Blood Vitality Pill Tanghulu

The Rattan Blood Sugar melted into a syrup.

Chen Xian poured the Lingzhi powder into the syrup and stirred.

Ever since his medicinal sugar hawthorns sold like wildfire last time, he had clearly understood the positioning of his sugar hawthorns.

They needed to "sink down" and open up the lower-tier market.

Pills like Qi Induction Pills, Realm-Breaking Pills, and even Blood Vitality Pills—common cultivator medicines—were mostly unsuitable for mortals or low-realm rogue cultivators to take.

Yet mortals had no shortage of needs for nourishing blood and Qi, strengthening vitality, and replenishing the spirit.

So the problem was this: if a mortal took a cultivator's pill, either it had no effect, or the effect was excessive—at best causing severe illness or disability, at worst causing the body to explode and die.

Alchemists, on the other hand, disdained to refine pills for mortals.

For example, if Jian Shan were asked to refine a Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pill, he would only feel it dirtied his hands and insulted his cauldron.

So what Chen Xian needed to do was make the Blood Sugar Hawthorn produce effects equivalent to pills, yet without distinguishing between cultivators and mortals—everyone could eat it as a snack.

Thus, on his way back from Sect Master Peak yesterday, he had deliberately detoured to Pill Peak to request a recipe for the "Blood Vitality Pill."

As the name suggested, the Blood Vitality Pill was the cheapest of pills, unworthy even of being called a "pill"!

The Qi Induction Pill was a first-grade pill, and though the Blood Vitality Pill was also first-grade, in terms of effect it was at best half-grade.

If not for its use in accelerating cultivators' injury recovery, it would probably have been kicked out of the graded pill rankings altogether.

Since its grade was low, that meant its effects were "sinking down"!

Following the recipe he had memorized, Chen Xian continuously ground various spirit herbs and Lingzhi into powder and poured them into the syrup.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what is this?"

Watching Chen Xian's actions, Jian Shan, a third-grade alchemist, twitched at the corners of his mouth.

Who refined medicine like this?

Alchemists all used spirit fire and cauldrons to extract the medicinal liquid from herbs bit by bit, taking only the essence to fuse into pills.

Grandmaster Uncle was just like cooking—adding seasonings! His technique was far too crude!

But when his gaze fell on that iron pot, he suddenly found it very reasonable—Grandmaster Uncle was using a pot, not a cauldron, so wasn't it just cooking?

"Blood Lingzhi, Qi-Nourishing Grass, Blood-Coagulating Vine... isn't this the recipe for the Blood Vitality Pill?"

Seeing that he hadn't been chased away while standing nearby, Jian Shan grew bolder and took the initiative to chat with Chen Xian.

"That's right, isn't it the Blood Vitality Pill?"

Chen Xian smiled without denying it, nor did he care that Jian Shan had seen through his new formula.

"Could it be that the sugar hawthorn is just stringing Blood Vitality Pills together and selling them?"

Jian Shan's heart stirred, but looking at that iron pot, he dismissed his own guess.

Alchemy always used cauldrons, not pots—whether it could even form pills was another matter entirely.

And this method of grinding herbs into powder and mixing them haphazardly could absolutely never form pills!

He was certain!

Chen Xian paid no attention to his little schemes, focusing entirely on adding the last herb powder into the pot.

By now, the syrup mixed with various herbs in the pot had begun to bubble. He could no longer stir, or the sugar coating would turn gritty.

As the herbs fully integrated, a sudden inspiration struck Chen Xian's mind.

[Masterful Pill Crafting] began to take effect—that mysterious, indescribable sensation appeared!

The proportions were just right, the heat was just right—at most thirty breaths more, and this pot of Blood Vitality Pill version of Blood Sugar Syrup would be complete!

"No way! Why do I actually smell the Blood Vitality Pill?"

Jian Shan suddenly sniffed at the rising steam, his eyes gradually widening. This sweet, fishy scent mixed with bitter pungency was far too familiar!

