An Invitation from a Powerful Kyoto Family

"Making medicine is fine, but refining pills? However you put it, that sounds like a charlatan's trick."

Cheng Dongxue frowned, then suddenly understood. Zhang Yang knew medicine and was highly skilled at it. As a physician, he would naturally know how to prepare remedies. In modern terms, he was making medicine.

"You could say that, Master's wife. But no machine can replicate the way Master makes medicine. He uses traditional methods, and the medicine he produces is extraordinary."

Zhang Xin'ai explained it to Cheng Dongxue.

Cheng Dongxue felt uncomfortable hearing Zhang Xin'ai call her "Master's wife." She wasn't used to it.

"Uh, Xiao Zhang, I'm only a few years older than you. Don't make me sound old."

Cheng Dongxue was thoroughly embarrassed. Going out with Zhang Yang always brought surprises. They had come for a meal, and suddenly he had an apprentice.

"It's rare for Xin'ai to be so earnest. I hope you'll be generous with your guidance, my friend!"

Zhang Daoru cupped his hands toward Zhang Yang again.

Zhang Yang knew exactly what Zhang Daoru was thinking. He simply wanted to learn how to refine Qi-Supplementing Pills, then produce them in bulk and make a fortune.

But Zhang Yang didn't believe for a moment that a young woman with no medical knowledge could learn his Alchemy.

Of course, Zhang Yang was also doing this to repay Zhang Daoru for giving him the ancient text. It had opened up an entirely new world to him.

Once that door was open, he could see another world—one where only the strong survived.

"Come, my friend, and you too, sister-in-law. Have a drink."

Zhang Xin'ai played the part of a server, pouring wine for Zhang Yang and Cheng Dongxue. Zhang Daoru raised his cup first.

"My friend, I truly must thank you for