That night, Han Shu went to the alchemy workshop of Ningwang Hall and found Ningwang who was refining alchemy.

"I have seen the prince!"

Han Shu walked straight into the alchemy workshop and gave a gift every time.

"My dear, why are you here when you have time? What's the matter?"

Ning Wang was weak and looked sick, and he coughed lightly from time to time. He turned his head and glanced at Han Shu, and a soft look in his eyes, and said lightly.

"I have been praying for the prince in Lingyin Temple outside the city for several months. I haven't seen him for a long time and am quite worried. I just came back today and saw how the prince's elixir was refined."

Han Shu saw King Ning's complexion, which was a little paler than a few months ago, and she looked worried.

"The spiritual pills of immortals have always been difficult to refine, and even those who practice immortals cannot obtain them. This furnace of spiritual pills was picked by Master Li Qin for this king. He once said that it would be a blessing to have one furnace out of ten furnaces. However, he is busy looking for Lingshan for this king and picking spiritual pills, and he has no time to refine spiritual pills for this king himself."

King Ning said lightly.

"The prince has been delayed for almost ten years, and it has been a long time to get sick. Master Li's method has been used for almost a few years, but it has not been effective. Why not invite a few laity masters to come and treat the prince together? There are many Lingshan and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and there must be a paradise who practices the prince. Maybe it can solve the prince's illness."

Han Shu hesitated.

When King Ning heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Didn't my beloved concubine always disagree with me to invite a foreigner?"

Since he went on a tide in the world, was injured in a fight and fell into the root of the disease, the secular famous doctors and doctors have spent many years to cure it.

Over the years, he had to seek help from the magic medicine of the immortals.

But Han Shu has never liked those ladies, saying that they are scammers and liars and have no ability at all.

Because of this, he had quarreled with Han Shu many times, but after the argument, the two became more and more distant. In recent years, they have rarely met.

"I have also figured it out when I was in Lingyin Temple to pray for the prince. There are so many Lingshan and rivers in this world, so there must be real immortals. The prince is auspicious and heavenly appearance. I invite the outsiders to come, and maybe I can invite real immortals."

Han Shu shook her head and said.

She had seen a real immortal cultivator like Su Chen, and knew how powerful the real immortal cultivator was, and she would not be greedy for gold, silver and wealth. So she was very disgusted with the scammers in the royal palace who had no ability and just wanted to cheat money.

"Yes, there must be true immortals in this world, but immortals are free and easy. Who would be nostalgic about this mortal world?"

King Ning also sighed.

"I went to Jianye City to issue a notice, asking the laity to come to Ning Mansion to diagnose the prince. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, I will try my best to win it."

"Yeah, that's fine."

King Ning also accepted this with pleasure. Han Shu no longer rejected those ladies, which made him much happier.

The next day, a conspicuous notice was posted outside the Ning Prince's Mansion, inviting the "experts" who lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River to the Ning Prince's Mansion to diagnose the disease. This caused a lot of shock in Jianye City.

Jianye City was originally a heavy city in the south of the Yangtze River, and there were many people who hid dragons and clenched tigers.

For a time, "ethnic people" flocked to it. In just one morning, ten "ethnic people" who received the news came.

The appearance of these outliers is quite good, either the appearance of fat Maitreya, or the appearance of long eyebrows and white beards, and they look like they are masters.

Most of them are monks and Taoist priests, but some claim to be hermits in Fangwai. When they heard that Ning Wang was seriously ill, they came to diagnose Ning Wang. Ning Wang's Mansion was not a scammer who dared to come. They didn't use a few brushes in their hands, and they didn't dare to come to Ning Wang's Mansion to be conspicuous.

Su Chen arrived in front of the majestic Prince Ning Mansion in a luxurious carriage.

The heavy bronze gate of the Ning Palace several feet tall, carved flowers all over the body, and the head of the giant bronze lock beast was frightening, solemn and luxurious, and extremely noble.

Two huge stone lions on both sides of the stone steps at the entrance were lying in front of them, guarding the Ning Prince's Mansion. Outside the stone steps were more than ten elite guards of the royal palace, and there was also a general manager who welcomed the "experts" to come.

Su Chen got off the carriage, put on a look of a "patriarch", and submitted a message to the Ningwang Palace to treat Ningwang.

Compared with those fairy-like and spiritual masters, his youthful appearance seems to be too shallow.

The head of the Ning Prince's Mansion thought he was a liar and almost drove him away.

Su Chen was also amused and crying. Those witchcraft warlocks were prone to mingle into the Ning Prince's Mansion, but he, a genuine immortal cultivator, could not enter.

