Yao Lao's Pill Recipe is Very Smooth

Hammer blow after hammer blow, Tang Wulin felt no fatigue; instead, he felt a sense of exhilaration.

"A genius, this child is simply a genius!" The evaluator standing to the side, responsible for the assessment, blurted this out unconsciously. He even forgot to score Tang Wulin, for he was already mesmerized.

"Clang!"

An hour passed, and as the final hammer fell, it produced a dull, heavy impact.

Tang Wulin let out a long breath. His face had become somewhat flushed, and his hair was dampened by sweat.

Tang Wulin walked up to the evaluator. "Hello, my purification is finished."

"Oh, it's finished!" The evaluator finally snapped back to reality. He walked over to the piece of sinking silver and began to observe it closely.

"Sinking silver, the degree of purification far exceeds the hundred-refined level; it meets the standard of a first-rank blacksmith."

Just as the evaluator was about to conclude the assessment, Cen Yue spoke up to interrupt him.

"I think he can proceed directly to the second-rank blacksmith assessment."

The evaluator pushed up his glasses. "Cen Yue, that doesn't really follow the regulations, does it?"

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Can't you see that this child's level is far beyond that of a first-rank blacksmith?"

The evaluator fell silent for a moment, then asked Tang Wulin, "Tang Wulin, do you still have the strength to undergo the second-rank blacksmith assessment?"

"What does the second-rank blacksmith assessment require?" Tang Wulin asked.

"Just forge any medium-sized part. If it passes inspection, you can become a second-rank blacksmith immediately."

Tang Wulin nodded. "I can do it."

"Good! Then you may begin!" The evaluator retreated to his previous position to watch.

Soon, the Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel Hammer appeared in Tang Wulin's hands once again.

Back when he was at Mang Tian's workshop, Tang Wulin had forged many parts, so he was quite confident about the second-rank blacksmith test.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Another series of beautiful rhythmic strikes rang out in the forging room.

About an hour later.

Tang Wulin wiped the sweat from his forehead. A medium-sized part sat before him.

"Does this count as passing?" Tang Wulin asked.

The evaluator walked over to Tang Wulin's side, picked up the medium-sized part, and examined it again and again.

"Perfect! Simply perfect. Hey, Cen Yue, what were you doing at his age? Had you even passed the hundred-refined stage?"

"None of your business!" Cen Yue walked over, patted him on the head, and said irritably, "Hurry up and submit the assessment report."

"I know, I know!"

Ten minutes later.

Tang Wulin held a badge and ten thousand federal credits in his hand. The badge was the symbol of a second-rank blacksmith issued by the Blacksmith Association, while the federal credits were payment for the Blacksmith Association's direct purchase of the medium-sized part Tang Wulin had forged.

"Wulin, you can come to the Blacksmith Association to take on forging commissions in the future; the prices here are quite good." Cen Yue's gaze toward Tang Wulin now was as if he were looking at a treasure, completely different from his previous attitude.

Tang Wulin bowed deeply to Cen Yue. "Thank you, Master Cen, but I have one more important matter to attend to today."

"What matter?"

Tang Wulin lowered his head, his hands gripping the corners of his shirt tightly. "Master Cen, I would like to ask if the Blacksmith Association has any dragon-type soul beast blood for sale?"

"What do you need that stuff for? Isn't your martial soul Blue Silver Grass?" Cen Yue asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I am very sorry, Master Cen, but I cannot tell you the reason because I promised someone else."

Cen Yue ruffled Tang Wulin's hair, slightly easing his tension. "Fine, I won't ask any further. The association should have dragon-type soul beast blood, but the price will certainly be very high. You know, soul beasts are rare nowadays, which makes anything related to them extremely precious."

"I know, but I really need this."

As he spoke, Tang Wulin took off his backpack and pulled out all the alchemy recipes Yao Lao had given him earlier.

Tang Wulin handed the recipes to Cen Yue and said, "Master Cen, could you take a look and see how much these recipes are worth?"

Cen Yue took one of the recipes and began to study it carefully.

"Recovery Pill, extremely mild medicinal properties, specialized for treating all kinds of severe internal injuries without damaging the foundation."

Below that were the herbs required for the pill. Most of the required herbs were not specified by a particular type, but rather by the desired effect, yet they all shared one common trait: the required herbs needed to be of a very high age.

The recipes Yao Lao gave Tang Wulin were all carefully revised by him. After all, the herbs in the two worlds were certainly different, so a month ago, Yao Lao had Tang Wulin buy a Douluo Continent Herb Compendium, which cost Tang Wulin several thousand federal credits and made his heart ache for quite a while.

Although such a compendium certainly could not record those exceptionally rare herbs, Yao Lao still managed to find some that could be used as substitutes in his recipes.

Cen Yue's expression turned serious. He picked up several other recipes and read through them; every one of them described powerful effects.

"Wulin, where did you get these recipes?"

Tang Wulin thought for a moment and replied, "These recipes were given to me by a senior."

"The effects of the pills recorded in these recipes are indeed powerful, but most of the required herbs are very precious, and many of the recipes don't specify the exact herbs, so these are only semi-finished products." Cen Yue did not press for details about who this senior was, but merely evaluated the recipes in his hands objectively.

Hearing this, Tang Wulin suddenly became a bit anxious. "Then... Master Cen, how much are these recipes worth? Can they be exchanged for ten drops of dragon-type soul beast blood?"

"Hahaha!" Cen Yue suddenly burst into laughter. "Tang Wulin, don't be nervous. When I said these medicinal formulas were semi-finished, I didn't mean they weren't valuable. On the contrary, they are extremely valuable. If these formulas were completed, they would far surpass any other medicinal pills currently on the market, and their value would far exceed the ten drops of dragon-type soul beast blood you requested."

"Really?" Tang Wulin beamed, his smile bright and genuine. He truly hadn't expected Yao Lao's formulas to be worth so much.

"Of course it's true. If you trust me, I can help you sell these formulas through the Blacksmith Association's channels," Cen Yue said.

Tang Wulin nodded vigorously. "You are a friend of my teacher, so I trust you, Master Cen!"

"Good. Wait here for a moment; I'll go to the association's exchange department and get those ten drops of dragon-type soul beast blood for you. I'll cover the cost for now, and you can pay me back once these formulas are sold."

"Thank you, Master Cen!"

Tang Wulin bowed to Cen Yue with a smile. He was genuinely happy now, as he finally didn't have to die.

Seeing Cen Yue step into the soul-guided elevator and head back up, Tang Wulin found a sofa nearby and sat down.