Two hours later, the expectation in Mo Wuji's eyes gradually faded. The medicinal liquid had indeed expanded one of his meridians, but this expansion slowly stopped after two hours. The burning sensation disappeared, meaning the power of the medicinal liquid had been exhausted. And his meridian did not seem to have been opened.

How could this be? Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Mo Wuji completely forgot the pain of meridian expansion.

The feeling was like there were many blockages in a ditch. When a flood came, these blockages were about to be washed away and the ditch was about to be connected, but the water suddenly disappeared. The garbage that had been pushed down was all blocked at the exit, forming a dam that was even more clogged than before.

In his previous life, Mo Wuji was ambushed before he could even wait two hours after drinking this potion. So he didn't know that this potion not only couldn't open the meridians, but would also make them more clogged at a certain point.

No, it must be that the dose wasn't enough.

Mo Wuji gritted his teeth and opened another bottle of potion, tilting his head back to pour it all down.

If the first time was just a line of fire burning in his body, then this time it was like swallowing a fireball. Mo Wuji felt like his whole body would be torn apart by this fireball and then burned to ashes.

The intense pain was unbearable, and he collapsed to the ground. In the end, his whole body spasmed, and it was difficult to breathe. Another one or two hours passed before the cramping pain gradually disappeared.

Mo Wuji supported himself on a stool and stood up tremblingly, his heart icy cold. He clearly felt that this second bottle of potion only made him more painful, and then blocked him again in the same place as the first time.

He was sure that if he dared to drink a third bottle, not only would his meridians not be opened, but he might also lose his life.

In a word, his meridian opening potion had failed.

If that woman knew that his potion still hadn't succeeded, he wondered if she would have even the slightest regret. Perhaps she didn't regret killing him, Mo Wuji, but regretted not waiting for him to research the real meridian opening potion.

Mo Wuji slowly moved to the table, where he saw a pale, desperate face in the mirror. He knew that he had no more chances. From heartfelt joy to despair, only four hours had passed. After four hours, he found that he still hadn't opened any meridians, and he still couldn't cultivate.

If he were on Earth, he might still have a way to spend time modifying this potion. Here, he had no chance at all. It would be strange if that broken laboratory at Dan Han Alchemy could research this potion. He was able to make it before more because of his experience.

A wave of weakness came over him. Mo Wuji slowly came back to his senses, sighed, and thought, "Don't force it if it's not meant to be." He casually grabbed the kettle on the table and poured himself a glass of water.

No, Mo Wuji took the cup away from his lips, his face even paler.

Having studied plants for many years, Mo Wuji knew the properties of most plants clearly. The water he had just poured had a faint scent of Upas tree.

This was definitely a medicinal liquid extracted from the Upas tree, something that would seal the throat upon contact with blood.

Someone wanted to kill him. Mo Wuji's originally lost and desperate heart suddenly perked up.

In just a moment, Mo Wuji understood what was going on. Because he was a descendant of the Junwang bloodline, no one would care about him when he was crazy before. Now that he was normal, it would definitely be known by someone with ulterior motives. In addition, he was working at Dan Han Alchemy, and he would definitely not lack money in the future. A crazy Junwang descendant was nothing to worry about, but a capable descendant of the Bei Qin Junwang was a cause for concern, at least to the guy who was plotting to take over the position of Bei Qin Junwang.

Mo Wuji gently put down the cup and calmed down instead. The Xing Han Empire was so vast. Just because he couldn't create spiritual roots for cultivation didn't mean there was no way. Since there was still a glimmer of hope, he definitely couldn't give up on himself.

Putting away the two empty green bottles, Mo Wuji suddenly felt a little fortunate. Fortunately, his meridian opening potion hadn't succeeded. If it had, he would definitely have taken the gold coins to the Spirit Opening Tower again. That might have been a really bad thing.

Before, he was focused on giving himself the qualifications to cultivate and hadn't considered the danger at all. Just think, how could those who plotted against his Mo family let a normal descendant of the Bei Qin Junwang live?

A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

A deep sense of crisis came over him. Mo Wuji knew that he couldn't stay at Dan Han Alchemy any longer. It was too easy for others to plot against him, a rootless person.

But where could he go?

"Master Mo, people from the Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop have arrived. The Workshop Master is accompanying them and wants to invite you over." Lulu's voice came, interrupting Mo Wuji's thoughts in time.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Mo Wuji opened the door. "By the way, I accidentally got some dirty stuff in this kettle of water and cup. Please pour out the water and wash the kettle carefully for me."

Lulu had always taken care of Mo Wuji at Dan Han Alchemy. Mo Wuji believed that the person who poisoned the water was definitely not Lulu. It wasn't difficult to get in and out of this place, and the person who wanted to harm him wouldn't be stupid enough to let someone else do it.

"Yes, Master Mo." Lulu's respect for Mo Wuji came from the bottom of her heart. What kind of life did Dan Han Alchemy lead before Master Mo came, and what kind of life were they living now?

...

"Haha, Brother Mo, let me introduce you. This is Workshop Master Mi Xiu of the Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop..." As soon as Mo Wuji walked into the meeting room of Dan Han Alchemy, Lu Jiujun laughed and stood up, pointing to a young woman. Calling him "Brother Mo" seemed to be deliberately showing that his relationship with Mo Wuji was extraordinary.

"Eh, Brother Mo, are you feeling unwell?" Lu Jiujun interrupted his introduction. To him, the people from the Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop were nothing compared to Mo Wuji's little finger. Mo Wuji's face was pale, and he looked weak when he walked, so he immediately became worried.

Mo Wuji waved his hand. "No, I'm just a little tired these days."

After speaking, he said to the young woman who had also stood up, "I've long admired Workshop Master Mi's name. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mi Xiu glanced at Mo Wuji suspiciously, and giggled, "I've also heard of Alchemist Mo's name. Rumor is indeed not as good as seeing in person."

Mo Wuji knew what Mi Xiu meant. He chuckled. "Actually, I'm good and bad. Sometimes I still think of myself as a king."

If it really didn't work, he would continue to pretend to be an idiot.

Mi Xiu laughed awkwardly. "Alchemist Mo is joking. Let me introduce you as well."

As she spoke, she pointed to a middle-aged man next to her who looked very kind and said, "This is Elder Wu Hetae of my Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop."

Another elder who was nearly sixty years old stood up on his own initiative before Mi Xiu could introduce him, and said, "I am Liu Wansheng, the sales executive of the Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop. I am very happy to meet Alchemist Mo."

Mo Wuji knew what the Cheng Ling Ji Dan Workshop was here for, so he smiled slightly. "Let's all sit down and talk."

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