"Oh, damn, this really is a big fool."
Huang Xing stifled a laugh. He actually thought of using discarded plants to learn their medicinal properties and concoct medicines? He had no idea this was a dead end. There was never a shortage of clever fools, and it had long since been proven that this road led nowhere.
What was a medicine master? Someone skilled in combining medicinal ingredients, a capable assistant to an alchemist. As the saying went: every alchemist was a top-tier medicine master, but the vast majority of medicine masters could never become alchemists.
However, alchemists were often unwilling to waste time concocting medicines, and usually had medicine masters on hand to assist them. In the Cultivation World, alchemists were held in the highest esteem, and the status of experienced medicine masters naturally rose along with theirs.
But Huang Xing had never heard of a medicine master stupid enough to choose discarded plants to familiarize himself with their medicinal properties and experiment with combinations. The plants had lost their spiritual essence, so their medicinal properties were flawed. Trying to test combinations with them was like searching for a way out in a dead end. Only a newbie like Zhong Ruyi, who didn't even know such basic facts, would be so full of himself as to think he'd found a way forward. So be it. Let him keep burrowing into that dead end. He'd vented his anger and could make a tidy profit, too. Better yet, let the kid burrow away for eight or ten years.
Having made up his mind, Huang Xing said, "Fine, I'll help you out. To be honest, I won't get much from that one Profound Yellow Pill. Those discarded plants have always been food for the little brats. They're not worth mentioning individually, but