Nie Chifeng found it very strange. How did Feng Jun know about something like this? It was far too specialized. "If you want to buy it, you'll have to order it from a major sect. There's no telling when it'll arrive, and within the sect, every one is assigned to a specific post."
Feng Jun did not answer and simply continued asking, "You know about Snow Centipede Fruit, right?"
"I've heard of it." Nie Chifeng nodded. "It smells extremely pungent, but it can treat bruises and injuries."
The stuff was not merely pungent—it stank of fishiness too. However, it was remarkably effective against bruises and injuries, and taking it orally could also treat diarrhea.
Despite its stench, Snow Centipede Fruit was neither cheap nor common. Fortunately, quite a few things could substitute for it, so it could still occasionally be found in the Bewitching Soul Forest.
Feng Jun said, "Put the Snow Centipede Fruit into an obsidian jar, add Rootless Water, then boil it with Heavenly Wind Gangfire until it turns into a viscous liquid."
"Huh?" Nie Chifeng frowned at that. She was a clean person, and she had truly smelled Snow Centipede Fruit before. More than three hundred years had passed, yet she still remembered it clearly. That showed just how profound the impression had been.
Boil that stuff into a viscous liquid—did he have some kind of deep grudge against alchemists?
Still, she did not dare say that aloud. She could only shake her head with a bitter smile. "That smell... is there some particular reason for refining it this way?"
Feng Jun glanced at her and laughed as well. "I know. The smell is indeed terrible, but it can harmonize yin and yang."
"No way." Nie Chifeng was greatly startled. "That thing can harmonize yin and yang