A Second Vision

"Six portions boiled down to five, five portions boiled down to four..."

As the flames blazed, a rich medicinal smell kept billowing out of the pressure cooker.

Ren Yisheng looked around the room, thick with the smell of medicine, then watched Zhang Xuezhou adding more liquid.

The way Zhang Xuezhou added medicinal broth was more like seasoning a dish with salt: when the flavor was weak, he added a little, and when he added too much, he poured in another ladleful of medicinal broth.

The irregular method made it difficult for Ren Yisheng to discern any particular procedure.

But the medicinal broth in the pressure cooker was steadily diminishing.

As Zhang Xuezhou removed the lid and kept stirring, a brown paste began to appear.

Ren Yisheng did not need to taste it to know that it would burn in the mouth.

With three jin of Blazing Yang in it, there was no way it would not be spicy. It would be fiercer than a dish containing ten jin of chili peppers.

Anyone who could eat that paste, even a powerhouse of the Sixth Sequence, would earn Ren Yisheng's respect as a true hero.

"This tool won't do. It actually burned!"

On his first attempt at brewing medicine, Zhang Xuezhou had succeeded in theory but failed in practice.

In theory, everything he had done was feasible, but a pressure cooker was not Zou Bugui's Pill Furnace. It was difficult to keep refining and heating the mixture in water.

At the bottom of the pressure cooker was a thick layer of paste that had hardened into a solid mass.

A burned pill would naturally be low-grade, and Zhang Xuezhou had not even formed a pill yet.

He could only pour out the paste that was still in reasonably good condition.

After letting