few."
"What?" Gu Xiyue didn’t hear her muttering clearly.
Gu Zhiqi looked up and asked Gu Xiyue, "Are pill furnaces expensive?"
"Some are expensive, some are cheap. The most expensive one is made from Glowing Flame Profound Iron and costs about six hundred million, while the cheapest is an ordinary pill furnace which is about a hundred thousand."
Do you have some misunderstanding about the word "cheap"?
Not knowing what Gu Zhiqi was thinking, Gu Xiyue thought she wanted to change her pill furnace, so she asked, "Do you want to switch to another pill furnace?"
"If you want, I’ll immediately have someone bring you the one made from Glowing Flame Profound Iron." Gu Xiyue said as she started to fish out her phone.
"No!" Gu Zhiqi immediately stopped Gu Xiyue, "You better get me some pressure cookers."
She couldn’t afford to break a six hundred million pill furnace!
A big question mark appeared over Gu Xiyue’s head, "Pressure... cookers?"
Gu Zhiqi nodded, "If everything goes well, I’ll need about 50. If things go wrong, I might need around ten, so it’s best if you get 50."
It’s better to have more than less.
Gu Xiyue was silent for a few seconds when she remembered what Yue Lan had told her earlier and asked, "You’re going to use pressure cookers for alchemy?"
"Alright, I’ll contact people for you." Gu Xiyue said, burying her head to start messaging.
However, she was somewhat puzzled; does she want to make 50 furnaces worth of pills?
For some reason, her worried mind suddenly filled with a bit of anticipation.
As she was messaging, Gu Zhiqi asked another question, "Does your Medical Alliance have any fourth-order alchemists?"
While sending messages, Gu Xiyue replied, "Including myself and the Alliance Hierarch, there are a total of eight."
Gu Zhiqi pondered for two seconds and said to Gu Xiyue, "Call the other six alchemists over. Oh, and I also need ten assistants."
The sooner they finished, the sooner she could sleep!
Gu Xiyue was puzzled but still summoned ten reliable disciples to assist Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi continued, "Also, find a more spacious place and dig about 20 more stoves."
"Alright." Although filled with doubt, Gu Xiyue followed Gu Zhiqi’s instructions out of blind faith in Divine Doctor Nan Zhi.
Thirty minutes later.
The venue had been changed, the 20 stoves were dug, 50 pressure cookers were prepared, and Gu Zhiqi’s ten assistants had arrived.
Six alchemists were here, five had arrived, and one hadn’t shown up. Seeing the person still missing, Gu Xiyue had someone call to rush them.
"Minister, Pharmacist Lv said she’s feeling unwell and won’t be coming," the person on the call reported to Gu Xiyue.
Hearing this, Gu Xiyue turned to look at Gu Zhiqi, "We’re one short."
"No big deal, we can start." Gu Zhiqi casually replied to Gu Xiyue.
In these 30 minutes, Gu Xiyue had already understood what Gu Zhiqi intended to do. Looking at the five alchemists, she said, "Good evening, everyone. Sorry for calling you so late, but we need your help. As you know, there are 236 disciples who haven’t taken the antidote for Lethal Powder, so..."
Before Gu Xiyue could finish, someone interrupted, "Minister, you didn’t call us here to help with alchemy, right? We can’t make that antidote, you know that."
Gu Xiyue’s expression remained unchanged, "I know you can’t make it, so I’ve brought a teacher here for you."
"Minister, the teacher you’re talking about isn’t that little girl next to you, is it?" one person said, chuckling lightly.