Chapter 134: Marrow-Cleansing Potion
Yang Wudi stood before a wooden cabinet that had seen better days, turning to look at Lin Yang, his brows betraying a hint of arrogance and provocation.
"Since this is an exchange, let's not play any games."
A flash of light appeared in Lin Yang's eyes: "Does Clan Chief Yang have any brilliant ideas?"
Yang Wudi pointed to the wooden cabinet behind him and said with an arrogant expression, "These are rare medicinal herbs I've collected over the years. You and I shall each select two, combining them into four ingredients."
"Using these four ingredients as the main components, we will each formulate our own, gathering supplementary materials as we see fit." Yang Wudi pointed to another wooden cabinet, "We will each formulate our own medicine; there are no restrictions on the properties of the finished product."
He paused, looking straight at Lin Yang: "Finally, we will verify the finished products ourselves. Do you dare to compete?"
Lin Yang's eyes lit up; this was the first time he had encountered this method of competition.
Creating a finished product from limited medicinal herbs tests one's accumulation and vision, as well as a profound understanding of medicinal properties.
With no restrictions on medicinal properties, the finished product could either save a life or take one, testing the reasonable utilization of herbs.
Finally, personally testing the medicine is an even greater test of oneself.
Interesting, truly interesting!
This competition stirred up Lin Yang's long-dormant competitive spirit.
Although he was a latecomer to the field, the number of herbs he had consumed and formulas he had tested over the years was countless.
Every failure, every backlash, his body had deeply recorded; this was knowledge gained through personal experience.
"Very well," Lin Yang readily agreed, his tone calm and determined. "I shall follow Senior's suggestion."
"Very good!"
Yang Wudi snorted, though internally he felt a bit more admiration for Lin Yang.
Since the other party dared to agree, it meant he had absolute confidence in himself. Such a person would not be one who made a name for himself without substance.
"Since this competition was proposed by me, you may use anything here as you please."
Lin Yang waved his hand: "No need, just prepare an empty table for me."
"Simple!"
A moment later, a wooden table was placed in the stone chamber.
"Then let us begin!"
Yang Wudi thought for a moment before selecting two medicinal herbs from the wooden cabinet: Blazing Sun Grass and Ice Heart Lotus.
One fire and one ice, their properties were diametrically opposed.
If handled improperly, let alone medicine, he would likely end up with nothing but a pile of useless waste.
Meanwhile, Lin Yang chose Blood Essence and Red Peony.
The four herbs were lined up on the table.
These four herbs had vastly different medicinal properties and inconsistent attributes. Using them as main ingredients posed a certain level of difficulty.
Yang Wudi pondered briefly before withdrawing his gaze and beginning to process the herbs.
His technique was seasoned; every step—extracting, weighing, cutting, grinding, soaking—was fluid, like flowing water, completed in one go.
Clean and efficient, without a single wasted movement.
Lin Yang naturally did not fall behind; one special vessel after another was placed on the table in succession.
Beakers, rubber-tipped droppers, distillation apparatuses, condensation devices, and various other instruments occupied more than half of the wooden table.
Yang Wudi's eye twitched upon seeing this. Can these things refine medicine?
However, he quickly withdrew his gaze and stopped looking.
Showy and impractical!
He snorted coldly in his heart and then focused on processing the Blazing Sun Grass in his hand.
This grass grows in extremely Yang lands and ripens once every ten years. Its medicinal nature is as dry and fierce as fire. If handled improperly, its medicinal power would be lost completely. Therefore, he used the gentlest green jade mortar to begin grinding it slowly.
Lin Yang spread a layer of white paper on the table, placed the Blood Essence on it, and gently pinched a small amount with his fingertips to feel its quality.
The longer the Blood Essence has aged, the deeper its color.
The piece in his hand was dark red like congealed blood, delicate and warm to the touch—it was the best of the High Grade.
He used a small knife to gently cut a slice from the Blood Essence, dropped it into a distillation flask, added a small amount of clear water, lit an alcohol lamp, and began the initial extraction.
Time passed minute by minute.
The atmosphere in the stone chamber became increasingly heavy.
