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Chapter 138 Blood Spirit Pill Takes Shape
"Young Master Jiang? Young Master Jiang?"
Yang Shuo, standing to the side, noticed that Jiang Yueming's hand movements had stopped, and she whispered with her lips slightly parted.
Hearing the voice beside her, Jiang Yueming's eyes gradually gathered light as she withdrew from her soul consciousness state.
"Oh, you called me?"
When he came to his senses, the first thing he did was to respond to Yang Shuo and continue boiling his water.
"Young Master Jiang, perhaps you should take a look over there," Yang Shuo extended a long, slender finger bone, gesturing in a direction to Jiang Yueming.
Jiang Yueming looked up and followed her fingertip. In his eyes, he saw a golden-red cauldron, and a figure refining the essence of various herbs with both hands. Strands of starlight shone brightly under the moonlight.
Clearly, Jiang Yiyu's speed in refining pills is much faster than Jiang Yueming's.
He was just one step away from completing the final step of integrating the medicinal power into the cauldron to condense the pill.
In contrast, Jiang Yueming was still boiling water, seemingly unafraid of Jiang Yiyu winning, or rather, his calm demeanor made one mistakenly believe that the victor had already emerged.
"Hmm, a professional alchemist is indeed different," Jiang Yueming praised slightly, then lowered his head to continue stirring the boiling water in the pot.
He seemed completely unconcerned about whether Jiang Yiyu would achieve the Golden Core stage; anyone else would probably be frantic with worry by now.
Fortunately, Yang Shuo was rather aloof and simply watched Jiang Yueming's every move, pondering how he should deal with Jiang Yiyu.
Before, when he was at the bottom of the cliff, his thoughts and actions seemed like those of a smart person, but now he seems like a completely different person.
Not only do they want to compete with professional alchemists in alchemy, but they're also leisurely boiling water here.
Could he be hiding some extremely powerful trump card?
As this thought flashed through Yang Shuo's mind, her pale red eyes suddenly caught sight of Jiang Yueming taking out a bag of rice from his storage ring, and her jade-like face froze for a moment.
So this guy never intended to make medicine in the first place?
He boiled water before so that it would be easier to cook rice. Was he hungry? Even so, is it appropriate to cook rice in this situation?
Not only Yang Shuo was puzzled, but even Jiang Yiyu, who was preparing to condense his core, noticed Jiang Yueming's strange behavior.
"Jiang Yueming, if you admit defeat now, it's not too late. I can let this go."
Jiang Yiyu looked at Jiang Yueming with the same expression he had when watching a clown perform a grand show, a smug smile curving his lips.
He had already told Jiang Yueming that he was just a lowly worm, and that there were no poor teenagers who could defy fate.
It's very obvious in the two of them. One comes from a privileged background and can get the best resources, smoothly entering the circle of alchemists. With this status, who would dare to disrespect him?
The other one came from a humble background and probably hadn't even seen a pharmacist making pills more than a few times, let alone know how to make them.
The crawlers at the bottom are still crawlers, and the powerful and wealthy at the top are still powerful and wealthy. If it were that easy to break down the class barriers between the upper and lower classes.
Then Jiang Yueming wouldn't be used as a pawn by the family head today—no, to be precise, he wouldn't be used as a pawn by the three families!
"Jiang Yue..."
"You're the one who should admit defeat," Jiang Yueming interrupted Jiang Yiyu, and began to take out medicinal herbs from her storage ring. A bright red flower dripping with blood and a green grass sprout appeared, and the moment the two herbs appeared, a rich medicinal power wafted out.
As an alchemist, Jiang Yiyu's soul perception was naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, and he noticed almost immediately that the two herbs in Jiang Yueming's hand were unusual.
Even more importantly, he couldn't recognize what these two medicinal herbs were!
He had been exposed to all kinds of herbs since he was a child, but he still couldn't tell what the two herbs in Jiang Yueming's hand were.
