Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Get out of the way! I’m going to refine a pill! (Seeking monthly pass)
Translator: 549690339
Upon hearing that Yang Zhen could recognize the Primordial Pill, everyone collectively sucked in a deep breath. Hua Youyue and Medicine Elder exchanged glances, letting out a sigh of relief.
A faint smile graced Hua Youyue’s lips as she looked at Yang Zhen with profound meaning. For some unknown reason, at that moment, she felt an unexpected sense of calmness. It was as if as long as Yang Zhen was present, all challenges could be overcome.
Master Ma gazed darkly at Yang Zhen, letting out a cold snort, he said, “Since you can recognize this Primordial Pill, then share the methodology and characteristics of its refinement.”
“indeed, even if you can recognize it, what use is it? From my perspective, this Primordial Pill, be it its color or characteristics, is of the finest selection. How could you find any issue?”
“Shut up, wait for Yang Zhen to speak. Even if Yang Zhen was being unreasonable before, now he must rely on his true ability. If he cannot explain why it’s a pile of crap, will Master Ma let him off easy?”
“I really want to see, how this Primordial Pill could be deemed as rubbish.”
As everyone argued, Yang Zhen looked at Master Ma with a mysterious smile. Master Ma’s expression faltered and amidst the confusion of the crowd, he coldly huffed a response to Yang Zhen’s earlier question, “I refined it for forty-eight days. Both its characteristics and medicinal properties are perfectly integrated. What do you think?”
“Hiss!”
As these words fell, everyone present drew in a sharp breath. A pill that had been refined over forty-eight days, its value could suffice a Golden Core Stage practitioner’s essential resources for an entire year. No one expected that the Primordial Pill would be so precious.
What shocked people even more was that such a precious pill was deemed as worthless by Yang Zhen.
Now… how was Yang Zhen going to save face?
Master Ma sneered continually, but Yang Zhen was perfectly calm, holding the Primordial Pill and said, “The Primordial Pill is crafted from Huali Zi, Hemp Elemental Essence, Dragon Root, and Aquatic Spirit Jade over the course of seventy-seven days to form the pill. When the pill is formed, it will resonate with a dragon chant, emitting a pleasant fragrance, and the pill body will be slick with visible grooves. A seven dragon pattern is the highest grade.” With every word that Yang Zhen had spoken, there was a visible change in the facial expressions of the attendees and the astonishment in Master Ma’s eyes steadily increased.
“Am I correct?” Yang Zhen looked at Master Ma with a smile.
“Impossible!”
Overwhelmed with terror, Master Ma looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, saying alarmedly, “This is a pill recipe that my master found accidentally while exploring an ancient site in the Southern Region, how could you know about it?”
Hua Youyue and Medicine Elder both had excited gleams in their eyes, looking at Yang Zhen in exhilaration. Who could have thought that not only did Yang Zhen know the name of the Primordial Pill, he could lay out its recipe and even the method of crafting.
Although Yang Zhen’s explanations were somewhat vague, this ambiguity was very typical of the special language used between Alchemists and pill debaters. Being able to articulate to such a degree almost indicated that Yang Zhen either knew how to make it or knew all the steps of refinement and areas to be careful about.
No one would elaborate any pill recipe during pill debate. Wouldn’t that lead to it spreading around?
Everyone stared in surprise at Yang Zhen, clearly, most people didn’t expect
Yang Zhen to understand so explicitly.
Master Ma jolted as he said greedily, gleefully, and in shock, “Do you really have Medicine Madman’s notes?”
“Why don’t you guess?” Yang Zhen blinked
Master Ma erupted into laughter, saying, “Even though you understand the method and precautions of crafting the Primordial Pill, this can’t prove anything. Unless you can craft another one like it. Otherwise, I’m still the winner.”
Upon hearing these words, there were sounds of people sharply inhaling in surprise around him, all looking at Master Ma with astonishment.
Even Fan Tong’s lips twitched, frowning a bit.
