Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Rumors swirled both inside and outside the palace, causing widespread panic. People worried that if Ying Zheng were to suffer any mishap, the Qin Dynasty might descend into internal strife or even collapse. After all, under Ying Zheng's rule, the Qin Dynasty had achieved unprecedented prosperity and strength, but this strength seemed solely dependent on the prestige and talent of this powerful ruler.

His forehead was already torn open, blood blurring his vision, but he seemed to feel no pain whatsoever, only staring intently at Yang Ling, his voice hoarse as he pleaded:
"Immortal... if you can save Father Emperor... no matter the cost... Fusu is willing to bear it!"

Fusu's vow echoed through the silent valley, carrying an unwavering determination and resolve. He knew this was his last chance, and he could not afford to give it up or hesitate.

Yang Ling gazed at Fusu and saw determination and fortitude in his eyes. He knew that this man truly wanted to save his father and was willing to pay any price.

Nodding slightly, Yang Ling said slowly, "Very well, I can heal your father, but you need to agree to one condition."

Upon hearing that Yang Ling was willing to lend a helping hand, Fusu was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed, saying, "Immortal, please enlighten me. As long as it is within my power, I will do my utmost!"

Yang Ling gazed at Fusu and said calmly, "You need to find me a medicinal herb called 'Thousand-Year Snow Lotus,' as only this can completely remove the toxins from your father's body."

Upon hearing these conditions, Fusu was taken aback. It wasn't out of fear or hesitation, but rather because he had never heard of such a medicinal herb before. However, he knew that there was no time to hesitate and that he had to find it as soon as possible.

He then kowtowed deeply: "I will obey the divine decree! Fusu will find this medicine as soon as possible!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly: "Go now. I will wait here for three days. If I can find the medicine within three days, I will save your father. If I cannot find it, then I apologize that I cannot help you."

Upon hearing this, Fusu immediately stood up. He knew that every second counted and he had to act immediately.

Looking back at the unconscious Ying Zheng on the stretcher, Fusu took a deep breath and resolutely turned to leave...

Fusu, along with Meng Tian and several trusted confidants, hurriedly left the valley. They needed to find the "Millennial Snow Lotus" as soon as possible. Although they had never heard of this medicine before, Fusu firmly believed that as long as they searched diligently, they would surely find it.

They returned to the camp and summoned all the imperial physicians and alchemists, asking if they had heard of the "Millennial Snow Lotus." However, everyone shook their heads, saying they knew nothing about it. Although Fusu was extremely anxious, he knew he had to remain calm at this moment.

He decided to split up, with one group staying at the camp to look after Ying Zheng, while the other group, led by him personally, would go to nearby towns and villages to inquire about the whereabouts of the "Millennium Snow Lotus".

"Fusu and Meng Tian led several elite soldiers, riding at full speed to the nearest town. Along the way, they inquired about the situation from everyone they met, leaving no stone unturned. However, most people either shook their heads and said they didn't know, or that they had never heard of such a medicinal herb."

Just when Fusu was on the verge of despair, the words of an old man rekindled his hope. The old man told them that the "thousand-year-old snow lotus" did indeed exist in the world, but it was extremely rare and could only be found on the summit of a snow-capped mountain, a place rarely visited by humans.

Fusu and Meng Tian exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute look in each other's eyes. They understood that the road ahead would be even more treacherous, but there was no turning back. To save Ying Zheng, they had to forge ahead.

So they carefully inquired of the old man about the path to the snow-capped mountain, and immediately set off. They traversed the vast grasslands and climbed over treacherous peaks, finally arriving at the snow-covered mountain.

The wind howled and the snow was biting cold atop the snow-capped mountain, but Fusu and Meng Tian showed no sign of backing down. They braved the wind and snow to climb with great difficulty. Finally, in a hidden crevice in the rocks, they discovered the legendary "thousand-year-old snow lotus."

