Chapter 69: The Mysterious Book (1/2)
Chapter 69: The Mysterious Book
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After settling in, the first thing Mo Wuji did was to take out the thin book that Shen Lian gave to him. The book felt as light as a feather as he held it in his hands.
As he flipped the book open, he discovered that the pages were made from a material unknown to him, each page was even thinner than expected. Due to the sheer thinness of the pages, Mo Wuji estimated that the book had at least over a hundred pages.
On the first page, he saw words smaller than ants squeezed together in countless lines. It read, “The way of the pill is the true way. To become a pill refiner one must first delve into the way of drugs…” This made Mo Wuji rather confused. Since the way of the pill is the true way, shouldn’t a pill refiner naturally explore the way of pills? What did the way of drugs have to do with this? The way of drugs was for drug refiners, and the way of pills was for pill refiners.
“... All spiritual and mortal ingredients under the heavens have their own separate paths. There are no two herbs with identical paths. If one goes down the path of drugs, the path of pills is to be expected. Once one moves from the path of drugs to the path of pills, even roadside grass can be refined into immortal pills…”
Mo Wuji sucked in a breath of cold air. This pill manual made such extravagant claims. According to it, even two identical stalks of medicinal herbs needed to be processed differently during pill refining. How difficult was that? On top of that, the manual claimed that if one really became a pill refiner through drug refining, he would be able to refine a stalk of Dog-tailed Grass into an immortal pill.
Something’s not right, didn’t Shen Lian say that this book was a wordless pill manual? He still hadn’t used any methods to process the book yet, so how could he read the words in it? At this point in time, he flipped the pages back to re-read the parts that he had read before. To his surprise, only blank pages remained. Rubbing his eyes, Mo Wuji wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.
This pill manual was very impressive. It must have been fate which brought it to him, but only to give him one chance to read it. Once he forgets the manual’s contents, he would never be able to recall or re-read them again. Realising this, Mo Wuji rushed to take out a set of paper and pen to copy down everything in the manual. Suddenly, a bright flash of fire affinity spiritual energy burst out of the wordless pill manual and enveloped the paper that he was taking notes on. The piece of paper burnt and turned to ashes instantly. Mo Wuji’s level of cultivation was too low, hence he could not see nor feel the fire affinity spiritual energy.
The pen Mo Wuji held fell to the floor with a clank. Things of the unknown often scared people the most.
From his perspective, even though he could cultivate here, possibly to the level of an immortal master, this could still be one of the mysteries of the universe presenting itself.
It was possible for technology to develop into a very advanced form, and similarly, other areas could also reach a level that one could never imagine. Thus he never felt that it was weird for someone to cultivate until the level of an immortal master, or to waltz through the sky freely after that. It would be like watching a trained professional sportsman who had physical prowess far beyond any normal person. However, the present situation before him had was something that was simply too freaky for him to accept. Without any movement or fire starters, the paper he was just writing on burst into flames. Could it be a message from the heavens? Were they telling him that the contents of the manual should remain a secret?
Regardless, Mo Wuji quickly calmed down, tossing these thoughts to the back of his mind. What mattered now was to focus on studying the manual, not some message or intent from anyone. His ultimate goal was becoming a top-notch pill refiner and treating Yan’Er’s injuries, so there was no point in sweating these small details and wasting time on them. Even though he did not understand the how his notes spontaneously immolated, he could slowly figure it out in the future.
“Pill refining chapter one, drug theory…” As Mo Wuji immersed himself in the pill manual, a day passed by without him noticing. It was only until night when the cover of darkness prevented him from reading any further. He finally rose from his seat and headed to the kitchen, where he prepared a meal for Yan’Er and himself. Only after feeding Yan’Er and ensuring that she had fallen asleep, did he start to cultivate, placing his studies on hold.