The Hypnotic Gas Had Failed?

Upon hearing Senior White's words, Song Shuhang perked up. "Senior, please wait a moment, I'll go fetch the ingredients for refining the Blood Qi Pill!"

After he retrieved the medicinal herbs, Venerable White and he went to the room where the Medicine Master was refining pills.

Inside the room were some unused medicinal Medicine Master, fuel needed for alchemy, and an alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace lay broken in two on the ground—as far as I remembered, this was the furnace that Venerable White had dismantled when we ate on the rooftop last time. The lower half was used by Tangtang from the Empty Thieves' Sect as a stove for cooking. It hadn't been reassembled since, and had just been left in the alchemy room.

"Haha, I'll put it back right away." Venerable White smiled sheepishly, quickly stepped forward, and reassembled the alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace is detachable, so there's no need to worry that Senior White will damage it.

"By the way, Shuhang, do you know the Fire-Control Art?" Venerable White asked.

"No." Song Shuhang shook his head. The senior Medicine Master had said that after he completed the Foundation Establishment, he would teach him the Fire-Control Art and how to use the alchemy furnace, as well as the methods for refining several 'medicinal liquids'.

Once Song Shuhang has mastered those different 'medicinal liquids,' the Medicine Master can point him to a way to earn worldly wealth.

However, after the senior Medicine Master went to help his friend with his illness, he never returned... and thus had no time to teach Song Shuhang the Fire-Control Art.

"Huh? I heard someone in the group mention that you were helping the Medicine Master improve the new version of 'Body Tempering Liquid'? How come you don't know the Fire-Control Art?" Senior White, somewhat puzzled.

Song Shuhang smiled sheepishly, "Senior White, didn't you know? I didn't use a pill furnace to refine the Body Tempering Liquid."

In that case, from the moment he welcomed Venerable White over until now, he has never refined the Body Tempering Liquid in front of his senior!

The Venerable White asked curiously, "Then how did you refine the Body Tempering Liquid?"

Song Shuhang pointed to the hot pot and induction cooker in the corner of the alchemy room. "I used that setup to refine pills, hehe."

"Isn't that for cooking?" Senior White asked with curiosity. "Interesting. After we finish refining the Blood Qi Pill, if we still have time, show me how you refine 'Body Tempering Liquid' using an induction cooker."

"No problem."

"However... if you haven't mastered the Fire-Control Art, then things will be a bit troublesome. The Fire-Control Art is different from the 'Palm Thunder'; it's not a spell that's easy to master," Venerable White said, frowning.

"Senior, I have a Fire-Control Artifact here." Song Shuhang took out the rechargeable 'Three-Star Fire-Control Fan' from his pocket.

"Fire-Control Artifact? Hmm, I've never seen this kind of artifact before." Senior White reached out and took the Fire-Control Artifact from Song Shuhang, beginning to examine it. "How do I use it?"

Song Shuhang pointed to the fan and explained to Venerable White, "It's very convenient. Pressing the red button controls the intensity of the flame, which can be increased six times in total. The blue button lowers the temperature. The one in the middle is the power switch, and you can also check the energy reserves of the 'Three-Star Fire-Control Fan' by the color intensity."

"Energy reserves? Doesn't this thing use Spirit Stone as an energy source?" Senior White asked curiously.

Song Shuhang, "It doesn't use Spirit Stone, it uses electricity, and it can be charged. It's said that it was developed by a senior Medicine Master and others, because Spirit Stone are a non-renewable resource, so they figured out a way to use electricity to replace Spirit Stone."

"I see... Let me give it a try." Senior White laughed and pointed his hand under the alchemy furnace.

Below the alchemy furnace were some black objects, not coal, and it was unclear what they were, but they were fuel used by the Medicine Master for refining pills.

Flames appeared out of thin air on Senior White's fingers, igniting the black fuel.

Then, he turned on the Three-Star Fire-Control Fan, pressed the red button, and gently fanned it.

Instantly, the flames swelled significantly.

Fanning it again only intensified the flames.

After six consecutive attempts, the flames under the furnace were nearly golden-white in color, reaching a temperature of around 1400 degrees Celsius.

Then, Senior White pressed the blue button and waved it six times in succession. The color of the flame rapidly decreased, quickly returning to its normal dark red color.

"How convenient! The Medicine Master has already successfully combined cultivator items with modern technology," Senior White exclaimed.

Yes, Senior Medicine Master is quite avant-garde.

The fact that the magical artifact needs charging sounds rather frustrating, Song Shuhang thought to himself.

"Senior White, let's refine the Blood Qi Pill... Huh?" When Song Shuhang looked at Senior White, he froze.

Suddenly, Senior White was seen disassembling the 'Three-Star Fire-Control Fan'.

In the time it takes to say just one sentence, Senior White has already dismantled the Three-Star Fire-Control Fan into several pieces.

"I see, what a brilliant idea! A perfect combination of magical artifacts and technology. I really have to give the Little Medicine Master a lot of praise," Senior White murmured.

Then, he seemed to hear Song Shuhang's voice, and looked up at Song Shuhang blankly.

