Sparse stars veiled the moon, reflected in shimmering water,
Half a pool of lucid dreams, half a pool of coolness.
Su Mo returned to the Medicine Garden. At some point, Chen Meiren had left again.
Sitting at a small square table, Su Mo kept turning over in his mind the transformations of pill-making principles he had witnessed that day.
There were still many things he could not understand.
For instance, all he could do now was simply transform the properties of medicinal herbs, then blend them.
But Su Mo knew that alchemy was not merely a matter of producing pills. Many profound truths of the Great Dao lay within it.
For instance, when Elder Du refined pills, there had been that resonant note of Dao Rhythm between heaven and earth at the moment the pills formed.
Clearly, Elder Du's pills did not merely blend the medicinal properties of various herbs; his Dao intent had also been infused into them.
If one could only refine herbs into a pill, it would be no more than an ordinary pill.
But if one could incorporate the intent of the laws of the Great Dao of heaven and earth during refinement, only then would it be an immortal pill, a miraculous medicine.
He had yet to cross even the threshold of alchemy, yet he was already enthralled.
He did not know how long he had spent thinking. It was already midnight.
Chen Meiren returned leisurely to the Medicine Garden, satisfaction written all over his face, riding high on a spring breeze...
Seeing Su Mo lost in thought, Chen Meiren paused, walked over, and plopped down beside him. "Why did delivering the herbs take you the entire day?"
Su Mo thought for a moment, then answered, "I watched Elder Du refine pills today."
"What?" Startled,