324 Medicine Sage’s Impartation (1/2)

Mo Wen was not completely ignorant about alchemy. He knew at least a little about it. After following his alchemy master in the Divine Sect Pill for a few years, he dared to say that the alchemy techniques of an average immortal cultivator would not be able to match up to his.

Yet now, he had experienced failure after failure. He had no other plans by this time, and everything had failed. It was clearly a very simple alchemy art with a simple and clear process, so why was he continuously failing? An uncomprehending look flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. He stopped practicing his alchemy techniques and stopped to think for a bit.

Who knew that the moment Mo Wen stopped, the old man in white robes would continue to light the fire to the stove? He was like a robot as he continued to concoct the pills repeatedly and expressionlessly.

A bright look appeared in Mo Wen's eyes, and his entire being became immersed in what the old man was doing. Mo Wen observed the old man's alchemy techniques in detail, committing every single thing to memory, down to the meaning of the actions.

After one hour, the old man stopped, and Mo Wen began to concoct the pills by himself once again. The result was still the same. He had failed once again. He had clearly remembered every small detail, so why was he still failing constantly?

Mo Wen began to feel more and more baffled. At the same time, the more he did not know the answer, the more stubborn he got, and the more he immersed himself in learning alchemy.

The old man in white robes seemed to be a puppet. He repetitively taught Mo Wen how to concoct the pills and did not even show any signs of fatigue. It seemed as though he passed the time by performing alchemy. Time after time, Mo Wen repeated the process but the result was the same.

Time was like water that flowed through the cracks of his fingers. In this space that had no concept of time, Mo Wen did not know how much time had passed. It could have been a day, or already a year. In any case, based on his perception, a very long time had passed.

Even with Mo Wen's disposition, he was getting a little discouraged and had wanted to give up a couple of times. However, his refusal to give up caused him to try again and again. He was boiling internally and was determined to concoct a whole pot of pills.

After an unknown period of time, the old man in white robes suddenly stopped teaching. Just as Mo Wen had thought he could not persevere any longer and was prepared to give up, a sound rang out that almost made Mo Wen vomit blood.

”Your perseverance is admirable. You have passed the first round of the test.” There was not a hint of emotion in the old man's voice. Just as before, he was like a puppet and simply announced the result passively.

Upon hearing that, Mo Wen almost puked out a whole mouthful of blood. F*ck, you cheated me! With his intelligence, how could he not understand what this meant?! In fact, the old man in white robes was not teaching him alchemy. Rather, it was a perseverance test. Everything had been for naught. No matter how hard Mo Wen tried, it was impossible to concoct any pills. That was because this old man did not even think of letting him succeed and purposely led him to failure time and again.

Mo Wen felt the urge to curse. It was just an inheritance, but it had taken such a toll on him!

The old man in white robes did not care about anything else as he said, ”The second round is a test of talent. If you pass, you will be able to attain the inheritance.” He did not have any spiritual knowledge, so naturally, he did not care about Mo Wen's feelings. With a wave of his arm, a bright light shined all around and formed a huge circle. Then, stalk after stalk of medicinal herbs began to appear in the surroundings. There were tens of millions of all kinds of medicinal herbs present.

It was difficult to keep count of the medicinal herbs that were surrounding Mo Wen and spreading all over the floor. It made him muddle-headed. Many of the medicinal herbs were very treasured spiritual medicines. Any random stalk was very valuable. Presently, they were actually appearing in piles before his eyes.

However, he also knew that these spiritual medicines and herbs were fake and did not exist in reality. Since the owner of the Primordial Soul Pearl was able to create such an illusion, it would naturally be an easy feat to create a few stalks of spiritual medicine as part of the illusion.

In the subsequent process, the old man was basically teaching alchemy. Mo Wen was completely engrossed in learning. The two of them were concocting so much that there was no sense of time, and there was no way of knowing just how much time had passed.

The only change was that the spiritual medicines and herbs around them were gradually decreasing. When they had all disappeared, they all re-appeared once again. It was endless. Even Mo Wen had forgotten how many batches had been renewed. He was simply following the old man and repeatedly learning the alchemy techniques.

Mo wen already had some background in alchemy. It was not all that difficult when he started learning from the basics. Moreover, there was no longer the situation where he failed continuously. Normally, for the easier alchemy techniques, he would succeed every three to five times. Those with a higher difficulty level would require repeated practices of at most a dozen times, and then he would learn the skill.

He was very interested in alchemy. At the same time, he was very confident in his alchemy techniques. After all, the Divine Pill Sect was a world-renowned Immortal Cultivation Sect for alchemy. Hence, it was only natural for its alchemy techniques to be second to none.

However, only after following the old man's process of alchemy did he know the true meaning of being extensive and profound. In comparison to the old man in white robes, his previous knowledge of alchemy was just a drop in a huge ocean.

Mo Wen's talent in alchemy was exceptional. Back then, he had constantly been praised by his master in the Divine Pill Sect. However, it was a pity that he was unable to cultivate, so it was difficult for him to achieve anything big.