Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Chapter 140 Medicinal Cooking Method

A warm sun slowly rose from the horizon, its golden rays dispelling the black smoke on the cliff top, and a glimmer of golden light on a fingertip shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Great, my idea was right." Jiang Yueming sat half-on-the-ground, watching the golden light shimmer at her fingertips, her face beaming with joy.

Now, not a single piece of his clothing is intact, and his right upper arm is covered in glaring, blurred bloodstains. The silver dagger beside him is also stained with blood, and it looks like it's in great pain.

But what do these things matter compared to being able to verify his ideas?

Pills, or rather the medicinal effects of pills, can be produced through the alchemy process even without the alchemist's expertise.

The "Medicine Kitchen Method" is a term that did not originally exist in the world; he named it himself.

Ultimately, elixirs are made by condensing medicinal power from herbs and then transmitting that power through pills to the body's meridians and even the internal organs, where they take effect.

The ability to extract the medicinal power of herbs and condense elixirs is something that ordinary people do not possess.

These two things can only be accomplished by a professional alchemist using superhuman spiritual power.

but!

From now on, Jiang Yueming has broken the original process. Take the millet porridge he cooks, for example. Porridge itself is easier to digest than pills. If it can be combined with the power of herbs, its effects will definitely surpass those of the corresponding pills.

Following the laws of nature makes it easier to stay healthy. Solids are generally not as easily digested as liquids, so the method of cooking with medicine is naturally better than the method of alchemy.

It may not be as convenient as elixirs, but at least it is more accessible and easier to popularize.

Alchemy may not be something everyone can do, but cooking is something everyone can do.

As long as the previous monopoly of elixirs can be broken, even if the medicine kitchen method is not as convenient as the alchemy method, it will still benefit the people.

Moreover, after eight fryings, Jiang Yueming was surprised to discover that her left index finger had a magical function: it would emit golden light as long as the food in the medicine kitchen met the standards.

This makes it extremely convenient to record the methods of preparing medicinal food.

"Jiang Yiyu, you lost."

Jiang Yueming stood up, casually picked up a piece of broken pot shard, from which a pool of clear red rice porridge was steaming. He said, "This rice porridge is much more effective at healing wounds than that pill in your hand."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yiyu's face stiffened slightly upon hearing this, then his smile gradually twisted as he said, "Hahaha, Jiang Yueming, Jiang Yueming, how could you be so brainless?"

"Leaving aside the fact that you can't retain much of the medicinal power without the aid of a pill-making cauldron, even in your current soul state, you can't even condense a pill. So what makes you think your lousy porridge is more effective than mine?"

"Exactly! Based on my forty-plus years of experience, I guarantee your porridge is absolutely rotten!"

Xie Chengkun, standing to the side, flattered him with a fawning expression.

Along with him, a group of bandit henchmen joined in the commotion.

"Has this kid gone mad? Can porridge compare to elixirs?"

"Exactly, this person must be out of their mind. If it were comparable to the effects of elixirs, then all alchemists would have disappeared long ago."

"....."

Faced with these rumors, Jiang Yueming made no attempt to refute them. Instead, she raised her blood-stained right arm and said, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yueming drank the hot porridge on the pot in one gulp.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, the wound on his previously bloodstained right arm quickly healed, and in an instant, his entire right arm became smooth and flat, as if the wound left by the dagger had never existed.

"Alright, Jiang Yiyu, as an alchemist, you should be able to tell how effective this porridge is, right?"

At this moment, Jiang Yiyu's face was completely blank, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he murmured, "This...how is this possible?"

To be honest, he was dumbfounded by Jiang Yueming's act of testing the drug on himself.

He had refined the Blood Spirit Pill countless times, and he knew its effects perfectly well. He knew perfectly well which was better, the Blood Spirit Pill or this porridge.

But he didn’t want to admit that the porridge Jiang Yueming made was more effective than the Blood Spirit Pill, because if word got out, where would he put his face as an alchemist?

"Jiang Yueming, I'm going to kill you!"

Jiang Yiyu's expression suddenly changed drastically. He stomped his foot and rushed out, his left hand forming a fist as he attacked Jiang Yueming.

Since we can't afford to lose face, the only option is to kill him.

