Chen Changsheng exchanged a few pleasantries with Old Man Yao before entering the thatched hut with him.
Looking at the translated prescription on the table, Chen Changsheng felt somewhat excited.
Back in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Chen Changsheng had exhausted every possible method but still failed to decipher the complete Heaven Mending Paste.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Mountains, Chen Changsheng naturally had not given up on deciphering Heaven Mending Paste.
Then, through a chance encounter, Chen Changsheng came to know the Butterfly Valley Medicine Immortal, Old Man Yao.
Chen Changsheng was an Alchemy Grandmaster, while Old Man Yao was a master of the medical arts.
Though they had studied different paths, there were ultimately some things they had in common.
Through his exchanges with Old Man Yao, Chen Changsheng finally understood why he had never been able to crack the secret of Heaven Mending Paste.
Because Heaven Mending Paste was not an alchemical formula at all, but a medicinal prescription.
Alchemists specialized in refining pills. Their elixirs could raise cultivation, strengthen the body, heal injuries, and serve all manner of purposes.
However, the path of alchemy focused on increasing cultivation, and when it came to treating illnesses and healing wounds, it could not compare to pharmacists.
For pharmacists could not only use medicine to heal cultivators and treat their illnesses, but could also employ certain methods, something alchemists were not particularly skilled at.
"I never expected the ingredients for Heaven Mending Paste to be so simple. What a surprise."
After reading through the prescription for Heaven Mending Paste, Chen Changsheng could not help voicing his feelings.
Old Man Yao stroked his beard and said, "Naturally, raising one's cultivation requires precious spiritual herbs."
"Those precious spiritual herbs contain tremendous energy."
"But when it comes to treating illnesses and healing injuries,