Gazing at the translucent, faintly glowing medicinal herb in their hands, Fusu and Meng Tian were moved to tears. They knew this "Millennial Snow Lotus" would be the key to saving Ying Zheng. They carefully harvested the herb and immediately descended the mountain to return. They had to get back to the valley as quickly as possible to deliver the "Millennial Snow Lotus" to Yang Ling.

When Fusu and Meng Tian returned to the valley with the "Millennial Snow Lotus," it was already dusk on the third day. They saw Yang Ling still sitting cross-legged under the peach tree, the stove fire burning brightly.

Fusu quickly stepped forward and presented the "Millennial Snow Lotus" to Yang Ling. Yang Ling accepted the medicinal herb, a look of approval flashing in his eyes. He knew that Fusu had indeed done everything in his power to save his father.

Yang Ling didn't say much, and directly threw the "Millennial Snow Lotus" into the alchemy furnace. The furnace fire instantly burned even brighter, and the entire valley was filled with a strange medicinal fragrance.

Fusu and Meng Tian watched Yang Ling's every move with bated breath, knowing that what followed would determine Ying Zheng's fate. Yang Ling's hands flew rapidly across the furnace fire, his expression focused and solemn.

After a long while, Yang Ling finally stopped. He opened the furnace lid and took out a pill that emitted a soft glow. This was the antidote he had refined using the "Millennium Snow Lotus" along with other medicinal herbs.

Yang Ling handed the antidote pill to Fusu: "If your father takes this pill, all the toxins in his body will be eliminated."

The moment Fusu received the antidote, his hands trembled slightly, his eyes brimming with anticipation and hope. This pill embodied their arduous search and carried Fusu's deep filial piety and boundless expectations for his father.

Without delay, Fusu immediately rushed back to the camp with the antidote. Seeing Ying Zheng on the stretcher still pale and weak, his heart ached. But he knew this was not the time for grief; he had to get his father the medicine as soon as possible.

Fusu carefully fed the antidote into Ying Zheng's mouth, then anxiously observed his reaction. Ying Zheng frowned slightly, then remained still. Fusu's heart leaped into his throat, fearing the medicine might be ineffective or cause an accident.

However, soon after, Ying Zheng's complexion gradually returned to its rosy hue, and his breathing became stronger. Fusu was overjoyed to see this, knowing that the antidote had taken effect!
As the toxins were cleared, Ying Zheng's consciousness gradually returned. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Fu Su's anxious and concerned gaze. Ying Zheng felt a warmth in his heart, realizing that his rebirth was entirely due to the efforts of Fu Su, Yang Ling, and others.

Ying Zheng struggled to sit up, grasped Fusu's hands tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fusu, my good child, it was you who saved your father."

Upon hearing his father's words, Fusu burst into tears. He knelt before Ying Zheng's bedside and choked out, "Father, as long as you can recover, I will die for you."

Ying Zheng gazed at Fusu, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. He knew his son had grown into a responsible and courageous young man. He gently patted Fusu's shoulder: "Fusu, you've done very well. Your father was right about you."

At this moment, Yang Ling also entered the tent. Seeing that Ying Zheng had regained consciousness, he was equally overjoyed. He walked up to Ying Zheng and said, "Your Majesty, the toxins in your body have been cleared. With a little more rest, you will make a full recovery."

Ying Zheng was deeply grateful to Yang Ling. He knew that without Yang Ling's medical skills and Fusu's efforts, he would likely be dead long ago. He solemnly said to Yang Ling, "I will never forget Mr. Yang's life-saving grace!"

Yang Ling smiled calmly: "Your Majesty is too kind. I am merely fulfilling my duty as a physician."

Ying Zheng shook his head solemnly and said, "Mr. Yang, you are too modest. Your medical skills and compassionate heart have not only saved my life but also preserved the Qin Dynasty. I will certainly repay this kindness handsomely." (End of Chapter)