"Old Jiang..."
Fang Yao finally could not hold back any longer and spoke up.
Before he could finish his question, Jiang Yuan spoke calmly. "I know what you want to ask, but this technique of mine is not something someone at your level can achieve."
"When you can control the state of medicinal ingredients, come ask me again."
This was still an ability that only came with an innate sense for pills.
It sounded simple enough—nothing more than adjusting the flames at the right moments according to the condition of the medicinal ingredients, thereby pushing a pill's quality from fine-grade toward top-grade.
Naturally, whoever wrote the pill formula could not expect everyone to refine perfect-quality pills, so they simply standardized the rhythm of flame control.
"Okay... okay."
Fang Yao's face was full of shock. He found it utterly unbelievable.
Control the state of the medicinal ingredients?
How was one supposed to control that?
The condition of medicinal ingredients constantly changed during tempering, making it far too difficult to grasp.
This was a realm only masters could set foot in.
What the hell was he supposed to learn, then?
He could not learn it!
There was simply no way to learn it!
After a full hour, Fang Yao and the Medicine Hall disciples were almost completely numb.
They simply could not understand Jiang Yuan's methods!
Whether it was selecting the ingredients at the start, controlling the flames in the middle, or forming the pill at the end, every part of it left them utterly baffled.
How could ordinary people like them possibly learn a master-level technique like Jiang Yuan's?
This was the inferiority of poor students before top students!
Soon, a rich pill fragrance wafted out from the top of the furnace, refreshing the heart and clearing the mind.
"Th-this pill