Cracking formulas?
That was quite a useful ability.
It just seemed he had no use for it for the time being.
At the very least, there was no such thing as special formulas within Poyang County.
Most pharmacies measured out the portions and doses for customers, who only needed to take them home and boil them in water.
But since martial arts manuals were kept so fiercely secret, truly advanced medicinal formulas were surely hidden away as family heirlooms too.
Just because he had no use for it now did not mean it would be useless later.
In any case, it was another skill.
At this very moment, as Chen Sanshi looked at the clay jars atop the stove one after another, he no longer saw mere black liquid, but detailed formulas.
He knew every detail like the back of his hand—how many qian or liang of each medicinal ingredient were needed, how old they had to be, whether they were fresh or dried.
As it happened, the silver Senior Sister Sun had given him was nearly used up as well.
Practicing martial arts was truly a bottomless pit.
From here on, procuring his own medicinal materials and brewing his own medicine was the only way to make it last.
"Phew..."
After rushing back and forth for ten straight days, there was no way he was not tired.
Having finally reached a milestone, Chen Sanshi let out a long breath and rode his White Swan Horse home.
He pushed open the door and found no one in sight.
He guessed Lan Jie'er was doing needlework in the bedroom.
Sure enough.
And Sun Li was there too.
Having heard him arrive in advance, she had already put everything away. "Little Junior Brother, why did you not say anything when you came