Chapter 13: Spirit-Condensing Pill

The Great Yan Emperor was stunned, leaning forward and staring at the soil on the table for several seconds without moving.

"Ah." The little guy called people.

The Great Yan Emperor came back to his senses, swept the soil on the table to the side, and got a little soil on his hand. The Great Yan Emperor twisted it. The soil was slightly wet, loose, and breathable, definitely suitable for planting things.

"Rong Yang." The Great Yan Emperor looked at the little guy sideways: "Get some more soil."

The little guy didn't understand, holding the small teacup and opening his mouth to chew. The Great Yan Emperor hurriedly covered the small teacup with his hand, barely avoiding being chewed by the child. The little guy grabbed the small teacup with strength.

The Great Yan Emperor tried to coax the child, and fed the child another spoonful of soup.

He tried to take the small teacup, and the little guy let go.

The chubby Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally coaxed it out. The Great Yan Emperor held the child in one hand and the small teacup in the other, studying it. The magic tool was clean like porcelain, without any condensed energy drawn on it.

He tapped the small teacup lightly on the table, and looked again—no soil.

"Eh??!!!"

The Great Yan Emperor picked up the small teacup to check. It was empty, with only a little fine soil inside, sandy, left on the small teacup after the child hit the soil out. Strange, why was there no soil?

He tried again, and the small teacup still had no soil.

The Great Yan Emperor was puzzled. The little guy "ah-ah"ed, stretching his small hand to grab the small teacup.

The Great Yan Emperor let go, and Rong Yang grabbed the small teacup and giggled. After playing happily, he took the small teacup and pressed it on the table. When he picked up the small teacup, there was a handful of soil on the table.

The Great Yan Emperor was also like the child, finding it novel: "Again."

The little guy pressed the small cups one by one. The soil was wet; dry soil couldn't press the shape of a cup. The little guy was small, just doing it for show, and the pressed soil didn't look much like a cup.

The Great Yan Emperor was excited. This soil was superior soil, and if there was more, he could plant things.

He had just become excited when the little guy couldn't press any more soil.

Rong Yang was anxious and "ah-ah"ed, then cried.

"Don't cry, don't cry, why is there no soil?" The Great Yan Emperor was anxious.

Rong Juan heard the child crying and walked over quickly. The Great Yan Emperor hurriedly gave the child to Rong Juan and pointed to the small teacup, saying: "Rong Juan, your son's little magic tool doesn't have soil anymore."

Rong Juan held the child, coaxing him while taking the small teacup to check. With a shake, the small teacup flashed with water light. In a moment, there was half a teacup of water in the small teacup. Rong Juan and the Emperor were both stunned.

"I see this little magic tool is somewhat strange." The Great Yan Emperor asked: "Who condensed it?"

Rong Juan had nothing he couldn't say: "It was accidentally condensed by my wife, Qin Bi."

The Great Yan Emperor was surprised, lifted his golden dragon black robe, and sat down, a thoughtful expression appearing on his chubby face.

"After testing and having spiritual roots, one should go to the beast realm's small space for training." The Great Yan Emperor said after a while: "This is a world based on fortune and fortune. There are many opportunities in training, and one can accidentally condense a child's magic tool. The fortune is still okay."

At this time, the little guy had stopped crying and closed his eyes to sleep.

Rong Juan held the child and didn't say it was impossible, but said: "The child is still young, let's talk about it later."

The Great Yan Emperor disagreed: "He He Shizi's wife's lifespan is damaged. Going for training might be able to make up for the lifespan. Her talent is ordinary. Go to the beast realm's small space once and see if she can enter the path of cultivation."

The Great Yan Emperor had a good temper and thought things through. He said again: "Don't worry, think about it carefully."

Rong Juan handled the memorials thrown by the Emperor. After the little guy had a nap and woke up, he held the child and went home. The soil wasn't brought back; it was kept by the Great Yan Emperor.

Qin Bi took the child, and Rong Juan went to the study.

