Chapter 1 Brewing Medicine

For many people, concocting medicine is an extremely difficult task.

The heat, the proportions, the separation and combination of medicinal properties; every step is a rigorous test of one's skill.

It's not something that can be achieved simply with high talent.

Moreover, concocting medicine requires specialized equipment, even down to the medicinal furnace and the firewood used, as the refining of the Six Prison Minor Sacred Pill is different from the ordinary pills he had previously refined.

A pill that can greatly enhance internal force depends not only on the separation and combination of the herbs' medicinal properties but also on the integration of spiritual energy and medicinal properties.

It’s not something you can do by setting up a stove and finding an iron pot.

That way, the medicinal properties might be somewhat preserved, but the spiritual energy would inevitably dissipate into the world.

Therefore, An Qisheng did not intend to use the conventional method.

In the room, the lamplight was like a bean.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, with various medicinal powders arranged in categories before him.

"Although I've tried it many times in my dreams, I still can't be careless in reality. For the first time, the dosage should be smaller..."

An Qisheng glanced at the prepared medicinal ingredients, his eyes flickering.

He was not a genius when it came to concocting medicine.

He understood the principles of medicine, and he could grasp the proportions well, but the control of heat required accumulation over time.

In fact, most pharmacists in Jiu Floating World can hardly succeed even once out of dozens of attempts when they first start refining pills. The improvement they make bit by bit requires the consumption of a massive amount of medicinal materials.

Even so, pharmacists who succeed thirty percent of the time are few and far between in the world.

Therefore, he decided to make full use of his strengths, using his body and internal organs as a medicinal furnace to refine the pills.

With his control over his physical body and internal organs, there would certainly be no dissipation of medicinal power.

However, although he had tried it many times in his dreams, he was still extremely careful.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng's body moved slightly, and the medicinal ingredients placed in front of him floated up, steadily falling into his mouth.

Crunch, crunch~

His forty teeth, which had already grown in, rubbed against each other, and the medicinal ingredients were completely crushed by him.

Then, washed down with jade liquid, they flowed down the esophagus into his stomach.

Glug~

Like a stone falling into a well.

An Qisheng half-closed his eyes, appearing to be neither asleep nor awake.

As his stomach and intestines churned, his blood instantly changed from flowing slowly to running at high speed. In just an instant, his body temperature began to rise due to the rapid flow of blood.

Under his control, the temperature in his stomach and intestines had reached an extremely high level.

In Jiu Floating World, there are two types of pill concoction: 'water refinement' and 'fire refinement'. The former involves mixing spirit herbs with the blood of some rare and exotic beasts, while the latter requires the addition of some minerals.

The temperature required for pure 'water refinement' is not very high.

After all, any random fire can ignite spirit herbs. Except for a few rare spirit herbs, the ignition points of most medicinal materials are not high.

The role of temperature is mainly to evaporate the moisture from the medicinal materials.

It doesn't require too high a temperature, and An Qisheng could meet this condition within his body after the blood flowed at high speed.

Hoo!

Suck!

With An Qisheng's movements, the already dim room became even darker, and even the lamplight that was struggling to burn seemed to have lost its brilliance.

For a time, there was only a steady and long breathing sound in the room, as well as occasional grinding and gnashing of teeth.

Time passed quickly.

Before long, all the medicinal materials placed in front of An Qisheng had been swallowed into his stomach.

And within his body, extremely drastic changes were taking place.

His heart was beating at an extremely fast rate, driving the high-speed transportation of blood, and his stomach and intestines were churning at a speed that ordinary people could not even imagine.

It is difficult for ordinary people's stomachs and intestines to digest even grass and wood.

But An Qisheng, whose physique was already extraordinary, could digest earth, rocks, and even some minerals with all his strength.

Under the powerful control of his mind, his stomach was like a huge clutch.

The impurities of various medicinal materials were separated at an extremely fast rate, and then, under the high-speed churning of the stomach and intestines, they began to slowly fuse together.

As the pill slowly took shape, streams of heat spread from his stomach, reaching his limbs and bones.

Various organs and organs became extremely active for a time.

Having tried it many times in the dream state, he was already familiar with it.

While the heat was spreading and transporting internal force, it was also absorbing the ubiquitous spiritual energy of heaven and earth, merging with the internal force, and generating strands of true qi.

After the true qi gradually became sufficient, it began to condense the qi channels.

Everything was in order.

This seemingly unremarkable ability to enter dreams had an incredible effect in all aspects.

Without the ability to enter dreams, even if he were bolder, he would not dare to come up with such a strange idea.

"One pill has the effect of three years of ordinary people's internal force transportation, which is equivalent to three months of hard work for me..."

An Qisheng's half-closed eyes were very bright.

His efficiency in cultivating internal force was originally several times that of ordinary people, and with the ability to operate it at all times, one day of cultivation was comparable to ten days of diligent cultivation for ordinary people.

And this one pill was enough to be worth three months of his hard work!

"Better than I expected, coupled with that Six Prison Minor Sacred Pill, it's not impossible to achieve great success in the qi channels..."

Turning his thoughts, An Qisheng's mind returned to silence.

........

In Yanyun Pavilion, the lights were bright.

Bai Xian'er sat in front of the mirror, putting on makeup, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

She didn't care about Chi Changkong's life or death. The problem was that Chi Changkong was originally with her, and now that he was dead, it was a little difficult for her to explain.

