Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 151 A good disciple may not necessarily be a famous teacher

"Sister Yan, are you going to continue?"

Wang Qiye was stunned. Everything was going well, why didn’t he continue?

"say what?"

Yan Mengwan looked puzzled. Wasn’t what she said clear enough?

"The low-level, middle-level, and high-level alchemists have all come out, but what about the special-level ones? Are there any alchemists who are better than the special-level ones?"

Wang Qiye was anxious. How could he stop talking about something halfway?

"Junior Brother Wang, you may have some misunderstandings about alchemy. In fact, the ultimate goal of many people is to reach the level of a mid-level alchemist. Only some alchemy geniuses, such as your sister, can initially touch the threshold of the top level after years of cultivation. If you want to improve your level to the special level, it is no longer something that can be explained by pharmacology, medicinal properties, the five elements, fire, and time."

Yan Mengwan rolled her eyes at him and was no longer in a good mood.

"Is there no one who can reach above that special level?"

Wang Qiye was unwilling to give up and asked quickly.

"Of course there are people above the special grade. They are the ones who inherit the luck of this world. Only one appears every thousand years. They are masters. No matter what level of elixir you refine, every grain in every furnace has elixir patterns. Only then can you be a master of elixir."

"The great master of elixirs who has lived for nearly a thousand years has been born with destiny. He is Xuan Quhan of Feiyun Sect. He is 226 years old and is currently in the Golden Core Stage. He mainly refines third-tier elixirs and rarely refines fourth-tier elixirs. Every furnace he makes is filled with elixir patterns. He is simply the cash cow of Feiyun Sect."

After Yan Mengwan finished speaking, a look of longing appeared in her eyes.

"Sister Yan is currently refining pills. Has she ever refined a pill with Danwen?"

This pill pattern must be the best one among all the pills, Wang Qiye thought.

"Of course. When refining first-level pills, two pills with pill patterns will appear stably in each furnace, and sometimes there will be three. When refining second-level pills, sometimes there will be, and sometimes not. It all depends on luck. As for third-level pills, it is still very difficult now. It is good enough if we can refine it."

Yan Mengwan said this with great pride, without any shame at all.

"Ah."

Wang Qiye nodded again without comment, having no idea what she was talking about, which earned her another round of eye rolls.

But I also understood a little bit that the way of alchemy is about talent. A hard-working person can only be a low-level alchemist throughout his life. A smart person, with guidance from others, may be able to become a middle-level alchemist. Going further up, even if you have brains and hard work but lack talent, you will never be able to climb to the top throne in your life.

"So what should we do next?"

Wang Qiye didn't think he was the chosen one, so he didn't set high standards for himself, as long as he could make the pill. After adjusting his mentality, he felt much calmer when facing Yan Mengwan.

"See the herbs on this square table? The herbs on the left need to be sliced, and the herbs on the right need to be ground. Just process them according to this medicine encyclopedia, and put them in the closet next to the wall. These are the materials for the next batch of pills. Junior brother, it's not that I don't want to teach you. This is the only way for every pill master."

Yan Mengwan tried to speak as tactfully as possible, for fear that this second generation Yuanying would get angry and quit the job.

"it is good."

Wang Qiye nodded, took the thick medical book, and glanced at the two square tables.

"Junior brother, cut the slices like this, and then use your feet to grind it. Grind the herbs while slicing them. This way it will be faster."

Yan Mengwan demonstrated it to him personally, then made way for him and let him do it himself.

Wang Qiye first flipped through the medical books and found the records of these two medicinal herbs, the most common ones being Panax notoginseng and licorice, and then he started to get started.

Yan Mengwan nodded with satisfaction. Although Wang Qiye seemed to be clumsy, he still looked capable.

"Brother, if there is anything you don't understand, just call me. I'm going to the alchemy room first."

"Okay, go ahead, Senior Sister."

After seeing Yan Mengwan off, Wang Qiye finally breathed a sigh of relief. Facts have proved that an excellent alchemist is not necessarily a good teacher.

If I were a native of the cultivation world, I would probably have been taught a lesson by Yan Mengwan. Fortunately, I am a time traveler. Even if I haven’t eaten pork, haven’t I seen a pig run?

"Let's first thoroughly read this medical book."

At that moment, Wang Qiye was slicing licorice and grinding Panax notoginseng under his feet. The medical book was suspended in the air and it took a long time for it to automatically turn a page.

Each page records a herb with pictures, describing the habits of the herb, the key points to pay attention to in its growth, and what needs to be paid attention to during the planting process. Later, it talks about the habits, the five elements, the mature herbs, which parts are medicinal, and how to preserve them. It can be called an encyclopedia of medicines.