Moreover, judging from Jiang Yueming's appearance, he seemed to be preparing to cook medicinal porridge rather than refining pills.
Ha, he doesn't even have a pill-making cauldron. What other way is there besides using this most primitive method?
Jiang Yiyu snorted coldly in his heart, then concentrated his mind to prepare to condense the core.
He's definitely going to win!
Extracting medicinal power from herbs using primitive methods will inevitably result in a significant loss of medicinal properties. Furthermore, without the aid of a cauldron, how can one condense a pill?
If you can't even condense a pill, how can simply boiling a pot of broken medicinal porridge compare to a concentrated and formed pill?
Jiang Yueming was well aware of this, but the medicinal materials he used to refine the Blood Spirit Pill were of much higher grade than those used by Jiang Yiyu, and their medicinal essence was definitely superior to Jiang Yiyu's.
However, not everyone can master the art of alchemy, which requires extremely high levels of soul power, which is why there are very few alchemists in the world.
However, if the art of alchemy could be restored to its original simplicity, perhaps everyone could become an alchemist. At that time, no one would be humiliated for seeking elixirs, nor would anyone be wary of an alchemist because of their status.
"Alright, the historic moment is about to begin." Jiang Yueming looked at the nine porcelain bowls filled with hot porridge in front of him, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and a ball of red flame appeared out of thin air as he reached out his palm.
"This...this is Soul Flame?" Yang Shuo's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of emotion flickering across her usually calm face as she asked.
Jiang Yueming looked down at the churning flames in his palm and casually said, "So this is the Soul Flame? I thought it would be much more difficult."
When Professor Fu Dongliu taught alchemy, he introduced it to Soul Flame, a kind of soul flame that only alchemists can summon. Only with this flame can one fully perceive the fusion of medicinal power within the cauldron and control the timing of pill condensation at the right moment.
Ordinary flames can also be used, but the effect is often very poor.
"It seems that Young Master Jiang is indeed a born alchemist," Yang Shuo said calmly, looking at the red flame in his hand.
"A born...alchemist?"
"Yes, generally only those with an extremely strong soul foundation can become alchemists, and summoning soul flames is the first step to becoming an alchemist, but the mysteries involved may stop many aspiring alchemists at this point."
Yang Shuo opened her small mouth slightly and explained to Jiang Yueming word by word, not even noticing that she was talking more than before.
"The fact that you summoned the Soul Flame on your very first attempt demonstrates that your alchemy lineage possesses a talent that is unmatched by others."
Jiang Yueming nodded upon hearing this, then suddenly asked, "Doctor Yang, you seem to know a lot about alchemists. Could it be that you are also an alchemist?"
"No, I am not," Yang Shuo said, her pale red eyes dimming imperceptibly, her tone cold and deep.
Jiang Yueming seemed to notice that something was wrong with Yang Shuo, and didn't press further: "Then, if I summon my soul flame, how confident do you think I am in winning...?"
"Zero points," Yang Shuo said calmly, her lips slightly parted, before Jiang Yueming could even finish speaking.
"Uh..." Jiang Yueming was speechless.
"You actually summoned Soul Flame?"
Jiang Yiyu, who was in the distance, suddenly saw the fire in Jiang Yueming's palm. His face was shocked, and the sudden fluctuation in his emotions almost made him explode.
"Never mind, if you have Soul Flame, then so be it."
Jiang Yiyu's eyes gleamed, his expression solemn. Strands of spiritual energy surged wildly into the crimson cauldron before him, and the cauldron itself instantly flashed with spiritual light, faintly emitting a few wisps of delicate medicinal fragrance.
"Blood Spirit Pill! Condense it for me!"
boom!
As Jiang Yiyu's shout fell, the Crimson Cauldron, like a boiling steamer, unleashed a torrent of red vapor, and a round, red medicinal pill rose into the air, its pure medicinal power nourishing the heart and lungs.
"Jiang Yueming, just admit defeat!"