"Oh dear, hahaha, I just took it apart out of habit..." Venerable White said with an innocent expression.

Song Shuhang silently gazed at the Three-Star Fire-Control Fan, which had been dismantled into parts.

"Don't panic, I'll put it back. These things are different from pure electrical appliances; they have a magical structure. Putting them back will only take me a few minutes! There definitely won't be any problems," Senior White said confidently.

One minute later.

Senior White proudly showed Song Shuhang the fully restored Three-Star Fire-Control Fan: "See? It's completely restored! I told you, there would be absolutely no problem!"

"You're amazing, senior!" Song Shuhang flattered her slightly. "How are all its functions?"

"Of course!" Senior White pressed the red button and gently fanned the alchemy furnace! The flames rose a bit and turned a deep red color.

With another wave of the flames, their color intensified, turning a deep orange-red.

After six consecutive fan strikes, the flames turned golden-white.

It's rare that the things Senior White repaired are actually usable, and without any problems!

"Well done, Senior!" Song Shuhang gave a thumbs up. It seems that if electrical appliances and magical artifacts of cultivators were to be related, Senior White could fix them perfectly!

"Haha, of course." Senior White pressed the blue button again and gently fanned the furnace to lower the temperature of the flames.

One fan!

The flames... remained fierce.

The golden-white flames were dazzling.

"Huh?" Senior White pressed the blue button again and fanned it forcefully...

The flames swayed gracefully.

The golden-white flames are really beautiful.

Senior White swung his fan again fiercely—but the flames remained unchanged.

"Haha, haha." Venerable White scratched his head sheepishly, "It seems I messed up the flame-weakening function."

Song Shuhang: "..."

"It's alright, I'll definitely fix this fan. If I can't, we'll wait for the Little Medicine Master to come back and have him fix it! Then, I'll teach you the Fire-Control Art, which is much more useful than Fire-Control Artifact. With just a thought, you can make the flames as big or small as you wish, which is much more convenient than Fire-Control Artifact!" Senior White said, forming a hand seal.

The flames beneath the alchemy furnace immediately weakened, eventually turning into a normal dark red color.

Senior White said smugly, "So, isn't the Fire-Control Art more practical? Magical treasures are just external possessions after all!"

"What you say makes sense," Song Shuhang.

While the Fire-Control Artifact was appealing, the Fire-Control Art held even greater attraction for him. The difference between the Fire-Control Artifact and the Fire-Control Art was like the difference between a pistol and Fireball Spell, wasn't it?

"Then I'll teach you the Fire-Control Art!" Senior White said, his eyes shining brightly.

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Time flies.

Before we knew it, it was already past midnight.

The human trafficker, Mr. Cao Delian, finally arrived at his destination, Wenzhou City, a full 400 kilometers away from the Jiangnan Region.

"Hehe, once we're here, even if the little monk has connections everywhere, he won't be able to find him again," Cao Delian thought smugly.

It doesn't matter why the little monk asked him to sell himself. All that's left is to sell the kid, make a fortune, and then he can quit.

The vehicle continued moving, and through the rearview mirror, Cao Delian noticed that the young monk had his hands clasped together, seemingly reciting scriptures, or perhaps sleeping.

"Eh, Benefactor Cao, have we arrived?" The little Guoguo opened his eyes and looked at Cao Delian.

"We're almost there, hehehe." Cao Delian let out a strange laugh.

Then, he reached out and closed all the car windows, and switched the air inside the car to recirculation mode.

Finally, he turned on the air conditioner.

The air conditioner is blowing out hot air... but it's not just hot air that's blowing out, there's also some special gas, with only a very slight odor.

That was the result of Cao Delian modifying the air conditioner, releasing a hypnotic gas. He had an acquaintance specially obtain the gas, and the effect was amazing.

The moment the gas was released, Cao Delian secretly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He had already tested it; even an adult male would pass out in about ten seconds.

"One, two, three... five, six... nine, ten!" Cao Delian silently counted in his mind, while turning his head to look at the little monk.

The little monk lowered his head again, his hands clasped together, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Done," Cao Delian thought to himself.

He continued to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve, which also contained a mechanism with an antidote to the hypnotic gas.

About five minutes later, Cao Delian drove to an empty underground parking lot and parked his car.

Then, he quietly turned off the air conditioning and opened the car window.

"It went too smoothly," Cao Delian murmured.

In five minutes, this little monk would have been fast asleep.

Oh, right, let's get the money back from the little monk first; it's four thousand red bills.

He approached the young monk and reached into his pocket.

He had seen the young monk put the money into this bag earlier.

Snap!

Just then, a small, delicate hand reached out out of nowhere and slapped Cao Delian's hand.

"Benefactor Cao, what are you doing?" The little monk opened his eyes, his eyes bright.

Cao Delian was startled—"Holy crap, what's going on? How come this little monk is still awake?"

Could it be that there's something wrong with my hypnotic gas?

At that moment, Cao Delian's first thought was to turn the air conditioner back on and smell if the gas was expired...