Chapter 60

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"What kind of pill?" Qin Shuang asked.

"I don't know yet..." Bu Zheng replied casually.

"..., what? You don't know yet?" Qin Shuang was taken aback, asking with great confusion.

"Yes, I haven't even refined it, how would I know what kind of pill it is?" Bu Zheng nodded, speaking so naturally as if it were a given.

"You can know what you're refining even if you haven't refined it yet. Do you mean to say you don't even know what you're refining?" Qin Shuang was speechless. Could it be that he was experimenting with refining pills? This wasn't something someone his age would do; it was usually done by accomplished alchemists.

At Bu Zheng's age, it would be impressive if he could learn to refine existing pills. He couldn't possibly say he already knew how to refine everything, could he? If so, he would be a treasure.

"Yes, I don't know. I'm just experimenting, and I don't even know if it will succeed," Bu Zheng replied.

"I'm asking you, how many pills can you refine?"

"Many, like Qi Refining Pills, Golden Wound Pills, Detoxifying Pills..." Bu Zheng wanted to list all the pills he could refine, but Qin Shuang didn't let him continue because she already understood. The pills Bu Zheng mentioned were all basic ones, suitable for beginners.

By starting with these and mentioning so many basic pills, it indicated that apart from refining basic pills, he couldn't refine anything else, or if he could, it would only be one or two.

Such an achievement was merely the entry level of alchemy. For him to try refining new formulas on his own was nothing but overreaching.

"Alright, I understand. Now, how many times have you experimented, and how many were successful?" Qin Shuang asked again, no longer believing in Bu Zheng's alchemy skills. Those might just be coincidences, the luck of a beginner.

In any field, the luck of a beginner always exists. Some things that even masters marvel at come from the luck of beginners. But a beginner is just a beginner, and that luck is all they have. Once it's gone, they're nothing. Such people are very common.

"I've experimented many times, probably hundreds. A few were successful, like the Great Power Pill and the One-Step Death Pill..." Bu Zheng replied, a bit proudly, as these were things he had developed himself.

"Alright, I understand. You should go rest; you must be tired." Hearing the unimpressive names, she lost interest. Moreover, she thought that only a few successes out of hundreds of attempts was a very low success rate, and the effects of the pills were likely not good. This was her preconceived notion.

In fact, in alchemy, a few successes out of hundreds of attempts is indeed very low, but the data comes from those at the top who have already figured out the direction of their experiments. Bu Zheng's situation was completely different.

Bu Zheng originally knew nothing and spent many attempts just to understand the properties of the ingredients. Most of his attempts were spent on this. Of course, some of his few successes were due to beginner's luck, but to achieve this level at his stage was already quite remarkable.

Qin Shuang thought this way, and Bu Zheng didn't care. He might not even know what Qin Shuang was thinking, but even if he did, he would find it normal. He didn't think his alchemy skills were better than others; he just thought he could refine some pills to sell.

"Oh, then I'll go cook. I'm hungry," Bu Zheng said, then left Qin Shuang's room and headed to the kitchen.

Bu Zheng wasn't making an excuse; he was really hungry. It had been so long since he had eaten, and he had walked so far, even sprinting for a long distance at the end.

"Little Junior Brother, you're out. We were betting on when you would come out. Come on, Zhao Zhiyin, give me ten taels," Qi Tian's somewhat lecherous voice reached Bu Zheng's ears, followed by Zhao Zhiyin's indignant voice.

"Bu Zheng, you really let us down. I had such high hopes for you!"

"?? What?" Bu Zheng was very confused. What did they have high hopes for, and what were they betting on?

"He was betting that you would have a candlelit night talk with Junior Sister Qin Shuang and spend the night together..." Qi Tian answered.

"Night together? It's not even spring." Bu Zheng replied.

"..."

"Zhao Zhiyin, don't corrupt the little junior brother!" Qi Tian said to Zhao Zhiyin.

"Damn, you said it yourself. Given your slander, I demand ten taels as compensation for mental distress." Zhao Zhiyin took advantage of the situation.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the ten taels you won from me just now, I now demand as compensation, so it's even!"

"Damn, can you be any more shameless?"

"Shameless? Look at my mouth full of white teeth, look..."

"..."

Bu Zheng bid farewell to the two, but they didn't pay attention to his actions. Bu Zheng left first and went to the kitchen to prepare a snake meat feast, taking out pieces of snake meat and cooking a grand snake meat meal.

He made grilled snake meat and snake meat soup, but the quantity was a bit larger. Large pieces of snake meat were very convenient to grill, and Bu Zheng started eating as he grilled, as he was really hungry.

This snake meat feast wasn't prepared for others. These were all monster meats, which Bu Zheng had shamelessly brought for himself. If others wanted to eat, they would have to bring their own ingredients.

As for why he made so much, enough for everyone here, it was because Bu Zheng wanted to eat. He had recently discovered that eating monster meat could increase his internal energy. The more he ate, the faster it increased. At the same time, for some reason, he could keep eating without ever feeling full.

Eating monster meat increases internal energy, and this is true for everyone because monster meat contains spiritual energy. However, the increase in power from eating monster meat is generally not as fast as meditating and absorbing spiritual energy to convert it into internal energy.

Bu Zheng seemed a bit different. His growth rate seemed faster than his cultivation rate, meaning he absorbed more than others. The higher the level of the monster meat, the more noticeable this was. He could keep eating and feel full, but not to the point of being overly full.

In short, if the conditions allowed, he could keep eating monster meat to increase his power. Of course, this was impossible, as there wasn't that much monster meat!

Regarding this, Bu Zheng didn't think much of it. First, he was already a big eater, and now, with cultivation needs, he ate even more. Second, he didn't know how much others' internal energy increased from eating monster meat; he only knew that everyone increased in the same way.

Because eating monster meat increased his power, Bu Zheng tried to cut the meat from the Ironhead Snake. Even if he cut the whole thing, he wouldn't feel satisfied. Of course, even if he didn't get it, he wouldn't feel like he was missing anything.