Hiss~

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's scalp instantly went numb.

This Wen Yaxin, why does she blurt out anything she thinks of?

Is this something for elderly ears?

"Ah hahaha..."

Wen Yaxin realized she had spoken too quickly and misspoken.

After all, she had made an agreement with Qin Chuan.

She let Qin Chuan have a touch, and Qin Chuan keeps her secret.

She certainly can't tell grandpa Jiang that Qin Chuan touched her.

If she did, her secret would not be kept by Qin Chuan.

Wen Yaxin quickly laughed awkwardly and said, "Men, they're all the same, all lustful."

"Cough cough..."

Grandpa Jiang blushed upon hearing this, thinking, what's with the sudden broadside?

Grandpa is a gentleman, alright.

After Wen Yaxin finished speaking, the three of them fell silent. The silence at this moment was quite deafening.

Qin Chuan didn't bother with them, tidied up his mood, and then got a clay pot to start alchemy.

Seeing the clay pot, he was somewhat unsure.

The best tool for alchemy is the Alchemy Furnace.

Moreover, not just any Alchemy Furnace.

According to the "Human Emperor Medical Canon," a true Alchemy Furnace should have an array inside.

And this clay pot is worlds apart from an Alchemy Furnace.

For a moment, Qin Chuan felt apprehensive.

Luckily, the Yang Gathering Pill is not a high-grade elixir; it's not too challenging to make.

Right now, he can only hope that this clay pot can withstand his Spiritual Power and doesn't explode midway.

Whew!

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, adjusting his state to the best.

Next, he placed the clay pot on a charcoal stove.

Tongde Hall still uses the ancient method.

Instead of using gas directly, they chose charcoal and firewood.

The medicinal decoction cooked this way is more effective.

When Qin Chuan did alchemy, he used charcoal fire, but besides regular charcoal, he needed to assist it with Spiritual Power.

He carefully poured the herbs into the clay pot and added some mountain spring water.

As the mountain spring water in the clay pot boiled, he placed his hands beside the charcoal stove and performed the "Nine Dragon Creation Skill."

Strands of invisible Spiritual Power drilled from his palms into the charcoal stove.

In an instant, the flame in the charcoal stove seemed stimulated and began to burn vigorously.

But, bizarrely, the color of the leaping flames was crimson.

Upon seeing this, Grandpa Jiang's eyes widened in astonishment.

Even Wen Yaxin, standing by, had a trace of surprise in her eyes, couldn't help but looking at Qin Chuan with newfound respect.

However, no one expected that in less than a minute, the clay pot on the charcoal stove suddenly exploded with a bang.

Fragments of the clay pot, like branding iron, mixed with boiling medicinal decoction, splattered out.

Qin Chuan frowned and quickly stood up, crazily performing the "Nine Dragon Creation Skill."

"Careful!"

Qin Chuan shielded Grandpa Jiang and Wen Yaxin, his arm vibrating heavily, blocking a piece of clay pot fragment aimed at Wen Yaxin's face.

The explosion was not small by any means.

The fragments smashed against the wall, able to penetrate several centimeters deep.

If such a fragment had hit Wen Yaxin's face, it would definitely disfigure her.

"Ah!"

Wen Yaxin screamed, instinctively closing her eyes.

But when she opened them again, Qin Chuan stood in front of her like a mountain.

As for that clay pot fragment, it was already turned to dust.

"Old Jiang, you better stand farther away, this might explode again."

After silently protecting the grandfather and granddaughter, Qin Chuan showed no sign of boasting, instead advising them to step back, fearing harm to the innocent.

Grandpa Jiang nodded and led the still slightly shaken Wen Yaxin behind the door, observing through the window.

At this point, hearing the commotion, the disciples of the medical hall hurried to the scene, but were all sent away by Grandpa Jiang, fearing they would disturb Qin Chuan's alchemy.

Whew!

Qin Chuan let out a breath, looked around at the clay pot fragments, then silently picked up another clay pot, weighing it in his hand.

Then he repeated the previous steps.

As a result, another one went with a bang, and another two went with two bangs, bang bang bang...

After blowing up five clay pots.

Qin Chuan also felt that he spoke too soon before, now somewhat embarrassed and flushed.

He looked back apologetically at Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang twitched at the corners of his eyes, stood far away, but still smiled, indicating Qin Chuan could proceed.

Qin Chuan chuckled bitterly, looked at the remaining herbs, and composed himself again.

Although he exploded five times, overall, he gained some experience.

The clay pot's material is too brittle, during the infusion of Spiritual Power, one must be extremely cautious.

A little more and it'll explode; a little less, and the pill won't form.

Like the heat, more by a bit doesn't work, less by a bit doesn't work either.

Qin Chuan focused his mind, summarized his previous five failures, and started alchemy for the sixth time.

This time, the duration was apparently longer.

A minute passed, it didn't explode.

Three minutes passed, it didn't explode.

Five minutes passed, still intact.

"There's hope!"

Half an hour passed, the clay pot was still intact, showing no signs of exploding.

Hiding behind the door, Grandpa Jiang's eyes brightened with immense anticipation.

Beside him, Wen Yaxin looked at Qin Chuan inside with a complex gaze.

There was anticipation, wishfulness, and a faint trace of gratitude.

But as both grandfather and granddaughter were full of anticipation, thinking Qin Chuan might finally succeed this time, the clay pot suddenly shattered again.

At this moment, their hopeful hearts finally sank.

"Sigh..."

Grandpa Jiang sighed heavily, feeling immense regret.

Wen Yaxin couldn't help shaking her head.

"Yaxin, don't mock Mr. Qin later, after all, Mr. Qin just shielded you from the clay pot fragments."

Grandpa Jiang solemnly reminded her, fearing Wen Yaxin might say something inappropriate that would hurt Qin Chuan's confidence.

"Got it, grandpa, I never intended to mock him, though he certainly does like to brag."

Wen Yaxin said lightly.

Not only would she not mock Qin Chuan, she even thought to give him some encouragement.

Soon, the grandfather and granddaughter opened the door and walked into the decoction room.

Seeing the ground covered in clay pot fragments, Grandpa Jiang couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

He wasn't pained by the clay pots, just felt that even a genius like Qin Chuan couldn't decipher the elixir recipe in the ancient texts.

It seemed unlikely anyone else could replicate it in this world.

It was undoubtedly a major loss to the realm of traditional medicine.

Grandpa Jiang shook his head dejectedly and stepped over to Qin Chuan, beginning to speak: "Mr. Qin, don't lose heart, perhaps..."

His words were cut short as his expression froze.

On the other side, Wen Yaxin also spoke to comfort: "Failure is the mother of success, if not this time, maybe next time."

She then smiled to encourage him: "I'm rooting for you, you can definitely do it. After you succeed, I'll treat you to a meal..."

At this point, her tone paused as she noticed her grandfather's expression.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Wen Yaxin instinctively asked.

Right now, Grandpa Jiang was wide-eyed, staring intently at the lone piece of broken clay fragment on the charcoal stove: "This..."

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