Despicable Cat suddenly leapt up, pointed his finger at Master Ma’s nose and started cursing, “You shameless old man, Yang Zhen is not an Alchemist, how could he possibly craft it? Why don’t you ask other pill debaters to refine the pill?”
This time, even the onlookers thought that the Despicable Cat had finally made a fair statement.
What came next nearly caused everyone to spit out in surprise.
The Despicable Cat seemed to still hold a grudge. He said to Yang Zhen, “Kid, why bother debating this pill at all? Why don’t you just punch this old man to death and be done with it.”
Yang Zhen shookhis head, glared at Despicable Cat, and replied, “How we can be so crude? Since Master Ma wants me to craft the pill, then I will craft it for him to see.”
“What?” The Despicable Cat’s eyes widened roundly, looking as if he had misheard, he asked, “You are going to craft a pill?”
Yang Zhen nodded solemnly, stating, “Indeed!
“Why so serious? Save your strength!” the contemptuous cat curled its lips and said, “You think alchemy is a simple matter? I’d rather receive an open-handed blow to the nose.”
Yang Zhen exploded in anger, pointing at the contemptuous cat, “Today, you’ll see what it means to be all-capable, the master of everything!”
The contemptuous cat made a face, lying down next to Yang Zhen, looking at him with deep interest.
Master Ma roared with laughter, pointing at Yang Zhen and inquired, “Am I hearing things, or are you actually going to practice alchemy? Do you even know what a pill furnace looks like?”
Clang!
Yang Zhen took out an upgraded high-pressure pot. Everyone around lost their breath. Someone burst into laughter unexpectedly, triggering a wave of laughter across the courtyard.
Even Fan Tong looked strangely at Yang Zhen, a hint of uncontrollable amusement flickering across his face.
“This… this is your pill furnace?” Master Ma laughed hysterically, as if he’d just heard the biggest joke in the world.
Yang Zhen curled his lips, “It’s just a high-pressure pot. Haven’t you seen one before?”
The surrounding laughter grew louder, piercingly so.
Hua Youyue, looking bewildered, approached Yang Zhen and whispered, “Yang Zhen… are you really going to do alchemy?”
“Of course!” Yang Zhen extended his hand towards Master Ma, “Give it to me! “Give… give what?” Master Ma frowned, completely perplexed.
“The materials for alchemy, of course. Do you want me to provide them myself?” Yang Zhen said dismissively.
Master Ma’s expression froze, he turned red in anger, “Why… why should I provide you with the materials?”
“Are you giving or not?” Yang Zhen picked up the high-pressure pot, “If not, I’ll go… to Qingyue Tower!”
-Wait!” Master Ma’s face darkened, he turned to Yan Feng, “Give him the materials. I want to see how Yang Zhen can make a Yuanyuan Elixir that isn’t utter nonsense!”
Yan Feng reluctantly handed the materials over to Yang Zhen, coldly snorting as he returned to Master Ma’s side.
“Everyone, step back. I’m going to do some alchemy!
For the next half an hour, Yang Zhen fiddled with the high-pressure pot. After organizing all the materials separately, he dumped them all into it. Master Ma’s face turned purple with rage as he shouted, “This is ridiculous! No one has ever seen such an absurd method. Do you expect us all to wait for tens of days?”
To produce a six-star Yuanyuan Elixir usually took thirty to forty days. Who had the patience to wait that long?
Instantly, whispers echoed through the crowd and discontent was visible on everyone’s face.
Yang Zhen scoffed, having finished inscribing the last rune, he slapped the high-pressure pot.
The pressure relief valve of the pot suddenly opened. A gushing fragrance of orchid filled the air, lingering overhead.
Immediately after, the sounds of dragons echoed through the sky, followed by the emergence of a magnanimous aura and countless heavenly phenomena. Everyone was stunned, looking up at the sky with bewildered faces.
What… what was going on?
Had he done it?
“Impossible, impossible! You scoundrel, what trick are you playing now? How could you have produced the fragrance of an orchid and the righteous aura of a dragon chanting in such a short time? You… are you making a fool of me?” Master Ma looked horrified. His face was pale, and he vehemently roared at Yang Zhen..
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