"You... You actually identified sixteen of the eighteen medicinal herbs correctly. Such divine skill—I have never encountered anything like it in my several thousand years of alchemy." As Qin Fengming's words fell, the white-bearded old man who had risen to his feet spoke with unconcealed shock on his face.
The one shocked was not just Medicine Elder, a mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator. As the person in charge of Crown Lion City's Pill Alliance, Wang Ziming naturally knew how wildly varied the medicinal properties within these pills produced through experimentation could be.
Even a pill refined from spirit herbs that had grown for several decades would be extremely difficult to distinguish internally if the medicinal effects of the various spirit herbs had not been fully brought out.
It was much like a Heaven-tier Master examination: fusing a hundred kinds of spirit herbs. Though they could ultimately be fused together, the medicinal effects after fusion might be almost nonexistent, because their properties were too mixed, restraining one another and making it difficult to unleash the full medicinal effects of each spirit herb.
Under their mutual restraint and conflict, the medicinal effects of all one hundred spirit herbs might ultimately be lost.
The pill Qin Fengming had identified was also technically a finished product, but it was far from perfect. It could only be considered defective. The various medicinal effects within it were likewise extremely jumbled.
Medicine Elder had said that identifying three kinds would be enough for Qin Fengming to pass. This alone showed how difficult the identification was. In such circumstances, Wang Ziming reckoned that he might not be able to identify even one. He could hardly imagine how profound the young man's attainments in herbs and plants had become.
"Medicine Elder is too kind. This junior merely stumbled upon