Mo Xuan pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "No, you've spent the past ten-odd days reading books. When did you ever have time to practice refining Second-grade Pills?"
"How did you suddenly jump from one-pattern Pill Patterns to two-pattern Pill Patterns?"
Elder Mo Xuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Donghua for a long while, as if his gaze could pierce through his soul and uncover whatever secret the boy was hiding.
Jiang Donghua had not spent all those days reading for nothing. He immediately began making up an excuse.
"Master, you don't understand. I'm naturally gifted. I just need to smell some pills, touch some medicinal herbs, meditate a little, pick an auspicious day, and I can succeed right away."
"You can refine pills just by smelling their scent?"
He stroked his beard and snorted coldly.
"I've lived for so many years, yet I've never heard of such talent!"
After considering it, Mo Xuan could not help smacking the brat on the head.
Jiang Donghua rubbed the aching back of his head and grinned.
"Master, you've seen and learned much, but there are always strange things in this world, right?"
"Strange things?"
Elder Mo Xuan glared.
"Everything about you is strange! Others need countless attempts to refine pills, but you? You flip through some books, smell a few scents, and you've mastered it?"
Jiang Donghua spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.
"Then why don't you test me again?"
"Test you?"
Elder Mo Xuan raised a brow, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Fine! Since you're so confident, I'll give you a 'simple' task!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, he took out an ancient yellowed pill recipe from his Storage Ring and slapped it onto the table.
"A Third-grade Pill—the Mystic Spirit Pill.