The Strongest Princess Consort in the Interstellar

 Chapter 23: He's Not a Masochist

Xiao Qingyang was already accustomed to such explosions and didn't pay much attention. Instinctively, he moved back, preparing to retreat to the least affected area.

After multiple instances of avoiding explosions, he had learned from experience that there was a specific spot in the room where the impact of the explosion on him would be minimized. The only effect would be that his hairstyle wouldn't be as trendy, and his face wouldn’t become excessively blackened.

However, just as Xiao Qingyang was preparing to leave, he suddenly saw a golden object, resembling a small cannonball, rushing straight towards him.

When he realized what that golden object was, he was greatly surprised, and his retreat came to a halt. Avoiding the explosion was now an impossible task.

Instead of continuing to move backward, Xiao Qingyang charged forward as soon as the explosion began, scooping up the little golden dragon and tightly protecting it in his arms.

The explosion didn't last long, and the butler had clearly grown accustomed to such occurrences. After the explosion ended, he skillfully led the robot in to clean up the mess. However, when he saw the appearance of the young master clearly, he was momentarily taken aback.

It had been a while since the butler had seen the young master in such a state, reminiscent of the first explosion they encountered.

"Young Master..." the butler worriedly began to speak.

Xiao Qingyang immediately interrupted the butler, indicating that he was fine and uninjured. "I'm fine. I don't know if Little Dragon is okay. Grandpa Du, please check on Little Dragon first."

Little Golden Dragon had just rushed over, enduring the impact of the explosion. Xiao Qingyang wondered if the wound on its abdomen had reopened.

"Roar..." With just that level of explosion, how could the Crown Prince be affected? Even if the intensity were increased tenfold, the Crown Prince wouldn't be afraid.

Hearing Xiao Qingyang's words and seeing the butler's attitude, Long Jingze understood that the recent explosion had no impact on the two of them whatsoever.

He didn't know why he had thoughtlessly rushed forward earlier, ultimately leading to this little guy "saving" him again and causing them both to end up in such a sorry state. Long Jingze felt an urge to facepalm.

Ignoring Long Jingze's objections, Xiao Qingyang thoroughly examined him once again, from head to toe. He found that the wound on Long Jingze's abdomen hadn't burst open, which put his mind at ease. Only then did he take the opportunity to admonish him, saying, "It was too dangerous just now. You can't rush in like that in similar situations in the future, understand? You'll get hurt."

"Roar..." The Crown Prince would never get hurt. It's actually you who seems so frail, as if you'd collapse with a gust of wind, making you even more prone to injuries.

The pharmacist's body was indeed too fragile. When he returned to the Imperial Capital Star, Long Jingze was determined to feed him more and make him stronger.

Long Jingze didn't think there was anything wrong with his thoughts, and Xiao Qingyang had no idea about Long Jingze's plan to "fatten him up". He just kept admonishing the dragon, urging it not to take any more risks in the future.

After soothing and advising Long Jingze, once the room was cleared, Xiao Qingyang prepared to continue experimenting with the formula for the low-level healing potion.

Long Jingze still adamantly refused to go downstairs and wait with the butler. Helpless, Xiao Qingyang repeatedly and carefully reminded him not to rush towards explosions anymore, as he would truly get hurt.

Upon hearing this, Long Jingze couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly, thinking: If it weren't for worrying about you, this little guy, getting injured, how could he possibly charge towards the explosion? He's not a sadist, after all.

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Chapter 24: Unknown Potion

While Xiao Qingyang understood that Little Golden Dragon had rushed over to protect him, he couldn't help but feel delighted. He was determined to quickly refine a healing potion to cure all of Little Golden Dragon's injuries.

From then on, Xiao Qingyang immersed himself in the process of potion making. Explosions continued to happen, but Long Jingze's instinctive reaction to rush forward diminished once he realized that the explosions posed no real harm to Xiao Qingyang. He remained calm and even enjoyed watching Xiao Qingyang turn into a charred figure when the explosions occurred.

Creating a basic healing potion required a much wider variety of spiritual herbs compared to the intermediate level. Thus, it took a lot of time to experiment and find the right proportions.

Not all of Xiao Qingyang's attempts at making potions were failures. Although they couldn't be considered successful either, as long as there were no explosions, some potions were still successfully refined. However, Xiao Qingyang had no idea what those potions were or their effects. Since he didn't dare to experiment on Little Dragon, he collected those unknown potions and continued practicing.

By the time Xiao Qingyang successfully tested the formula for a genuine basic healing potion, three days had already passed, two days longer than the experiment with the intermediate level potion.

Moreover, during these three days, he also obtained many potions with unknown effects.

"Little Dragon, look, I've refined a basic healing potion. Come and try its effectiveness," Xiao Qingyang said with a bright smile, holding a vial of potion in his hand.

Xiao Qingyang had witnessed all of his efforts and actions over these days, and he saw the gradual refinement of the healing potion with his own eyes. He couldn't quite express his feelings—it felt both bittersweet and slightly heartwarming.

"Why is the wound still so large and not healing?" Xiao Qingyang frowned as he looked at the wound on Long Jingze's stomach after feeding him the healing potion. His eyes were filled with deep concern.

Unlike other races, the Dragon clan had incredibly resilient bodies, and it was rare for any weapon to be able to harm them. However, once a Dragon was injured, their wounds were difficult to heal. Conventional treatment methods were ineffective, and even low-level healing potions had minimal effect. It required high-level potions, which took a long time to cultivate, to have any noticeable effect.

However, after consuming Xiao Qingyang's potion, while the effect wasn't significant, Long Jingze could faintly feel a tingling sensation at the site of his wound, as if it was starting to heal. Even this small progress surprised him.

"Sigh... It seems we need an even higher-level healing potion," Xiao Qingyang sighed deeply.

Although his online store had many customers now, the cost of a high-level healing potion was not just a few times higher than the intermediate level. It was tens of times higher, and they were even hard to find on the market. Even with connections, it was not guaranteed that one could purchase them.

Rather than saving up money to buy high-level healing potions, Xiao Qingyang believed it was more reliable to refine them himself. After all, who knew how many high-level potions would be needed to fully heal Little Dragon's injuries? It would require a substantial amount of star coins, but if he could refine them himself, he only needed high-level spiritual herbs. He could practice as much as he wanted.

Moreover, the price of high-level spiritual herbs was much cheaper compared to the price of finished high-level potions.

With a new goal in mind, Xiao Qingyang was full of enthusiasm. He kept refining potions for sale and used the earnings to purchase new spiritual herb seeds. The spiritual field he had opened earlier was already fully planted.

Xiao Qingyang then opened several larger spiritual fields nearby, preparing to welcome the arrival of new seeds.