As for how to explain this to the three families, just make the entire Men's Gang a scapegoat!

His speed at the fourth level of the Ancient Realm far surpassed Jiang Yueming's. Jiang Yueming had no time to react before his fist reached the tip of her nose, and the powerful force of the punch made her face sting.

However, the fist only stopped at the tip of the nose and did not make any further moves.

"Hmph, Jiang Yueming, you're lucky you're alive. Let's go!"

At the critical moment, Jiang Yiyu suddenly withdrew his killing move for some unknown reason, then turned around and led the men away from the cliff top.

"Uh..." Jiang Yueming watched them leave, but her brows furrowed.

At this moment, Jiang Yiyu had no reason to stop, but why did he stop?

If he suddenly remembered my importance to the three families, the killing intent emanating from his punch would have been enough to kill me.

"strangeness?"

Here, wipe it off.

A delicate, fair hand gently held an embroidered handkerchief and offered it to Jiang Yueming. Jiang Yueming's thoughts were interrupted. She looked up and met Yang Shuo's serene face, then casually accepted the handkerchief, saying, "Thank you."

"Hmm," Yang Shuo responded softly, her beautiful eyes scanning Jiang Yueming's entire body again before looking away after confirming there were no wounds.

Jiang Yueming used the scarf Yang Shuo gave her to tidy her appearance and changed her clothes: "By the way, Doctor Yang, I have something for you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuo's gaze shifted slightly, and her eyes fell upon the exposed upper body of a muscular man, his face as calm and colorless as still water.

"Here, this is for you." Jiang Yueming took out a white bamboo hat from his storage ring and handed it to Yang Shuo, saying, "It fell off your head when you jumped off the cliff. I just put it in my storage ring without thinking."

Yang Shuo's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the bamboo hat. She took it with her delicate hand and put it back on her head. Her elegant voice emanated from beneath the thin veil: "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

The moment she jumped off the cliff, her first instinct was to protect the bell at her waist; she didn't care about anything else.

Compared to the bamboo hat, this bell is infinitely more important, after all, it was specially left for her by Young Master Xiao, and she absolutely cannot lose it.

"Oh, here's this for you too. It contains detailed instructions on how to prepare the Blood Elixir through cooking. I think Dr. Yang will need it sometime while he travels around practicing medicine." Jiang Yueming handed the prepared note to Yang Shuomou, a smug smile on his face.

"To concoct elixirs using... culinary skills?"

Yang Shuo took the note, opened it, and said calmly, "The recipe for Blood Spirit Pill is as follows: three ounces of millet, one Blood Essence Flower, and one Qi Condensation Grass. Put the two in an equal ratio of two to one and burn them in a blazing fire for half an hour to extract their medicinal power to the fullest extent. Then, simmer them with millet to achieve a clear blood-red color."

As Yang Shuo read, her fingertips trembled and she noticed there was another sheet. She read it again: "Recipe for Blood Spirit Pill: Ingredients: three ounces of millet, one blood flower, two bundles of wisteria root, three gold and silver leaves, and one Qingxin lotus seed."

"Blood flower, wisteria root, and honeysuckle leaves in equal parts (331 each) are burned in a strong fire for half an hour to extract the medicinal properties until fragrant. Then, they are simmered with millet to give the mixture a light blood-red color."

This was the result of Jiang Yueming's hard work all night. He not only tried high-level pill formulas but also low-level pill formulas. By doing both, he completely monopolized the cheap method of making second-grade spirit blood pills.

This method can be made even by ordinary people. Once it is spread, at least in this field, common people will no longer need to beg those high and mighty alchemists.

"Young Master Jiang, have you considered that once this method spreads, it will cause a huge uproar throughout the entire Imperial State?"

Yang Shuo suddenly understood why Jiang Yueming had given her the prescription: she wanted to use her to make the prescription public, since she was going to travel all over the country to practice medicine.

"I've thought about it," Jiang Yueming shrugged and chuckled.

Yang Shuo lowered her eyes, her two fingers tightly gripping the two prescriptions, and said, "If you do this, you'll offend them. Their power... is very strong!"

"You will become the target of everyone's criticism. What does Young Master Jiang plan to do then?"