The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 342 - 341 Who Bid on the Special Grade Elixir

Chapter 342: Chapter 341 Who Bid on the Special Grade Elixir

"Also, after handling the matters here and heading back, help keep an eye on the promising individuals on Luyi Star and engage in some ideological work," Qu Tong had arranged the tasks at hand and went to find Xu An.

Behind him, Ke Jun and Xiang Bin exchanged glances, both seeing the same excitement and resolve in each other’s eyes.

A potion grandmaster of interstellar significance was adding them to his communicator! They could contact him at any time!

But that wasn’t the main point. The main point was the Spiritual Essence Potion, which even the Canaan Empire couldn’t buy, and the Miss had just casually let them drink it.

They drank it!

Drank it as simply as drinking water!

They didn’t even notice the flavor.

They would definitely not betray the Miss’s trust!

Qu Tong found Xu An and discussed the redevelopment of Yingyue Bay and potions before leaving.

He also notified Brother Liang and gave him a potion.

Upon receiving it, Brother Liang instantly declared, "From now on, you are like my own sister, even closer than my deceased father."

He couldn’t help but inquire, "Sis, where did you get these supplies from? You don’t happen to know a potion grandmaster from the Kasa Empire, do you?"

"Sis, do you have more? I’ve already opened up a silk road to the Cangling Empire."

"Sis..."

Qu Tong moved the light brain away slightly, ruthlessly shattering Brother Liang’s fantasy, "Don’t even think about it. Even if I had more, I wouldn’t sell them. Don’t forget what you were supposed to do."

Brother Liang pounded his chest with a thud, a sound Qu Tong could hear through the light brain.

"Don’t worry, with my current resources, not just one, but ten are no problem," Brother Liang declared.

Before Brother Liang could share his visions of the future, Qu Tong had already hung up the communication.

He returned to the school to deal with shop matters with Old Man Yuan.

The last day of the month was destined to be a sleepless night as many people gathered in front of their light brains, waiting for the first special-grade potion to drop in Miss Ali’s shop.

Even those who couldn’t afford the potions wanted to join in the excitement, and besides, weren’t there high-grade elixirs to compete for?

The members of the Alchemist Association also stayed awake, all the pharmacists conducting a review meeting overnight.

The pharmacists knew their leader was enraged and embarrassed but had no choice but to take the reprimand. After all, they had signed an agreement when they first studied pharmacy, and their interests were already tied to the Alchemist Association.

Fortunately, everyone was in the same boat, which put them somewhat at ease.

Even the mercenaries sent to investigate Yuan Hewen’s treatment of the Spirit Sea were no exception; they were scolded bloody.

Finally, Lan Weiying pulled out potions for each mercenary and gave each pharmacist 100 Moonlight Grasses. Lan Jianghong would give a slap, and Lan Weiying a sweet jujube, thus winning people’s hearts.

Although the potions given by Lan Weiying were defective products from her practice of high-grade potions, they could still be used as high-grade potions, equivalent to several months of their salaries.

Back in the office, Lan Jianghong’s face was still grim, but he no longer showed his emotions as openly.

"Xiaoying, well done," Lan Jianghong said approvingly.

"It was also thanks to the opportunity Grandfather gave me," Lan Weiying elegantly brewed and poured tea, pushing the second cup across to Lan Jianghong.

"Without a bit of scolding, these people who have grown accustomed to comfortable days wouldn’t know the feeling of urgency like before."

Lan Jianghong drank his cup of tea in one gulp. The successive defeats made his white hair more noticeable, and his eyes revealed a hint of weariness, "Grandfather is old. In the future, the Alchemist Association will need more effort from Xiaoying to establish authority so you can effectively command them."

Lan Weiying’s expression became slightly reserved and she didn’t rashly respond.

In her opinion, her grandfather really had aged, grown restless with staying in a high position for too long—a slight provocation and threat destabilizing his composure.

However, Lan Weiying did not show this on her face.

Instead, he very patiently helped Lan Jianghong clear his thoughts.

"Old Yuan’s Spirit Sea was repaired, indeed, but do you see him daring to share the recipe for treating a shattered deep Spirit Sea? He only sells Special-grade Elixirs, proving that the recipe is either only effective for himself or the treatment method is shady."

"No matter how formidable they are, there are only three of them. It’s best to break them down one by one." Lan Weiying’s light purple mixed eyes held a terrifying calculation as she analyzed word by word:

"Old Yuan is highly wary and doesn’t leave the school, and Jun Li is powerful and her whereabouts are unpredictable; these two cannot be touched for now. However, Old Yuan’s new disciple Qu Tong is certainly vulnerable."

"Even if Qu Tong has a Sky-roaming Prime Mecha, he can only exert S-rank strength, and the location of this term’s midterm practical assessment just happens to fall under the jurisdiction of the Fifth Legion."

Lan Jianghong grew more satisfied upon hearing this, "Go on in detail."

In his eyes, there was no issue with Lan Weiying’s ideas, instead, it proved his successful personal teaching over the years.

The Lan Family, needs not a family head who is kind-hearted, indecisive, and soft."

*

Unconsciously, there was still one minute left until midnight, and the fervent discussion about the Special-grade Elixir had already ceased.

In different corners of various planets, a large crowd held their breath, ready to furiously tap their screens.

Qu Tong and Old Man Yuan were working overtime in the laboratory together; the elixir had been set to launch on a timer.

As the 12 o’clock alarm rang, Qu Tong had just finished the last batch of elixirs and opened her Light Brain to enter Miss Ali’s God of Wealth Temple.

The comment section below had already hit 999+ and was still refreshing continuously.

[15 million Star Coins! So expensive!]

[Where’s the expensive part? Special-grade Elixirs are priced like this! Ignorance!]

[Is there anyone in the know, who finally got it?]

[Those with a few smelly coins, pop up, will you?]

[Calling the admin! Calling customer service! Calling the shop owner! Could you let me check who has such fast hands among the big shots!]

[Check mine, the shop owner is an idiot!]

[Brotherly righteousness!]

Just as Qu Tong was about to exit the comment section, she saw a response under that comment from a red-colored ID.

Miss Ali: [Your entire family are idiots! Off you go!]

Qu Tong looked at Old Man Yuan beside her, and facepalmed...

"Some idiot just insulted you; I’ve already blacklisted and insulted them back on your behalf. No need to thank me." Old Man Yuan looked up at her briefly and then continued to search for Little Hacker’s comments to reply.

He was quite proud of it.

Qu Tong grimaced, "...Check who bought the Special-grade Elixir for me."

As Old Man Yuan managed her account whenever she was absent, she was just using her own Qu Tong’s Light Brain account to check.

Old Man Yuan scrolled briefly: "Si Yufan, your husband’s own brother."

Qu Tong raised her eyebrows; there really was some fate involved.

At that moment in the Imperial Palace, the usually refined and elegant Crown Prince stood up excitedly from getting the elixir, "Got it!"

He looked appreciatively at Si Yuting, "The ’cheat’ you set up is truly extraordinary!"

Si Yuting, with a stern face, said, "Don’t do this again."

"Understood; I’ll rely on my own skills to grab it next time. This is Old Yuan’s first elixir since his return; it’s quite significant," Si Yufan explained earnestly.

Si Yuting was not averse to adapting; otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent half a day programming this special script.

He gave a nod and then excused himself to leave—it was getting late, and his little wife had not returned home, so he decided to stay in the Imperial Palace.