Qin Bi held the child and poured soil from the small teacup, but not a bit of soil poured out. This was strange. Pouring water worked, half a teacup, but no more.

After pondering for a while, Qin Bi went to find Rong Juan, took the small teacup to show Rong Juan: "Who moved Rong Yang's small teacup today? Every day I could pour out a little soil, but today there is no soil at all."

Rong Juan leaned on the chair: "The Emperor kept the soil."

She couldn't afford to offend the Emperor. Qin Bi didn't disturb the Heir and left holding the child.

Rong Juan remembered one thing and said: "Give me the child. When you have free time, prepare a lunch. I'll take the food box with the child to court. The Emperor won't provide meals tomorrow."

Qin Bi thought, went back, and gave the child to Rong Juan: "I'll try."

After practicing her cooking skills, she would let Rong Juan take the food box tomorrow.

This was the Heir's order. Before, Qin Bi wanted to toss and turn, but Rong Juan stopped her. This time, no one managed her. Qin Bi walked to the kitchen, pondering what dishes to practice with.

She definitely couldn't steam rice, and she only knew one way to stir-fry.

Try it, Qin Bi knew how to steam steamed buns, but obviously, Rong Juan might not eat them, so she didn't care about Rong Juan. Qin Bi intended to only ponder food for the child. Complicated dishes the child couldn't eat, and she didn't know how to make them.

Qin Bi went to the kitchen of the Heir's courtyard and learned to steam egg custard.

Crack an egg, add salt, and steam in the pot.

It wasn't delicate when steamed. Qin Bi could eat it, but the child couldn't.

Therefore, even if Rong Juan didn't stop her back then, she wasn't suitable for making gourmet food.

The steamed egg wasn't steamed well. Qin Bi was annoyed, simply stir-frying, adding oil, throwing in seasonings, pouring vegetables into the pot, and then it was whatever. The stir-fried vegetables were tasted by a first-rank maid, and they didn't suit the Heir's taste.

Qin Bi lost her patience and simply went back to the room to move out the small alchemy furnace to see if she could refine sugar beans for the child.

Spiritual plants were all good things. Throwing them into the small alchemy furnace, Qin Bi couldn't mobilize fire, so she had to use a piece of fire spirit stone. She didn't understand alchemy either. She knew how to stir-fry beans.

She didn't cover the alchemy furnace, using chopsticks to stir the spiritual plants. She also threw in a section of sweet citrus wood. Worried about burning, Qin Bi kept stirring. The spiritual plants and citrus wood slowly melted. After a quarter of an hour, Qin Bi harvested three orange sugar beans.

Only three? Qin Bi felt it was too few. She used quite a lot of things.

The problem was, the sugar beans weren't big either!

Qin Bi didn't dare to mess around, took them to find Rong Juan: "Look at the sugar beans I refined, can they be eaten?"

Rong Juan took them: "The child can't eat them."

"Can I eat them?" The child couldn't eat them, so Qin Bi thought she would eat them.

Rong Juan didn't look up while coaxing the child and gave them back to her: "If you can't bear to eat them, then eat them. This is a Spirit-Condensing Pill. People without spiritual roots can stimulate spiritual roots after eating it. You have spiritual roots, so you don't need to eat the Spirit-Condensing Pill."

Qin Bi felt Rong Juan was lying to her. Was alchemy refined like this? The difference between sugar beans for fun and pills was huge.

Rong Juan coaxed the child, not looking up: "Your father can eat a Spirit-Condensing Pill. Whoever you have a good relationship with, you can give them one. There are many in the Marquis Manor without spiritual roots." ===== CHAPTER 14 =====

Qin Bi felt that Rong Juan was swindling her; was that how medicinal pills were refined? There was a huge difference between sugar pills for play and actual medicinal pills.

Rong Juan coaxed the child without even raising his head: "Your father could actually eat a Spirit-Condensing Pill. If there is anyone you have a good relationship with, you can give them one; there are many in the Marquis Manor without spiritual roots."