If alchemists from hundreds of human continents could be born in the wilderness, they would undoubtedly pass out happily.
In this land, things like medicinal herbs and spiritual grass seem to be worthless at all.
Medicinal herbs are just that. Things like spiritual herbs and elixirs are just like medicinal herbs. They grow wildly all over the mountains and plains, but there are not a few in them.
So Meng Xingyuan fell.
In fact, he did a lot of hand training when he was in the Medicine King Palace. But he only used medicinal herbs to train his hands.
His master, Mu Boyuan, would not allow him to touch even herbs of fifth-grade quality or above. He thought that he was not yet at that level, and it would be a waste to use herbs of this quality to practice his hands.
Meng Xingyuan once thought so too.
Even the King of Medicine Palace, which is the first alchemy sect in the Northern Han Continent, is also the richest, and is most willing to spend money to train its alchemy disciples, and dare not let its disciples squander medicines at will.
Even what level of disciples can receive a share of medicinal materials in a month, and how much elixir must be paid back to the sect, these are clearly written in advance, and are even directly listed in the rules of the elixir hall.
No matter how wealthy the sect is, they would not dare to squander precious medicinal herbs.
Not to mention like a panacea.
If you didn't enter the secret realm of heaven and earth, but just found a magical elixir in the wild, you would definitely have to pay for it with your life.
Even if they get it, accomplices may turn against each other because of a magical medicine.
After all, with interests at hand, it is not uncommon for people to stab someone in the back and kill someone.
When taking elixirs into elixirs, one must be even more cautious.
Even his master, Mu Boyuan, had to think carefully before using the elixir to make a pot of elixir, and even had to explain it to the sect before he could receive the corresponding elixir-making materials from the Palace of All Things.
As for using elixirs to practice your hands?
Even the leader and disciples would not dare to be so extravagant!
But that's what Meng Xingyuan did...
Yes, after the medicinal pill [Luosi Huoxue Pill] lost its effectiveness, he began to develop other pills that could also temper the body and refine blood.
There was no [Alchemy] in level 1, so he upgraded to level 2. Sure enough, after upgrading to level 2, he found several elixirs that were better than the [Color Body and Blood-Activating Pill].
Without even thinking about it, he started making elixir directly!
The main materials of ninth-grade medicinal herbs, the auxiliary materials of eighth-grade medicinal herbs, or even the medicinal ingredients of first-grade elixirs? Don’t worry at all, because these things are available everywhere in the wild land!
You can pick it at will, pull it out at will. Pick it on the spot and make the elixir on the spot. It is still the freshest, and even the step of preserving the medicine is omitted!
Practice brings true knowledge.
This is especially true for Dan Zhi Dao.
A good alchemist is often made with a lot of materials. Otherwise, ordinary small forces cannot cultivate alchemists at all. This is the reason.
Those medicinal materials alone are enough to squander all their wealth. Whether it can succeed or not is still open to question.
Meng Xingyuan was happy.
Being in a blessed land, he doesn't have to worry about the cost at all. What he has to worry about is the safety and unsafety of the environment in which he makes alchemy, and whether he has enough energy. Whether he can refine the elixir is not his primary concern...
However, with the fertile wild land at his back, he is so willful!
He was able to create the [Ice Muscle Pill], which was an eighth-grade medicinal elixir, and he also created the [Snow Bone Pill], which was a ninth-grade medicinal elixir.
And the more he practiced, the more comfortable and skilled he became. Slowly, the quality of the elixirs also improved. First, from the worst elixirs, to mature elixirs, to good elixirs...
In the end, he did not allow Tong Huang and his sister to use the elixirs that were even lower than the quality of good elixirs, so he just threw them away and left them to rot in the mud...
If his master Mu Boyuan saw that scene, he would probably stab him to death with a halberd of Fang Tian's painted halberd and even whip the corpse with him. He would not be able to understand his hatred even if he didn't whip the corpse!
You can ruin things so much!
Even in the end, after [Alchemy] reached level 3, he even figured out the magic pill!
The first-grade elixir, [Fire Marrow Pill]!
This elixir is more powerful and has a stronger body-tempering effect than [Ice Muscle Pill] and [Snow Bone Pill]!
The moment he refined the [Fire Marrow Pill], he could actually call himself an 'alchemist'.
Moreover, he is an upright one-star alchemist, a figure who can even be recognized in the Alchemist Alliance!
After using [Fire Marrow Pill], the Tonghuang siblings, whose internal transformation had stagnated, once again made rapid progress.
The strange thing is that even after swallowing a large amount of [Fire Marrow Pill], these two people still have no intention of awakening their bloodline.
Meng Xingyuan also checked their bodies. He found that the [Ice Muscle Pill], [Snow Bone Pill], and [Fire Marrow Pill] all seemed to have become a kind of accumulation, broadening the physical foundation of Tonghuang and Tonghu.
, solidify their physical foundation.
However, no matter how good the foundation is, it is completely useless if we don’t build tall buildings upwards.
Along the way, he originally expected that these two people would be able to help him after awakening their bloodline and transforming. However, he did not expect that these two brats not only failed to help him, but instead played the role of dragging oil bottles to this point.
He drank pills fiercely and to death, and in the end, Meng Xingyuan had to spend his killing points to exchange for talismans to protect their safety.
It is precisely because of this that after this trip, the killing points on his body really decreased instead of increasing. Now there are only a few more than 50,000 killing points left. He was completely scared to buy another heavy sword King Bing.
Intend.
"In the past year or so, the most irrelevant alchemy cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds. How can this be justified..." Looking at himself again, Meng Xingyuan smiled bitterly.
This is where the progress in skills ends.
As for his wealth... almost all the trophies and training resources he gained from the battle at Chenjiabao went into his belly, consolidating his two-star spiritual master level.
Of course, the cards gained from killing the beasts were all used up, but apart from enhancing some strength and physical defense, they did not help his spiritual cultivation.
As for the valuable animal bones, they were completely cheaper than Tong Huang, the little money-lover.
In other words, he was completely poor.
Except for a ninth-level heavy sword [Wufeng] and a third-level king armor [Wang Hu], there was nothing left in his body.
Not even one of the Talisman Scrolls is left in the space package.
Only 50,000 killing points can give him some comfort. However, these killing points are also used for emergencies and cannot be used casually.
In short, Meng Xingyuan is poor again.
"Money comes and goes quickly." Meng Xingyuan shook his head.
Looking at the two guys sleeping soundly next to him, his teeth instantly became itchy and he wanted to hit them.
"It's all because of you two trolls..."
He raised his hand and gestured in the air. Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a black shadow flash past outside the window.