Exactly the same as the Blood Vitality Pill!

"Could it really be possible to refine pills with an iron pot?"

He would rather believe his nose was broken than believe that this pot of sticky syrup was a Blood Vitality Pill.

"Done!" Chen Xian suddenly called out, then quickly sprinkled a handful of white powder into the pot.

Jian Shan had no time to identify which herb that was.

More importantly, all the herbs needed for the Blood Vitality Pill were already in the pot—so what Grandmaster Uncle had sprinkled in was something extra!

"A secret recipe! By his grandfather's beard, this is definitely a secret recipe!"

Jian Shan roared inwardly, staring wide-eyed at the white powder slowly vanishing into the pot, his mind racing but unable to figure it out.

Jian Shan was dumbfounded. Below the third grade, there was actually an herb he couldn't recognize?

Chen Xian glanced at his frozen face and curled his lips smugly. This brat wanted to steal his technique—good thing he had prepared the Qi Induction Pill powder in advance.

With that, a pot of upgraded Blood Vitality Pill syrup was complete.

Chen Xian set down the various fruits he had bought back from the Dining Hall and placed them in front of Jian Shan. "Since you've got nothing to do, here—core eight hawthorns per skewer, stem five strawberries per skewer. I'm leaving this to you."

"Huh? What about Junior Brother Duan?"

Jian Shan's mouth fell open as he turned his head to look at Duan Cui.

To his surprise, Duan Cui was holding a broom and sweeping up the fallen leaves in the courtyard. When he saw the two of them staring at him, he cracked a simple, honest grin.

Jian Shan: "..."

Chen Xian stroked his beard and smiled amiably at Duan Cui. "This kid is steady enough, and more honest than Jian Shan."

Half an hour later, looking at the neatly arranged candied hawthorn skewers on the stone slab before him, Chen Xian nodded in satisfaction.

This time, he had made a full one hundred and eighty skewers. If he sold them all under the buy-five-get-one-free scheme, after deducting costs, he would earn at least fourteen hundred Contribution Points.

Even after splitting forty percent of the profit with Jian Shan and the other two, he would still have over eight hundred in hand.

Life was truly getting more and more prosperous!

Chen Xian waved at Duan Cui, who quickly set his broom aside and trotted over.

"The candied hawthorns are all done. I'm leaving the selling to you two. As agreed, we split the profit sixty-forty, and I won't short you a single coin."

With that, he picked up two skewers and handed one to each of them. "Try them. This batch is even better than last time—I improved the recipe."

"Thank you, Grandmaster Uncle!" x2

Jian Shan studied the candied hawthorn with its slightly mottled sugar coating seriously, then bit hard into the top hawthorn.

The first sensation was sweet and sour—the original flavor of the fruit.

But as the sugar coating shattered and melted, an extremely pure surge of blood and qi energy flowed down his throat, warming his internal organs and even his dantian.

Not only that, but a cooling energy burrowed into his sea of consciousness, refreshing his spirit. The Dao Consciousness he had consumed over the past few days from alchemy was actually slowly recovering!

Even more bizarrely, these two forces had no side effects whatsoever—all the medicinal properties were perfectly fused together.

This meant even an ordinary mortal could consume them without worrying about the medicine harming their body.

"This... this...! Is this still a snack? This is definitely a Blood Vitality Pill, and a perfect-grade one that mortals can take!"

Jian Shan was stunned, utterly unable to put his shock into words.

Grinding medicinal herbs into powder, tossing them into an iron pot, and actually refining a batch of first-grade perfect pills—if word of this got out, no alchemist would believe it, would they?

"Grandmaster Uncle is truly divine. Once this hits the market, it'll be snatched up in no time."

Duan Cui ate a strawberry skewer, feeling the gentle nourishing energy slowly digesting inside him, and let out a heartfelt sigh.

"Could Grandmaster Uncle actually have an extraordinary talent for alchemy?"

Jian Shan stole a glance at the white-haired, white-bearded Grandmaster Uncle beside him, silently speculating.