Never thought that making elixirs could be so boring. The two did not meet until evening, but Wang Qiye did not do much work. He only processed four kinds of herbs and put them into the medicine storehouse.

Yan Mengwan didn't say anything, but nodded with satisfaction, and the two went to the cafeteria to eat together.

After dinner, the two parted ways in the cafeteria, one returned to the alchemy room and the other returned to the villa.

"Brother Qiye, your soundproofing array."

Nangong Yu was still sitting on the big rock at the door drinking wine, but this time he was no longer worried. On one of his fingers, there was a wooden box that was spinning.

"I saw a servant in green waiting at Brother Qiye's door, so I took the initiative to let him go first. I hope Brother Qiye won't mind."

Wang Qiye turned around and saw that there was an inconspicuous black iron bamboo in the wasteland of his courtyard. "It's quite fast."

"Thank you, Brother Nangong, for keeping it for me."

Wang Qiye caught a flying wooden box and looked at it carefully in his hand.

No one knows what material this box is made of. It is extremely heavy, probably more than 300 pounds. There are unknown patterns carved on it, and five grooves are exposed in the middle. Usually, one spirit stone is enough to put in it. Unless there is a special need, five spirit stones can be placed in it to expand the maximum range.

"Drink a sip?"

Nangong Yu raised the green gourd in his hand and gestured to Wang Qiye.

With just a wave of his hand, the gourd was in Wang Qiye's hand. He opened the lid, and a mellow aroma of wine wafted out of the gourd.

"Good wine."

Wang Qiye took a sip of praise. Although this wine did not have any spiritual energy, it was definitely not an ordinary thing found at the foot of the mountain.

"This wine is a tribute wine. It's rare that Brother Qiye likes it. I have a jar here. Take it and have a taste."

As he spoke, Nangong Yu took out a small jar of exquisite ceramic wine from his storage bag and threw it over.

Wang Qiye put the silencing magic circle into his storage bag, took it, put the wine jar to his nose and smelled it, but he smelled a conspiracy.

"You've waited for me here for most of the day. I'm afraid it's more than just giving me a jar of wine, right?"

"It's nothing, actually. I just wanted to treat you to a meal at Tianxianglou in a few days, with a beautiful lady to accompany you."

Nangong Yu laughed dryly.

"So you sold me out?"

"How could that be? We were just going to have a meal. You just ate and drank that day. Even if you got drunk, I would carry you back no matter what."

Nangong Yu quickly explained with a smile, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Hmph, I'm afraid there won't be a good banquet. Who will be there?"

Wang Qiye snorted coldly, obviously not believing it.

"There are no outsiders. You, me, Xiao Lanmei, and my sister, there are only four of us."

"Your Seventeenth Sister?"

Wang Qiye brought the jar of wine to his nose and smelled it, wondering in his mind whether the wine was worth the cost of a meal.

"It's her. Both of your names have the character seven in them. This is fate."

"This jar of wine is too light, not worth the price of a meal."

Wang Qiye didn't move his nose, but stretched out a finger and shook it in the air.

Nangong Yu's smile froze on his face, and turned into a few sad expressions and a bitter smile, making him look uglier than crying.

"Next time we go out for a drink, you have to pay."

"It has to be me. At the end of next month, Hongyue Tower will hold an Oiran Contest. I'll go reserve a table now."

Nangong Yu lowered his head and fiddled with the jade pendant that contained his identity for a while. After a while, he raised his head again, full of vigor and energy, and his demeanor was unstoppable.

"Brother Qiye, the minimum cost that day was 100 spirit stones. I have already spent all my spirit stones on it. This time, I have spent a lot of money."

"Nangong Yu is a nice person, and she loves wine, but I don't know what her sister looks like."

Wang Qiye, a bachelor, was fearless. He picked up the wine jar again and took a sip. He drank all the hard work of the foundation-building cultivator for nearly a month in one meal. This time, he slaughtered Nangong Yu hard. Let's see if he dares to sell me out again next time.

"She must be beautiful. I tell you, when you see her, I guarantee you won't be able to walk. I can tell you in advance that she is my dearest sister. If you dare to mess around, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother."

Nangong Yu laughed heartily, took off the gentleman sword from his waist, pulled it out for a distance, revealing a cold light, and with a "clang", he put the sword back into the sheath.

"Zi Linglan threw herself at me, but I held back because I was afraid your sister wouldn't be able to drink much. If she gets drunk and starts to act crazy, I advise you two to run away."

After saying that, Wang Qiye burst into laughter.

"That's none of my business, hahahaha——"

Nangong Yu also put his hands on his hips and laughed.