Yang Wudi was currently standing before that massive bronze Medicine Cauldron. The flames beneath the cauldron were roaring. His palms were pressed tightly against the wall of the cauldron, using Soul Power to regulate the temperature inside.
Beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, but his gaze became increasingly steady.
Meanwhile, Lin Yang was carefully using a long, thin rubber-tipped dropper to drip a drop of solution into a test tube.
He gave it a shake!
In an instant, the solution in the test tube seemed to undergo a marvelous change.
The competition soon reached its conclusion.
The massive bronze Medicine Cauldron opened. Yang Wudi used Soul Power to extract the Medicinal Pill from inside and placed it into a porcelain bottle.
Meanwhile, there were several potion bottles in front of Lin Yang, each containing about ten milliliters of liquid.
The color of the liquid was a strange dark red, with a hint of deep blue, shimmering faintly under the firelight of the stone chamber.
Finally, the two placed their final products on the table.
Yang Wudi coughed lightly, then picked up the potion in front of Lin Yang. "Then this old man shall try it first."
Opening the stopper, an elusive scent wafted out—not quite bitter, not quite fragrant.
Yang Wudi tried to discern it carefully, only to find he could not identify a single herb within it.
He frowned even tighter but still poured the liquid from the bottle into his mouth without hesitation.
The moment the liquid entered his throat, it felt like an icy thread, falling into his stomach with extreme clarity. After a brief moment, that icy thread suddenly burst open.
A warmth rose from his Dantian, neither fierce nor cold, yet it spread through his limbs and bones at an astonishing speed.
Wherever the warmth reached, it felt as if it were being gently brushed by an invisible hand.
Yang Wudi closed his eyes, feeling it carefully.
After a long while, he opened his eyes, his gaze filled with indescribable complexity.
"The effect of this medicine is... Marrow-Cleansing?"
"Clan Chief Yang is absolutely correct." Lin Yang clapped his hands. "I used ice and fire as the clash and blood-activating herbs as the guide to create this Marrow-Cleansing Potion."
"However, this potion only works on young children under six years old. After six, the effectiveness of the potion is greatly reduced."
Yang Wudi fell silent.
Bluntly speaking, if a young child were to drink this potion, the probability of them Awakening Innate Soul Power would increase significantly.
Even if they already possessed Innate Soul Power, it might even increase by one or two levels.
No matter how expensive this potion was, people would fight to get it.
Although Lin Yang had not yet consumed his Medicinal Pill, the outcome of the competition had already been decided.
"My turn!"
Lin Yang swallowed Yang Wudi's Medicinal Pill in one gulp, chewed it slightly, and said, "Clan Chief Yang, this Medicinal Pill can wash away deep-seated toxins and old ailments, and relax the Meridians. It is of great use to those with chronic injuries."
Yang Wudi sighed, his tone carrying a hint of relief and emotion: "I have lost."
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear.
"I, Yang Wudi, have not respected many people in my life, but for you, I am truly convinced."
Lin Yang was slightly stunned and quickly stood up: "Clan Chief Yang, you are exaggerating. Today was just an exchange—"
"A loss is a loss. I still have that much magnanimity. However... I do have a presumptuous request."
Having said this, a look of embarrassment appeared on Yang Wudi's face.
Lin Yang smiled: "Please speak, Clan Chief Yang."
"I want to buy all the remaining Marrow-Cleansing Potions. You name the price, and I will have no objections."
Lin Yang was stunned, then smiled and said, "Clan Chief Yang, these were originally your medicinal herbs; the Marrow-Cleansing Potions should naturally be left for you."
"No, no, no," Yang Wudi shook his head stubbornly. "The herbs are just herbs in my hands, but it was you who truly turned them into something magical. Therefore, you must name a price."
Lin Yang thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, since Clan Chief Yang has said so, I will not stand on ceremony. I only have one request."
"What request? Speak freely."
"I would like to borrow the records of all medicinal herbs from the Breaking Clan throughout the generations."
Yang Wudi was stunned, then burst into laughter. "Is that all? Easy. Those classics are all in the Clan's library; you can read them for as long as you like."
"Many thanks, Clan Chief Yang!"
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