Baozi Mountain Alchemy

"Goku, there's a small town below. Let's head down."

After bidding farewell to the others, Wuchen chose not to return directly to Mount Paozu, instead stopping above a small town and descending.

After strolling through the town for a while, Wuchen stepped into a shop—a general capsule store.

The shop truly lived up to the "general" in its name; from cars and houses down to pots, pans, and utensils, it had almost everything, all integrated with Hoi-Poi Capsule technology.

Of course, small items were not sold individually but were packed into boxes and sold in bundles combined with S-Type Hoi-Poi Capsules.

Wuchen bought nearly a hundred small glass bottles, which were bundled in a box along with S-Type Hoi-Poi Capsules.

Beyond that, he purchased several other household items, spending nearly all the savings he had accumulated from his deliveries and odd jobs over the past few months.

Afterward, he went to a bookstore to buy a good supply of paper and pens before finally leaving the town.

It was already noon by the time he returned to Mount Paozu.

The two brothers descended directly to Sun Wufan's grave and began clearing away the weeds.

Once it was clean, they returned to the house to tidy up, prepare a meal, and keep Sun Wufan company while they ate and chatted.

Today was the anniversary of Sun Wufan's death, which was the primary reason the two brothers had returned.

Following that, Wuchen told Goku to practice his martial arts on his own, urging him not to rush for a breakthrough but to build a solid foundation and summarize the experiences from his recent battles.

As for himself, he first harvested the appropriate amount of spiritual plants that the two brothers had left behind.

Only then did he walk to an open space and take out a dozen or so Hoi-Poi Capsules, tossing them onto the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After a burst of smoke, a dozen boxes of various sizes appeared out of thin air.

Some were newly purchased, but most were the ones he had brought back, all filled with various spiritual plants, flowers, and grasses of every variety.

"These can already be considered spiritual medicines. Whether they can be refined into pills depends on this attempt."

Yes, he was preparing to try his hand at alchemy.

He took a newly purchased pressure cooker from one of the boxes, used his finger to poke appropriate small holes in it, and prepared to use it as a makeshift pill furnace for the time being.

He sorted and weighed the medicinal herbs, placed them inside, took a bucket of water, poured it into the pressure cooker with a clatter, and then sealed the lid.

He formed a hand seal, conjured fire out of thin air, and began refining the medicine!

His vast spiritual soul power observed the changes inside the pot to control the heat and make necessary adjustments.

Purification, impurity removal, and pill fusion—everything was done in one go, smooth and without a hint of hesitation. It seemed his alchemy skills had not grown rusty.

Next, it was time to verify the pill's efficacy; this was the crucial part. After all, these were entirely new ingredients, and there were no existing formulas to follow.

He could only adjust the combinations based on the properties of each herb.

Did it have any effect? How effective was it? What kind of effect? He dared not make any assumptions.

"The pill scent is clear, the color is pure, and the shape is perfectly round. The quality is decent, and it doesn't seem to be toxic." It had passed the three tests of color, shape, and scent smoothly.

Next, he needed to test the medicine on himself.

Circulating his internal energy to protect his heart and sealing his vital acupuncture points, Wuchen did not hesitate and swallowed a pill.

"Not bad, the purification is quite good." As the pill entered his stomach, the medicinal power dissolved instantly, causing Wuchen to smile slightly.

"The medicinal properties are mild, the power is robust and balanced, and the effect... it truly shows signs of nourishing the blood and flesh..." Closing his eyes, he slowly contemplated the pill's effects.

Feeling that he had learned enough, he immediately circulated his energy to dissipate the remaining medicinal power, then struck his own chest with a palm. He let out a muffled groan, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he sustained some injuries.

Not daring to hesitate, he swallowed another pill.

This time, because the medicine was suited to the ailment, the effect was even more pronounced.

It invigorated his blood, dispelled stasis, smoothed his energy, and nourished his body; his injuries were stopped instantly and began to heal rapidly.

In just three to five minutes, he had completely recovered to his original state.

He stood up and moved around a bit, feeling no discomfort. This brought a look of joy to Wuchen's face; this pill was viable.

He immediately sat cross-legged again, continuing to feel the lingering effects of the pill and conducting his analysis.

At the same time, he would occasionally take out paper and pen to record his findings.

Which herb needed an increased dosage? Which needed less? Which would be better removed? Or was there a need to add a new ingredient?

It was evident that his preparation was thorough, and he had carefully studied the characteristics of every medicinal herb.

When he felt he had enough information, he would refine another batch... or rather, another pot, then continue to test, adjust, and analyze.

Of course, he wasn't mindlessly consuming the pills. Every time he tested one, he would circulate his energy to clear away residual power and clear his meridians.

Although the pills he refined were of extremely high purity and wouldn't cause internal blockages, he still had to consider the possibility of excessive or conflicting medicinal power, especially since he was still in the adjustment phase.

Relying on this clumsy but necessary method, Wuchen spent nearly a month refining until he had exhausted all ten-plus boxes of medicinal herbs.

He had ruined over a dozen pressure cookers; some cracked, some melted, and all were completely scrapped.

In the end, he obtained fifteen bottles of satisfactory pills, with ten pills in each bottle. Eleven bottles were for healing or nourishing the spirit, and the remaining four were for boosting cultivation.

Beyond that, there were over thirty bottles of pills produced during the testing phase. Their effects were either too strong or insufficient. He didn't throw them away, but kept them for other uses.

Just because he wasn't satisfied didn't mean these pills were useless; even in his previous life, they would have been snatched up in a frenzy.

Although it is rare for high-priced bids to be placed on low-tier pills, top-quality ones are still fiercely contested for collections, especially by other alchemists. If they can glean even a shred of the refining technique, it is well worth the cost.

Beyond the pills, the manuscripts from these past twenty-plus days were, in a sense, the greatest harvest. Wuchen carefully gathered them page by page.

"Goku, keep these bottles of pills safe. The ones with green patterns on a white base are Rejuvenation Pills, used for healing wounds. The cyan ones are Spirit Recovery Pills, used for restoring energy." Naming the pills was convenient; he simply applied the names of similar pills from his past life.

"I had no idea these things were so powerful. I thought you were just making snacks, Big Brother." Goku scratched his head, having assumed they were the same as the candies Launch bought back.

Taking the items, Goku still looked a bit confused. "But I'm not hurt. Why give me things to heal wounds, Big Brother?"

"In the time to come, you and I will be sparring, and we will need these pills." Indeed, Wuchen intended to spar with Goku—first, to accumulate combat experience, and second, to verify a few things.

He had long since sensed that both his and Goku's physiques were peculiar; they were stimulated to unleash their potential when under pressure, especially pressure exerted from the outside in!

"Huh?" Hearing that he would be sparring with his brother, Goku was a bit stunned. But before Wuchen could even offer encouragement, he couldn't help but grow excited. "Then... Big Brother, you can't go easy on me."

"That goes without saying." Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, but his fighting spirit surged immediately. "Are you ready, Goku?"

"Let's begin, Big Brother."

They assumed their stances. Neither brother bothered with probing; they went all out from the very first strike!

It was as if they had returned to the state of that day when they clashed as Great Apes—everything was for the sake of the battle, and nothing else mattered!