Mister Mo was no stranger to Meng Qingshan, so he told him the truth about where the pill formula had come from without holding anything back.
After hearing Meng Qingshan's answer, a hint of surprise flashed through Mister Mo's eyes before he fell into thought.
A moment later, Mister Mo said slowly, "Qingshan, if your pill formula truly came from the Nine Lotus Zen Monastery, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous boon to martial artists.
"Unfortunately, I know only a little about the art of alchemy, and the ingredients listed in this formula are extremely precious. A single batch would cost several hundred taels of silver. Otherwise, even risking an exploding furnace, I would certainly have made a few batches for you."
Hearing Mister Mo's words, Meng Qingshan wasn't disappointed at all. Instead, he was overjoyed.
From what Mister Mo had said, he knew how to make pills, but wasn't very skilled at it!
That made things much easier. Although he couldn't get a supply of pills anytime soon, he had the system panel—he could learn alchemy!
As the old saying went, "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach him to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime."
If he learned alchemy, then as long as he had the ingredients, he could make pills whenever he wanted—and even produce them in large quantities.
So he immediately asked Mister Mo earnestly, "Mister Mo, do you have any books on alchemy? I'm very interested in the subject."
Mister Mo replied, "You still haven't returned that Illustrated Guide to Acupoints on the Bronze Man you borrowed last time. Young people shouldn't bite off more than they can chew!"
Meng Qingshan returned the old book to Mister Mo and said, "I've already read it thoroughly. If you