Fortunately, Princess Hanshu happened to come out and said that King Ning invited a foreigner and would refuse anyone. The general manager looked full of doubts and let Su Chen enter the Ning Prince's Mansion.

Ning Wang Mansion, main hall.

King Ning and Han Shu summoned all the laity who came to the Ning Palace together.

King Ning looked sick and looked sick. When the autumn was hot, he was still wearing a sable coat and sat upright on the throne of the hall, looking forward to the great people below. Only in the extremely hot place in the alchemy workshop would he feel warm and could wear thin clothes.

Han Shu was dignified and beautiful, sitting upright at the seat next to her, occasionally looking at Ning Wang worriedly.

In addition to the newly invited masters to the mansion this time, more than a dozen outliers who were originally in the Ning Prince's Mansion also invited them together.

Nearly twenty outskirts gathered together to treat Ning Wang.

Su Chen was mixed with the masters in the hall and looked at them one by one.

Several of this group of people are masters of the Grandmaster realm, and have a very sharp perception. In the secular world, they are also experts with abilities, but they are far from cultivators.

Among them, there was an old man in green who lowered his eyebrows and eyes, which was quite low-key and did not speak. However, his body had a weak fluctuation of magic power and breath, which was clearly a cultivator, and his cultivation should be around the middle stage of Qi refining.

Su Chen couldn't help but snorted coldly. The old man in green was really bold and dared to appear in the Ning Prince's Mansion. Are you not afraid of being discovered by the Penglai Immortal Patrol? I wonder if the evil poison of King Ning had anything to do with the old man in green. But Su Chen did not show any expression and was about to leave before he talked about it.

The old man in green was just not making a sound among the crowd. Su Chen suddenly saw the aura of a monk on his body and felt the expression of a cultivator change, and he became much more nervous.

"Please treat King Ning with all the experts!"

The main supervisor speaker.

In the hall, King Ning stretched out his wrist, and all the great masters stepped forward one by one to take the pulse and diagnose the disease for King Ning.

After taking a little pulse, they seemed to feel a palpitations of viciousness coming towards them. They quickly let go and retreated from the lobby in fear. After a while, they found that they were not infected with the viciousness, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

King Ning was very disappointed when he saw them with a horror expression that was like a ghost. He had seen too many of this frightening look in recent years.

Almost every paradise who diagnosed him with illness had this look of fear as soon as he touched his wrist. They couldn't tell what the disease was, but they looked scary.

Now, King Ning knew that they could not cure them at all just by looking at their faces.

Su Chen also stepped forward and took the pulse of the hand for King Ning.

His hand was placed on Ning Wang's wrist veins, and he immediately noticed a trace of sinister energy, which penetrated his skin and penetrated into his body.

Su Chen looked indifferent, letting this trace of evil spirit penetrate into his hands, condensed into a small ball of black gas in his palm. He wrapped it with his magic power and prepared to take it back carefully for research.

There are many evil poisons in the world of immortal cultivation.

Like poisonous miasma, corpse poison, poison of monsters, and poison of medicine will bring evil poison.

It is best to have special spiritual medicines to control them before the right medicine can be prescribed. Ordinary detoxification pills can only relieve the lowest level of poison, but not all evil poisons.

The evil poison on King Ning is quite domineering.

Su Chen could not directly crack its toxicity.

When King Ning saw that Su Chen had not let go for a moment, and his expression was consistent, he couldn't help but look surprised. He felt that the coldness on his body seemed to have eased a little, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

After a while, Su Chen collected this small ball of black gas in his palm and then retreated silently.

After a while, all the masters of the world finished their diagnosis one by one, and then they began to discuss how to apply medicine.

"This disease is extremely stubborn and must be cured by strong medicine! The prince has been practicing martial arts for a long time, and his body is strong and can be withstood. I have a pair of Jinshi Bawang San, which is as fierce as a fire, and is specially used to treat the vicious wounds of the lungs."

"No, absolutely not! Once the medication is taken too hard, it will damage the vital energy and the disease is not cured, and the vital energy will damage it, which will worsen the condition. It is best to find water-based medicinal materials and slowly recover from the injury."

"This is a bad thing. You are not recuperating from the injury, but you are recuperating the injury! In a short time, this injury may be even more intense."

Soon, the people from all over the world had different opinions. Some said that serious illnesses require strong medicine and prescribed a pair of strong medicines. Some also said that this disease needs to be slowly planned and can only be cured after at least three to five years of clean care. The fight turned red and red.

King Ning coughed a few times and couldn't help but frown.
Chapter completed!