Ren Yisheng Tests the Medicine (Happy Spring Festival)

"This tastes awful!"

In the past, Zhang Xuezhou had stuffed the pills he begged from Zou Bugui into his mouth one by one. When it was his turn to refine pills and he produced a heap of paste, he had never imagined it would taste so hard to swallow.

The spicy, foul, and bitter flavors all came together, leaving Zhang Xuezhou wondering whether he had refined some kind of poison.

If he ever had a grudge against someone, Zhang Xuezhou figured he could get his revenge by feeding them a spoonful of the paste.

He frowned as he tried the medicinal paste twice. If Ren Yisheng had not been watching, Zhang Xuezhou felt sure he would have rushed to the bathroom to vomit and wash out his throat.

"It's supposed to taste awful. If it tasted good, that would be strange!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou's response was earnest and genuine, Ren Yisheng nodded.

Never mind Zhang Xuezhou-even Zhou Xin, a Mystic Armor Technique expert, would have struggled to swallow such highly concentrated medicine with a straight face.

The medicinal ingredients were quite ordinary, but boiling them down and removing the water to concentrate them, as Zhang Xuezhou had done, made them different. Several medicines with different flavors had been mixed together, forming something like a blend of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.

Unless the medicinal paste was diluted several hundred times and cooked with meat, no one could swallow it.

"Is Master Hongku teaching you to prepare medicinal dishes?"

After several dozen seconds of consideration, Ren Yisheng asked the question casually.

Zhang Xuezhou's behavior closely resembled that of certain ancient medicine refiners. Historically, ancient medicine refiners had relied on clay and earthenware pots to boil all sorts of medicinal liquids to treat illness. Some had also found tonics to