"Teacher, I have a question."
"Ask."
"Why does the Alchemist Guild in the Jia Ma Empire have the recipe for the Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pill?"
After leaving Nalan Yanran in President Fa Ma's hands, Xiao Han leisurely returned to the inn.
His little brother was still working hard at cultivation, trying to break through to Dou Zhe as soon as possible. Meanwhile, his own teacher was sorting the ingredients for the Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pill.
Watching Old Man Yao sort the ingredients for refining the fourth-grade Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pill, Xiao Han asked curiously about what had been puzzling him.
"Back in Zhongzhou, they had the recipe for this Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pill too. I'd guess that's where the recipe made its way from to the Jia Ma Empire."
Summoning his renowned Medicine Cauldron, Old Man Yao said casually, "Forget that nonsense. Though you're only a Third-Grade Alchemist, watching me refine a fourth-grade pill will still do wonders for your alchemy."
"Okay."
Feeling the bone-chilling temperature of Bone Spirit Cold Flame, Xiao Han reflexively took a few steps back.
His Demonic Flame might not fear Bone Spirit Cold Flame, but Old Man Yao was still considerably stronger than him.
As if he'd done this countless times, Old Man Yao used his Soul Power to control one medicinal ingredient after another, tossing them into the Medicine Cauldron.
First, he calcined the ingredients and extracted their essences. Then he blended their medicinal properties. Once that was done, he fused the various medicinal liquids together.
The whole process flowed like water, leaving Xiao Han dazzled and amazed. If he'd been the one handling these ingredients, he'd have been flustered in no time.
But Old Man Yao remained completely composed. Like a conductor on a raised platform, he directed a host of medicinal ingredients