Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 100: Chapter 82: Is Hand-Rolled Pill-Making Feasible?

The old Pharmacist prided himself on being quite innovative in the art of Alchemy, but he never expected to have his eyes opened today.

First, Han Yu possessing a Fire Series Divine Technique was quite a shocker, and the impression of Han Yu in his heart inevitably improved a bit.

But soon enough, it seemed logical. How could someone who crafts bizarre Pills be ordinary? So possessing a Divine Technique seemed normal.

The Fire Series Divine Technique might have miraculous effects in Alchemy, and he nodded appreciatively, watching Han Yu conjure a Fire Lotus in his right palm.

But as soon as Han Yu tossed the Fire Lotus into the Alchemy Furnace, his face changed instantly. The Spirit Medicine he had just placed inside turned to ash in an instant at the furnace’s bottom, and the fierce flames even slightly deformed the Furnace.

His face darkened, and he swiftly acted, clapping his hands around the Alchemy Furnace, causing the flames to be drawn out and fly back towards Han Yu.

Han Yu, seeing the flames returning, quickly reached out to control and retract them.

At this moment, the old Pharmacist’s face turned grim. He looked at Han Yu coldly, saying, ”You’re a Pharmacist, and you can’t even control the heat properly?”

After saying this, he threw in another dose of Spirit Medicine with a dark expression, saying, ”Stop playing your little tricks.”

This time, Han Yu was cautious, releasing only a fingernail-sized flame into the Alchemy Furnace, allowing fire to ignite once more. This time, he dared not let the flame’s power be too strong, only controlling the flame to envelop the Spirit Medicine.

The old Pharmacist’s eyes were fixed on the flames inside the Alchemy Furnace, seemingly wanting to see through them to understand Han Yu’s method. Unfortunately, Han Yu’s flames were just ordinary as they burned around the Spirit Medicine.

He quickly tossed in the next ingredient, burning it for a moment, adding continuously until all seven ingredients were in the Alchemy Furnace, then continued to watch the flames.

”What to do next?”

Han Yu secretly asked in his heart.

Glass responded irritably, ”How would I know what to do? Why do you think I would know Alchemy?”

Darn, among the three aspects of refining Pills, is only one bottle the real source of the Pill Formula?

Han Yu could only guiltily maintain the flame, watching through the fire as the Spirit Medicine gradually turned into a pool of liquid, then hurriedly withdrew the flames.

The old Pharmacist’s face darkened again, pointing at the pool of green liquid inside the Alchemy Furnace, trembling as he asked, ”Do you think this looks like a Pill? Is this how you usually do it?”

Han Yu felt extremely awkward, and found an excuse to explain, ”Once it dries out, just roll it into a ball, and it will become a Pill.”

”You’re not lying to me?”

The old Pharmacist asked skeptically.

Uh...

This was a hard question for Han Yu to answer, but the old Pharmacist’s gaze made him profoundly uncomfortable, and thus he bravely replied, ”Different technique.”

Strangely, the term ”technique” seemed to indeed convince him.

”Do you usually let it coagulate on its own? Or do you interfere with external force?”

The old Pharmacist continued to ask.

Han Yu was baffled, then hurriedly sought answers within his Sea of Consciousness.

”Don’t ask me, I have no idea how to make that up either.”

Glass was already somewhat fed up with the two, one daring to speak, another daring to believe, fearing that surely something would go wrong soon.

Han Yu mumbled, ”Let it coagulate on its own?”

The two stood by the Alchemy Furnace for a long time; meanwhile, the old Pharmacist even kept pacing around the Furnace, observing the substance from different angles.

After waiting for a whole two-hour period, both felt extremely uneasy, finally seeing the liquid coagulate visibly.

”Come on, come on! Give it a try.”

The old Pharmacist, excited, waved a hand and removed the Alchemy Furnace lid from afar, making space.

Han Yu edged forward, under the old Pharmacist’s gaze, grabbing the green pasty substance like a mud ball, beginning to roll it into a sphere.

The more he rolled, the less confident he felt. Even he thought it was ridiculous, what if this madman realized it was a trick later, then what?

Han Yu rolled absentmindedly until the old Pharmacist told him to stop, realizing that the mud ball... oh no, the Pills were already formed.

The old Pharmacist intently stared at the Pills, scrutinizing them. The green round blob looked like a quail egg.

Han Yu pinched the soft and collapsed Pills hesitantly, truth be told, scraping some mud from his body and rolling it would look more like it!

Suddenly, an old pair of hands reached over, and to Han Yu’s astonishment, the old Pharmacist took the still-damp Pills and began sniffing them beneath his nose.

After sniffing for a bit, he even stuck out his tongue to start licking them.

”What if he asks you to eat after he’s done licking, would you eat it?”

Glass suddenly posed a soul-searching question within the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yu’s face changed drastically, turning ashen. He was somewhat horrified watching the old man obsessively licking the Pills, his heart pounding with fear.

Heck, do I eat or not?

What if this madman feels insulted if I don’t eat, who knows what this madman would do?

”This Pill...”

The old Pharmacist, after sampling most of it, spoke as he handed the Pills over.

Han Yu’s heart raced; he only saw the old Pharmacist offering the Pills slowly, saying.

”Will you eat it, or shall I?”

Dang!

Han Yu’s face was likely greener than the Pills at this point. Looking at the already moist Pills covered in saliva, glistening.

He instinctively swallowed hard but found his throat stuck. Han Yu dryly smiled, shaking his head and hands, woodenly saying, ”Senior is a master of the Poison Pill path, only senior’s taste can truly appreciate the Pill’s effects.”

The old Pharmacist found this reasoning somewhat logical, and he felt his words appreciated.

Unhesitatingly, he opened his mouth, swallowing the Pills, promptly closing his eyes.

First, a sour and rancid odor emanated from the old Pharmacist, nearly causing Han Yu, standing close, to vomit after a few inhales. Then, steam began pouring out of the old Pharmacist’s body like a boiling kettle’s spout, releasing streams of green mist.

Han Yu stepped back quickly, fearing the mist which came swiftly and retreated just as fast. After just a few blinks, the old Pharmacist slowly opened his eyes, lightly exhaling a breath, dispelling the green mist out of the cave.

With a lingering satisfaction on his face, the old Pharmacist smacked his lips, saying something that stunned Han Yu into silence.

”Surprisingly, most of the toxicity has been refined away. My approach was indeed correct.”

Han Yu incredulously glanced at him, that the Pills could be refined, even he found it hard to believe.

”What’s going on?”

”I guess... was it just your Divine Power Fire destroying most of the medicinal properties?”

Glass was also uncertain.

”It’s just that the effect isn’t very strong, the medicinal properties have reduced significantly.”

The old Pharmacist hesitantly added.

”Let me give it a try!”

Han Yu’s fire-controlling Alchemy had inspired him greatly, normally using Mortal Fire for refining, he hadn’t tried using a cultivator’s Fire Spirit to control and refine.

Feeling eager, he immediately grabbed another set of ingredients, tossing them into the Alchemy Furnace, then gathering a thread of Spiritual Power in his palm, igniting it to send it in.

Unlike Han Yu’s clumsy operation, he skillfully maneuvered the flames, ensuring each portion of Spirit Medicine could be evenly burned.

Han Yu watched the continuously rising and falling Spirit Medicine, showing a strange expression; it astonishingly resembled stir-frying in technique.

Ha-ha～Spit～

The long-quiet Glazed Bottle suddenly stirred.

Han Yu hastily looked into his Sea of Consciousness...