Creak~

At a certain moment, a soft sound of a door opening rang out, and a tall figure strode in.

"Who?"

Bai Xian'er's expression changed.

With her vigilance, she would not miss any movement within ten zhang, yet the person had silently infiltrated her room.

In fact, if it weren't for the sound of the door opening, she wouldn't have been able to detect the person behind her.

"Looking at a beauty under the lamp, it's quite a different kind of taste."

A raw and deep voice came, and a bold and rugged figure appeared on the yellowish bronze mirror.

The man was half-draped in a red kasaya, and his exposed muscles and bones were like pure copper.

He had a semi-bald head with a small braid hanging down his waist.

"Chi Wutie?!"

Bai Xian'er turned around abruptly, looked at the person, and her eyes were full of dread.

Unlike the chaos of the Great Feng martial world, in the past few decades, the Reincarnation Temple in the Golden Wolf Kingdom has become the sole superpower with the rise of the Reincarnation King.

That Reincarnation King is an unparalleled genius of the Golden Wolf Kingdom. Legend has it that he was born with innate wisdom, and he had already condensed a divine meridian at the age of thirty.

He is the most outstanding figure in the Reincarnation Temple in the past seven hundred years.

On the newly compiled weapons list of Great Feng, he ranks fourth, behind only the Six Prison Demon Lord Pang Wanyang, the Taibai Sword Mu Qingfeng, and the Killing Arhat Yixiu.

He is a true top figure in the world.

It is because of his appearance that the Reincarnation Temple was able to take control of the martial world of the Golden Wolf Kingdom.

And this Chi Wutie is an extremely famous figure among the Reincarnation King's grand-disciples. It is said that he had already condensed his qi meridian in his early years.

"You recognize me?"

Chi Wutie stood with his arms folded, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes as he looked at Bai Xian'er.

The Reincarnation Temple is different from the Royal Awakening Temple. The monks in the temple have no precepts and are not prohibited from marrying.

The woman in front of him was much more beautiful than his dozens of concubines, and because of her practice of charm techniques, she added a bit of flavor that made his heart flutter.

"The Dharma Master's reputation is extremely high, and my master has also mentioned it."

Bai Xian'er's smile did not diminish, but she was very vigilant in her heart.

She had seen too many men's greedy gazes since she was a child, and she could not feel Chi Wutie's undisguised eyes.

"Who is your master?"

Chi Wutie asked, his eyes fixed on Bai Xian'er.

"My master is Red Sun Dharma King."

Bai Xian'er responded lightly.

"Red Sun Dharma King?"

Chi Wutie's eyes narrowed, and the greed in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

The Red Sun Dharma King had been famous for a long time. He was the strongest person in the Six Prison Demon Sect before Pang Wanyang rose to power. He could not afford to provoke him in any way.

"I wonder what the Dharma Master is doing here late at night?"

Bai Xian'er asked with a smile, her vigilance not diminished.

She had already guessed that he was the one who brought people to do the affair in Qingzhou Prefecture this time.

"I need your information."

Chi Wutie didn't say too much, and said directly:

"I want your people to poison all the cities in the entire Qingzhou, to help me paralyze the entire Qingzhou!"

"Poison?"

Bai Xian'er frowned and refused, "Qingzhou is the largest horse-breeding place in Great Feng. Your actions have already attracted the attention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. If I poison you, all the spies of my Holy Sect lurking in Qingzhou will be lost!"

The Six Prison Demon Sect has spies in all countries in the world, and its intelligence system is much stronger than Great Feng's Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But this is a spy network that has been accumulated over thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation. If the entire spy network in Qingzhou is lost, she is dead.

"It is precisely because Qingzhou is Great Feng's horse-breeding place, the source of all cavalry warhorses, that I need your help."

Chi Wutie had long expected Bai Xian'er's refusal, and took out a dark token from his arms:

"This is the Six Prison Token given by the Demon Lord to my ancestor, you still recognize it, right?"

"Six Prison Token!"

Seeing the token engraved with the Six Prison Sacred Mountain, Bai Xian'er's expression finally changed.

The Six Prison Token is the token of the Demon Lord Pang Wanyang.

The holder of this token can unconditionally order all Demon Sect disciples to do one thing for him!

"It's good that you recognize it."

Chi Wutie licked his lips lightly and smiled grimly:

"I want to see if the Great Feng King values these horses more than people!"

"What does the Dharma Master want us to do?"

Bai Xian'er lowered her eyes:

"If too many people need to be mobilized, you must ask the Holy Son for instructions."

She secretly had a headache.

She knew that she could not do this.

Otherwise, not to mention the possible crazy pursuit of Great Feng, even her grandfather would not spare her.

And if many spies in Qingzhou are lost, even if it is because of the Six Prison Token, she will face many people's questioning when she returns to the Demon Sect.

These spies are not produced out of thin air.

Most of them are also Demon Sect disciples!

If they are disciples, they have teachers!

"Where is the Holy Son?"

Chi Wutie's eyes narrowed.

He was also quite afraid of this Holy Son of the Six Prison Demon Sect. It is said that he had already infinitely approached the divine meridian, and many magic skills had been practiced to the point of perfection.

"The Holy Son he..."

Bai Xian'er's lowered eyes flickered, and her voice remained unchanged:

"The Holy Son is in the city, does the Dharma Master want to meet him?"