Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 106 Saltpeter, cinnabar?

Chen Mo discovered that Zhao Jiangning’s body, especially her meridians, was obstructed by a gray, chaotic-like gas, with the most at her dantian and heart.

This made it difficult for her blood and energy to flow smoothly, and even True Qi couldn’t enter.

Of course, as he always said, Chen Mo was not an Imperial Physician, so he couldn’t determine if this gas was related to Zhao Jiangning’s illness, thus he didn’t take any rash actions.

However, just as Chen Mo was about to close the Ancient Heavy Pupils, a flash of golden light swept across his eyes, causing a slight heat sensation, as if craving the gas in Zhao Jiangning’s body.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

But he still refrained from taking any further action.

After all, he didn’t know Zhao Jiangning well enough.

If it were Ye Wanqiu or Xiao Yunxi...

Perhaps he would give it a try.

No, that’s not right.

Simulate it.

He still had the Immortal Cultivation Simulator.

When the simulator refreshes tomorrow, he could experiment a bit.

Just as Zhao Jiangning said, roughly a quarter of an hour later, her illness stopped flaring up.

But this bout of illness left her like she’d just had a sauna, sweat drenching her, and her dress clung tightly to her skin.

It was like a scantily clad beauty finishing farm work and seizing the chance to take a suggestive photo.

Makes one salivate just by looking.

"S-sis, are you alright?" Zhao Fujin asked worriedly, seeing Zhao Jiangning pale and drenched with sweat.

Zhao Jiangning shook her head, seemingly thirsty, wanting to pour herself some tea, but after the ordeal, her body felt drained, unable to even lift her hand.

Zhao Fujin glanced at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo signaled to quickly get Zhao Jiangning a glass of water, which she took and drank.

After finishing, she requested another.

But while gulping down the second glass, she ended up coughing it out from drinking too hastily.

Zhao Fujin quickly and gently patted Zhao Jiangning’s back, softly saying, "Don’t rush."

Chen Mo took the opportunity to say, "Your Highness, the Empress De Ning’s seizure looks similar to someone in my hometown whose illness flared up, and he was cured by a wandering doctor." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Hearing this, the two women froze, and Zhao Fujin hurriedly asked, "Really? How was he cured?"

Chen Mo nodded, then said, "The symptoms were the same, but I can’t guarantee my neighbor’s illness was the same as the Empress De Ning’s.

As for the treatment, I remember some of it, first he..."

Chen Mo made up a story to appease the two women, then said, "If possible, Your Highnesses, I could buy some herbs and mix them together, bringing them tomorrow for the Empress De Ning to try out."

By mixture, he meant concocting some tonics.

Tomorrow in the simulation, he would check if it related to the gas in Zhao Jiangning’s body.

If not, giving her tonic wouldn’t cause any harm.

Besides, he made no guarantees.

If it was related, all the better; he could treat Zhao Jiangning following the method in the simulation, absorbing the gas in her body and earning Zhao Jiangning and Zhao Fujin’s gratitude, a win-win.

"This..." Zhao Fujin hesitated and then said, "Chen Hong, are you sure about this?"

"Uh, I can’t guarantee it, only that the Empress De Ning won’t encounter any issues using my method," Chen Mo said.

Hearing that there wouldn’t be any issues, Zhao Fujin looked at Zhao Jiangning, "Sis, should we give his method... a try?"

Zhao Jiangning was already suffering greatly from her illness. As long as there was hope, she wouldn’t give up. She looked at Chen Mo and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

"I will do my best."

...

After sweating so much, Zhao Jiangning naturally needed to freshen up.

Chen Mo finally had the chance to talk about business with Zhao Fujin.

Only Chen Mo and Zhao Fujin were left in the inner hall.

Chen Mo dropped the pretense, relaxed a bit, and fetched a paper packet from his pocket, placing it before Zhao Fujin, "Senior Sister, do you know what this is called?"

"Enough pretending." Seeing Chen Mo’s change of address, Zhao Fujin gave him a sideways glance.

Chen Mo said, "Didn’t you say I should address you like this in private?"

Chen Mo moved a little closer to Zhao Fujin, his gaze somewhat intense.

Frightened, Zhao Fujin backed away from him, "Don’t... don’t get so close."

Taking the packet, she examined its contents. It was just powder, which she couldn’t identify, so she pinched some, rubbed between her fingers, and sniffed it, "The smell is familiar; where did you get it?"

"Scraped off the walls of the outhouse," Chen Mo said, rubbing his nose.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin’s eyes widened.

Looking at the pinch of saltpeter in her hand, she could strangle Chen Mo.

"You... you’re messing with me?"

"Chen Hong, you’re finished."

Zhao Fujin immediately threw down the paper packet, grabbed a handkerchief, and started wiping her fingers clean, then lunged at Chen Mo.

Of course, Chen Mo dodged, teasing Zhao Fujin a bit in the process, and the two began running circles in the hall.

Suddenly, Chen Mo’s pace came to a halt.

"You..." Before Zhao Fujin could finish saying "Don’t", Chen Mo stopped abruptly, causing Zhao Fujin to crash into his arms.

Instantly, both were stunned.

Zhao Fujin was shorter than Chen Mo, now facing each other wide-eyed.

From Chen Mo’s higher position, he glimpsed the whiteness inside Zhao Fujin’s collar.

An ambiguous atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

They clung together for a good five minutes before Chen Mo spoke, "Your... Your Highness..."

Zhao Fujin finally came back to her senses, pushed Chen Mo away, and slapped his chest with a playful exclamation, "Scoundrel."

She then turned her head away, her gaze clearly evasive.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Mo cleared his throat, saying, "Senior Sister, did you find out what that was?"

"Are you still joking?" Zhao Fujin thought Chen Mo was still teasing.

"Senior Sister, I’m serious, really want to know what it’s called," Chen Mo said.

Seeing Chen Mo’s earnest expression, Zhao Fujin pondered and said, "It’s in powder form, but I’m not certain, seems like Dan Stone..."

"Dan Stone?" Chen Mo was taken aback.

"Master uses it often in alchemy, naming it Dan Stone, but it’s a controlled substance. Several times when Master used Dan Stone, there were explosions," Zhao Fujin explained slowly.