Chapter 749 – Blood Coral (1/2)

Chapter 749 – Blood Coral

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Tang Seventeenth Master was naturally speaking of the Cinnabar Pill.

The other people in the room were somewhat confused. The Cinnabar Pill could save the dying and regrow bones, could cure injuries no matter how severe, so it was naturally the equivalent of one life. Why had the Tang Seventeenth Master said that it was two lives? If it was because many people had died for something as important as the Cinnabar Pill, then he should have said that it was worth the lives of many people.

”This pill can save one person's life, and in order to obtain this pill, my Tang clan also had to exchange a life for it.”

The Seventeenth Master thought of that corpse that had already been burned into ashes and his face grew even gloomier.

The deceased had been an insider that the Tang clan had raised up in the Great Zhou Army for many years and had enormous potential. At the time, he had already become a rather well-known deputy general of the Black Mountain Army headquarters. If the Tang clan continued to help him develop, there was even a chance he could become a Divine General in a few decades, but now he had died for the sake of this pill.

It had already been a whole nine months since the Tang clan had taken the power to distribute the Cinnabar Pill from the Hall of Illustrious Persons, and the Tang clan had found it impossible to further suppress their natural greed. They wanted to obtain even greater profits from this pill and wished to clarify the composition of the pill. In order to hide this plan from the enigmatic supplier, they had acted with the utmost of caution.

After extremely careful calculations, the Tang clan had determined that the deputy general had the right to receive a Cinnabar Pill, so they had him suffer severe injuries on the battlefield.

Just as expected, one of the Cinnabar Pills allotted to the Black Mountain Army headquarters was given to the deputy general. According to the rules, the pill was sent to the deputy general without delay. Under the watch of many people, he took the pill, and yet…he was unable to survive, because his luck was truly awful.

The instant the Cinnabar Pill entered his throat, he died.

Many people who saw this felt a great pity. The minority pitied the deputy general's luck, but the vast majority pitied the fact that since the deputy general had died, a Cinnabar Pill had been wasted. Everyone knew that the Cinnabar Pill would melt upon contact with water, losing all of its potency. Now that it had entered the deputy general's stomach, it would be impossible to recover.

It was precisely because they were so sure of this point that everyone present ruefully sighed, even cursed, but thought little else.

Only the Wenshui Tangs knew that the deputy general's body had long been implanted with that bag made from mysterious materials. Moreover, whether or not that deputy general was willing to die after taking the Cinnabar Pill, his death was assured. This was because two old Guardians of the Tang clan had been standing at his bedside, watching him.

The deputy general was buried according to the customs of his home county, but on the very night of his burial, the new grave was excavated.

Today, his corpse had delivered the Cinnabar Pill to the Mount Song Army headquarters before the eyes of the Tang Seventeenth Master.

The Tang Seventeenth Master spoke no more, but everyone else could feel his mood, and their faces turned grave.

The Guardian from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets took out a silver spoon and pulverized the dark red pill in a porcelain dish. After slowly grinding it into powder, he divided it into five portions.

Each master doctor took a portion and then began using the techniques, skills, and oddly-shaped tools that they would normally never show in front of others to begin their research.

Grinding up the medicine and determining its ingredients was a required course of action in trying to reproduce the recipe. It was extremely monotonous and thus seemed extremely time-consuming.

The Seventeenth Master remained in the secret room the entire time, not even taking one step out.

After some time, red light seeped in from the western air vent. It was already dusk. The task was finally completed, and the doctors raised their heads, either dripping herbal water into their bloodshot eyes or constantly rubbing their necks and relaxing their aching bodies.

But this seemingly relaxed and calm environment was still tinged with an air of tension. From beginning to end, nobody had spoken.