Chapter 7

Pfft!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the pharmacy burst out laughing.

Even if some people didn't recognize Master Zhuhexin, they could identify him as a low-rank Xuan-level Alchemist from the silver badge hanging on his chest.

Xuan-level!

For ordinary people, this was an incredibly prestigious identity, comparable to a minister of the imperial court, or even more prestigious than the lord of a city. But now, this master was showing such a comical expression, how could anyone not be surprised?

And the one who caused all this was just a young man.

How could this be!

Many people were driven mad; this was a fact they couldn't accept even if their heads were broken.

Zhu Dajun was even more horrified. Master Zhu was a big shot in the Tianyao Pavilion's branch in the Rain Kingdom. Such an existence was something he could never personally meet, and he could only hear about his deeds.

Therefore, seeing Master Zhu in this state, how could he not be shocked?

Could it be that this young man wasn't here to cause trouble, and the herbs he mentioned were real?

Ling Han sniffed and said, "You're quite clever, improving the formula for the 'Windfire Pill' by using the Purple-backed Bear Gallbladder, Thousand Silk Vine, and Black Rock Powder to replace the more precious ingredients. This way, the efficacy won't be much different, but the cost will be greatly reduced."

Zhuhexin suddenly turned around, looking at Ling Han with an incredibly shocked gaze, and blurted out, "How did you know?" This was his secret, which he planned to reveal only after his success, to shock a few old friends and rivals.

Ling Han smiled and said, "Of course, I smelled it with my nose."

Are you a monster? Just by smelling it, you know? You should know that alchemy formulas are incredibly precious, and no alchemist would easily show them to others, just like martial arts techniques.

The problem was, Zhuhexin himself hadn't completely researched the improved formula, but Ling Han analyzed it just by smelling it, which made Zhuhexin extremely shocked.

"Your improvement isn't wrong, but the Copper Valley Sand is too fierce and has a high melting point. Even if ground very finely, it will still remain in the finished pill, affecting its quality... Try using the teeth of a Flame Leopard instead of Copper Valley Sand," Ling Han suggested. In the past, he had casually guided some people, and they all later became alchemy masters.

Zhuhexin immediately calculated in his mind, muttering, "The Flame Leopard is fire-attribute, which perfectly neutralizes the yin nature of the Black Rock Powder, and it will dissolve and evaporate at high temperatures, not remaining in the pill."

"Wonderful, truly wonderful! Why didn't I think of that?"

The old man stared wide-eyed, his gaze burning with enthusiasm as he looked at Ling Han. He immediately said, "Young friend, please come upstairs for a chat, let me treat you properly." The treatment was a pretense; he wanted to extract more formulas from Ling Han.

—In his mind, Ling Han must be the heir of some alchemy family.

Ling Han smiled and said, "No!"

"Why not?" Zhuhexin was anxious. This young man might be a walking alchemy formula encyclopedia!

"Someone told me to get out," Ling Han deliberately said, glancing at Zhu Dajun.

Pfft, Zhu Dajun fell to the ground, truly at a loss for words.

How could he have thought that Zhuhexin would treat Ling Han like this? If he had known, he would have treated Ling Han like a grand patriarch. Now, what could he do? His face turned grim.

The others in the store saw this and shook their heads. If Zhu Dajun had been a bit more polite and less aggressive, he wouldn't be in this predicament now.

He brought this upon himself!

Zhuhexin immediately turned his head, his old face turning stern, revealing a terrifying anger.

How could he not be angry?

As an alchemist, his lifelong pursuit was to improve his alchemy skills and obtain more formulas. Now, there was clearly an "alchemy formula encyclopedia," but you actually told the other person to get out? Do you have a grudge against me?

"You scoundrel!" he roared, "What's going on, tell me!"

Ma Dajun wanted to die, but under Zhuhexin's questioning, he dared not remain silent. He stammered and recounted what had happened, not distorting the facts, but naturally not repeating his insults to Ling Han. He wasn't that stupid.

"You have such great arrogance!" Zhuhexin immediately slapped him, making Ma Dajun spin three times before stopping, completely dazed. "Just because you haven't heard of something, you think it doesn't exist? There are many herbs you haven't heard of, should you uproot them all?"

"Let me tell you, these five herbs do indeed exist!"

"The Purple Lotus Grass can be found in the Sandalwood Valley, the Cobalt Blue Fruit in a valley in the Hundred Lotus Mountains, the Centennial Red Bamboo grows in the Extreme Yang land, the Red Leaf Sweet Potato under volcanic ash, and the Rotten Leaf Dead Tree Root is rare, found only in tree roots that have rotted for over a hundred years."

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Ma Dajun hurriedly apologized, repeatedly slapping himself. "It was my fault to be so arrogant, it was my lowly eyes that looked down on others!"

Zhuhexin looked at Ling Han again and said, "Young friend, I'm truly sorry, truly sorry."

He suddenly paused, remembering a formula his master had mentioned when he was still a disciple. It was a potion to repair spirit roots, which included some of the herbs Ling Han wanted to buy.

His master had once remarked that although this formula didn't need to be refined into a pill, its effects were extraordinary. Unfortunately, due to the long passage of time, only the names of the main herbs were known, but the specific preparation method had been lost.

This left a deep impression on him, and he suddenly recalled it.

Could it be, could it be that Ling Han was buying these herbs to prepare the Yuanxin Fuling Powder?

The old man's heart pounded wildly. If he could obtain this formula, he could burn it as an offering to his deceased master, who would surely rest in peace.

"Young friend, are you buying these materials to prepare—"

"Yuanxin Fuling Powder," Ling Han nodded, not hiding it. "My spirit root is slightly injured."

Pfft!

Ma Dajun immediately burst out laughing. A damaged spirit root was a fatal injury for a martial artist, and as far as he knew, it was incurable! But from Ling Han's tone, it seemed like a trivial matter.

Liu Yutong's beautiful eyes sparkled. She was a noble lady of the Liu family, not an alchemist herself, but she knew many high-level pills, such as the "Moon Eternal Pill," which could treat spirit roots.

The problem was, the Moon Eternal Pill was incredibly precious. Even the Liu family would have to pay a huge price to obtain one, and they might not even be able to buy it.

Ling Han, Ling Han, how many secrets do you hide?

She became more and more curious about Ling Han. Even if Ling Han said he didn't want her as a follower, her curiosity would keep her around.

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