Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 156: 117. A Different Winter (4.4K Words - Subscription Requested)


After a moment...

"Senior Brother, try using just one qian of the Ice Wheel Vine, not too much!"

Younger Sister Xiaoli, who was controlling her sword, flew above the medicine cauldron, observing the situation inside.

Swish swish swish...

Song Yan precisely cut off a piece of the dried white dead vine, then flicked his sleeve to send it into the medicine cauldron.

Younger Sister Xiaoli said, "Senior Brother, you'd better weigh it first. Every time you don't, I get nervous."

Her expression didn't show anger because it was Song Yan; if it were anyone else, she would have cursed them out long ago.

She despised people who weren't serious.

Song Yan was confident in his knife skills, but since his junior requested, he obliged.

Younger Sister Xiaoli continued observing over the medicine cauldron and then shouted again, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, prepare two qian of Sun Essence Chrysanthemum, and give one qian first."

Song Yan quickly procured a tuft of golden dried flowers, plucked a few leaves, weighed them slightly, then raised his hand to send them into the cauldron.

Younger Sister Xiaoli monitored the fire's temperature, then quickly grabbed some bottles and jars, poured them in, and when finished, flicked her sleeve to set the cauldron lid, closing the cauldron, then reached for a fan.

But when she reached out, she grabbed nothing but air. Looking up, she saw that her senior brother had already started fanning the fire.

When she looked, Song Yan smiled at her.

Younger Sister Xiaoli stared for a while, noticing her senior brother's excellent technique, so she relaxed, but she didn't rest. Instead, she began circling the medicine cauldron, muttering incantations.

Song Yan's control of the fire was very good, making his fanning technique nearly perfect.

As for alchemy, he had the basics down.

Demon Beast Blood was highly toxic, and when refining a Crimson Palace Pill, the core lies in the contradiction between "purging evil and removing toxins" and "retaining medicinal effects."

If you want no toxins, that's possible, but to remove the poison from Demon Beast Blood requires repeated efforts, and with just a little effort, the blood's effects will be lost.

If you want to retain the medicinal effects but can't withstand Erysipelas, it's a direct ticket to the afterlife.

Therefore, using "Demon Beast Blood" in medicine, forming a balance with other Spirit Flowers and Herbs, results in the Crimson Palace Pill.

Even so, because each batch of "Crimson Palace Pill" contains different Demon Beast Blood, without successful experience, each time consuming a new Crimson Palace Pill is an adventure.

A Pill Master's role is simply to make the Crimson Palace Pill "appear consistent," with no discoloration or odd odors, overall harmonious, and uniformly colored.

The current level of the Nanwu Sword Sect can roughly refine "Crimson Palace Pills of seven types of advanced Demon Beasts," but it's only advanced Demon Beasts, not the strongest ones seen in the Crimson Palace.

True experts wouldn't accept this.

Therefore, many people take risks.

Once the Crimson Palace Pill reaches "appearance consistency," they prepare numerous detoxification drugs, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and then retreat to swallow them, resisting Erysipelas, hoping to survive.

Because once surpassed, the benefits are immense.

The hardships and pain involved are hardly conveyed to outsiders.

That's why when Yu Xuanwei, through the Memory Jade, showed Song Yan using the power of the "Changwang Tiger," everyone was speechless—this was even more shocking than when they initially heard about "Song Yan stealing the old fox's things and making fun of the world."

The Nanwu Sword Sect, Puppet Sect, and Three Kingdoms Loose Cultivators knew the "Changwang Hu" as a powerful demon.

But the Fox and Wolf Races were different; they were at a loss as to how a human could digest the "Changwang Tiger Blood."

This was simply unfathomable.

Initially, they didn't even consider this, presuming that "Changwang Tiger Blood" was still in the little thief's possession.

...

About half an hour later.

A faint exotic fragrance drifted from the medicine furnace, not causing dizziness when inhaled.

Younger Sister Xiaoli hurriedly flew up with her sword, lifted the cauldron lid, and once the smoke inside dissipated, she saw a pigeon-egg-sized, pale blue elixir lying at the bottom.

The younger sister lifted it up, looked at it, and said, "Senior Brother, it worked.

Indeed, using good Spirit Flowers and Herbs yields better results.

Ice Wheel Vine and Sun Essence Chrysanthemum are more precious than Iron Swallow Grass and Purple Sunflower, so with the same refining techniques, the latter won't work, but the former will."

Song Yan said, "Unfortunately, Iron Swallow Grass and Purple Sunflower bloom once every year.

But Ice Wheel Vine blooms once every ten years, and is often found in cold places.

As for Sun Essence Chrysanthemum, it only grows in Fire Profound regions; although it blooms annually, it only blossoms for half an hour each time. Unless you time it perfectly and keep watch constantly, you'll never get the Sun Essence Chrysanthemum."

Younger Sister Xiaoli sighed softly.

But there's nothing to be done.

Rare medicinal materials are hard to find; if it's just a geographic restriction, that would be manageable. However, some herbs only bloom after many years, with ten years being minimal. Some take a hundred years, a thousand years, or even legends speak of ten thousand years...

After carefully placing the refined Crimson Palace Pill into a sealed Jade Bottle and labeling it, Younger Sister Xiaoli exhaled in relief, then looked out the window, her eyes suddenly shining with excitement, "It's snowing!"

With a shout, she opened the door with a "bang," spread her arms, and ran outside.

Song Yan also followed her out, and as he lifted his head, he saw tiny white salt-like grains falling softly, bouncing off his Silver Sword Robe silently.

Among the grains were clumps of snow like soft cotton that rolled on the white silk of his Sword Robe, and then quickly blew away with the wind, drifting into distant flower beds, woods, and lakes.

Suddenly...

Bang!

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