With all the materials needed for the Qi force potions finally gathered, Ang at last activated the long-dormant pharmaceutical apparatus.
The apparatus trembled softly, blue runes lighting up one after another as though a sleeping magical beast had been awakened.
Standing beside it, Ang precisely added the herbs into the brewing cauldron. At times, he adjusted the temperature and the frequency of magical infusion; at others, he opened the panel to inspect the runes' operation.
The pharmaceutical apparatus ran continuously for an entire day before finally producing more than a thousand bottles of Qi force potion. Their color was warm and lustrous, their aura mild. Every bottle brimmed with dense magical fluctuations, with stable effects and not a trace of impurity.
Before the apparatus had even fully cooled, Ang cleaned it thoroughly and turned to brewing Healing Potions.
Compared to Qi force potions, Healing Potions required more complicated ingredients and far more cumbersome steps. Yet his movements remained practiced and meticulous.
After two days and two nights without sleep, the last batch of magical herbs was crushed and refined, and more than forty thousand bottles of Healing Potion were neatly stored inside the Magic Waist Pouch.
He kept only a portion as combat supplies for the Black Scale Horse cavalry. The rest would be sent to the military logistics department for soldiers to purchase as needed.
After finishing everything, Ang rubbed his sore shoulders. By the time he left the laboratory, the sky was already beginning to brighten.
Afternoon sunlight spilled across the corridor. He headed straight for Quintina's room, pushing open the door to find her sitting by the window, mixing magical ink.
"I'll be setting off for Fifth Town the day after tomorrow." Ang leaned against the doorway, his tone casual but serious.
Quintina immediately pursed her lips,