C18 (2/2)
On the fifth day, Teng Yan memorized the appearance, attributes, and effects of all the spiritual herbs …
On the eighth day, Teng Yan recorded all the factors that needed to be paid attention to, as well as the ingredients needed to concoct each type of high level pill.
On the twelfth day, Teng Yan learned about the cultivation of soul force through the elder's explanation of spiritual force.
”Brat, you...” Looking at Teng Yan, the old man trembled in fear. He could clearly feel that although the young man in front of him had only just grasped the control of Mental Energy, that enormous aura was not something that a beginner should have.
”What's wrong? Is there a problem? ” Teng Yan looked at the surprised old man.
”You really haven't cultivated spiritual power before?”
”Nothing,” Teng Yan said weakly.
”How is this possible? ”Could it be …” The old man was still doubtful. He did not know that Teng Yan was not training Mental Energy, but rather a higher level soul force. In addition, Teng Yan was originally a soul transcender, hence he possessed a formidable soul force. This was the reason for the current situation. The old man felt joy and worry in his heart as he looked at the purple flame controlled by Teng Yan. He felt even more helpless …
”What a pity, what a pity …” The old man sighed helplessly.
”Hey, geezer, can you not be so shocked?” Hurry up and teach me how to forge pills if there's nothing else... ” Teng Yan said in disdain.
”You've mastered everything I'm about to teach you …”
”What?” Geezer, are you trying to trick me? When did you teach me anything? ” Teng Yan looked at the old man with an unhappy expression.
”The things I want to teach you are all in the books you read previously. Alchemists are an unrestricted profession, and the formulas for pills are endlessly varied. As long as you can grasp the effects of each spiritual herb and material, even if you don't have a formula, you can still make heaven-defying pills …”
”...” Teng Yan was speechless. Was it really that simple? He looked suspiciously at the old man.
”Little friend, today is my final deadline. I don't have anything to say to you. Sigh …” What a pity … ”If only I had a little more time …” The old man said helplessly.
”What do you mean a deadline? Didn't you say one month?” How long has it been? What other pity is there? ”
”Never mind, never mind, never mind …” I believe that the heavens will arrange this one day... Who would have thought that a thousand years later, our Teng Clan would once again have the Yellow Springs Lifeline … I wonder if it's a blessing or a disaster … ” The old man said helplessly.
”Underworld Lifeline? What do you mean, you old man... ”You …” Just as Teng Yan was about to say something, the old man had already disappeared …