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Chapter 3687: 4.1287 Heaven-Grade Alchemist

The cauldron fire boiled for a moment, then suddenly spat out a black-patterned, gilded pill.

Everyone gasped in unison, even the old City Lord Bai, who had been standing by with a puzzled look, widened his eyes in shock.

"Little Tangyuan (Dumpling)!" Mo Liusheng excitedly grabbed his son's hand, looking somewhat agitated.

Mo Lian strongly pulled his hand away.

With a cold, handsome face, Crown Prince Mo said indifferently, "Father Emperor, mind the occasion."

What's going on? Calling him by his childhood nickname in front of so many people, is he trying to get himself killed?

Duan Yue's eyes immediately brightened on the side. He glanced at Mo Lian with a teasing look, his face showing an expression of sudden realization.

Oh! So Little Tangyuan is your nickname!

Mo Lian immediately glared at him, annoyed, but then his hand was pulled back by his father.

"Little Tangyuan, why didn't you tell me earlier that your wife's alchemy skills are so extraordinary?"

"I did," Mo Lian said with a puzzled expression, glancing at the excited Mo Liusheng. "Didn't I say before that my wife is a Earth-grade Alchemist?"

But looking at it now, his little wife's alchemy level must have improved quite a bit!

She should now be entering the ranks of Heaven-grade Alchemists.

"You didn't say she was this powerful," Mo Liusheng glared at his son, dissatisfied.

Mo Lian lowered his head and pondered.

Indeed, his own wife hadn't displayed such profound alchemy skills in front of others before, so it was no wonder these people looked so stunned, as if their jaws had dropped.

Thinking that this was his wife, Mo Lian felt a little pleased.

This was his little wife, hmph, no one should even think of competing with him for her; she was his!

"Father Emperor, Qiaoqiao works very hard at alchemy."

Mo Liusheng wanted to spit on his son.

Hard work? Hard work my foot.

Under everyone's gaze, the Little Crown Princess refined a black-patterned pill, from refining the medicinal liquid to forming the pill, in less than a quarter of an hour. Was that considered hard work?

Qiao Mu reached out and grasped the black-patterned gilded pill that had bounced into her palm. She turned to look at one of the two young men following the Third City Lord.

These two had been subdued by the Purple Forest Guards at the very beginning of the confrontation. They were now being held by several Purple Forest Guards, struggling fiercely, their eyes burning with anger as they glared at her.

Qiao Mu gave them a cold glance. Her gaze was so chilling it was as if she were looking at two corpses, which immediately frightened the two struggling young men into stopping all movement, shivering uncontrollably.

Qiao Mu beckoned with her hand.

Two Purple Forest Guards understood her meaning and escorted one of the young men forward.

At Qiao Mu's silent command, a Purple Forest Guard drew the dagger from his waist and, gripping the young man's arm tightly, made a glaringly large cut on his arm.

Blood flowed non-stop. The young man's face instantly turned pale with fright, and his body swayed precariously.

However, very quickly, a black-patterned hemostatic pill was flicked into his mouth.

Everyone immediately saw the bowl-sized wound on the young man's arm rapidly heal on its own at a visible speed, and the bleeding instantly stopped.

In just half a minute, the wound disappeared without a trace. If not for a drop or two of blood trickling down his arm, everyone would almost have thought they were hallucinating.

Good heavens! Was this the effect of a divine-grade hemostatic pill??

This speed of hemostasis was probably defying the heavens.

Everyone's minds instantly became active, and their gazes turned eagerly towards the Little Crown Princess.