"Master?"
Mo Wangchen’s powerful perception caused the Supre Elder’s face to turn slightly pale. Upon seeing this, Saint Master Yunxi assud that it was due to so issue with the elder’s hidden illness, and a worried expression appeared on her face.
"It’s nothing."
The Supre Elder slowly exhaled and then waved her hand, not saying much. Her gaze once again fell on Mo Wangchen, and she grew increasingly surprised.
Such powerful perception, even Shi Jie, one of the three great Holy Masters in the Eastern Desolate, couldn’t compare. Could it be that the young man’s Alchemy Dao skill has truly reached such heights?
No one present spoke, while Shi Jie wore a sarcastic smile, ready to mock Mo Wangchen.
"Hmm?"
After a while, Mo Wangchen finally withdrew his hand, frowning slightly.
"Well, Master Mo, did you see anything?"
Before Mo Wangchen could speak, Shi Jie took the lead. He looked at Mo Wangchen with disdain, though he called him ’Master Mo,’ anyone could hear the mockery in his tone.
"The Supre Elder’s Divine Sea is dim and shows signs of having been scorched. The blood flowing in her ridians appears charred black. If I’m not mistaken, the Divine Sea was injured in the past, leaving a hidden illness that eventually affected the ridians," Mo Wangchen explained.
"That’s right. In the past, I fought a Roc Clan expert who excelled in Thunder Techniques and wounded severely. During that battle, my Divine Sea was struck by a Thunder Light, and it’s been like this ever since," the Supre Elder nodded.
"Heh, what you need is a way to heal, not the cause of the illness. As you said, anyone could figure this out, right?" Shi Jie coldly laughed, looking at Mo Wangchen.
Being able to identify the cause of the Supre Elder’s injuries wasn’t much; even an ordinary Rank One Holy Alchemist could do that.
Upon hearing Shi Jie’s words, Mo Wangchen rely glanced at him without responding. He then looked back at the Supre Elder and said, "The Divine Sea is the source of one’s being. Once injured, it’s incredibly difficult to repair. I can’t guarantee a complete cure, but I know of a Pill that might help."
"What Pill?"
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, the Supre Elder asked eagerly.
Having realized that Mo Wangchen’s perception far exceeded Shi Jie’s, she now regarded him differently. Since Mo Wangchen said there was a Pill that might assist, it gave the Supre Elder hope.
"In the past, when I first entered the path, I encountered a situation similar to the Supre Elder’s. At that ti, my Spirit Sea was destroyed, and I lost my cultivation, but later I still recovered. I just don’t know if that thod can work on a Divine Sea."
Mo Wangchen recalled the ti when his Spirit Sea was shattered by the Zhou Family Ancestor, and he repaired it using Desolate Energy.
However, the Divine Sea is different; it is the original sea ford after the Spirit Sea transforms, and he couldn’t guarantee success.
Nevertheless, with his Alchemy Dao skill, as long as he perford a special refinent of the Desolate Energy and fused it with so special herbs to nourish the Divine Sea, it might be feasible.
When he detected the situation within the Supre Elder, a complete theory had already ford in Mo Wangchen’s mind.
There wasn’t any problem in concocting the Pill; the main issue was whether this Pill could help with the Supre Elder’s injuries.
In fact, this so-called Pill hadn’t been seen or encountered by Mo Wangchen anywhere else before.
This was a Pill he thought up himself, wanting to create an original Alchemy Recipe. With Mo Wangchen’s skill, creating a Pill was evidently no big problem.
Quickly, Mo Wangchen asked Saintess Yunxi to get him paper and pen, then he wrote a recipe and handed it to Saint Master Yunxi, "These are the materials needed for alchemy. I’d appreciate it if the Saint Master could find them for ."
"What a detailed recipe, and the alchemical thods recorded within are almost entirely different from those I know..."
Shi Jie glanced at the recipe out of the corner of his eye, initially shocked, then puzzled, "But these herbs are quite ordinary, aren’t they? Most are used in the alchemy of low-tier Rank One or Two Holy Pills."
"Trying to fool us, I really want to see how your so-called Pill can treat the Supre Elder’s hidden illness."
After the surprise, Shi Jie sneered inwardly again. He didn’t believe this young fellow could produce any Pill capable of helping the Supre Elder.
Soon, Saint Master Yunxi returned holding a storage ring and handed it to Mo Wangchen, "This contains all the materials from the recipe, ten sets in total. These materials are not very precious and quite common, so our Yunxi has plenty in stock."
Mo Wangchen nodded, took the ring, and looked at Saintess Yunxi, saying, "I will begin alchemy now. Please accompany , keep watch, and ensure no one disturbs ."
Saintess Yunxi nodded without saying much, her heart filled with curiosity. This young man was putting on quite the act. Could he really produce so Divine Pill?
"Please wait a mont, this alchemy won’t take too long."
Mo Wangchen bowed to Saint Master Yunxi and the Supre Elder, then without hesitation, leaped into the air, transforming into a Shield Light as he flew back to his courtyard on Spiritual Mist Peak.
"Trying to fool us!"
Watching him and Saintess Yunxi disappear, Shi Jie coldly snorted and sneered, "Today’s young people are getting too carried away with their youthful arrogance."
Upon hearing Shi Jie’s words, the Supre Elder glanced at him, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but eventually shook her head and maintained silence.
"Are you really going to concoct a Pill for the Supre Elder?"
When they reached the courtyard entrance, Saintess Yunxi couldn’t help but speak up, "Don’t just concoct so random Pill that worsens the Supre Elder’s condition."
"Rest assured, this Pill may be my original creation, but even if it doesn’t help the Supre Elder, it won’t have any adverse effects. However, I’ll need so ti, so please keep watch and let no one disturb ," Mo Wangchen said casually.
"Original creation?"
Saintess Yunxi felt even more uneasy and asked again, "How long until it’s ready?"
"A dozen days or so."
"Didn’t you just say it would be a mont?" Saintess Yunxi frowned.
Mo Wangchen smiled mysteriously, ignoring her query, entered the courtyard alone, and flicked his fingers. The space within the courtyard trembled gently, "In the Chaotic God Tomb, I deciphered the Hidden Life Trigram Array and grasped the array-forming thod. The so-called dozen days to you all will be less than half a day."
With those words, in the incredulous gaze of Saintess Yunxi, Mo Wangchen took a step forward, and his body inexplicably vanished, leaving no trace. The courtyard remained unchanged, the only difference being Mo Wangchen’s absence.
"This guy... actually set up a Hidden Life Trigram Array here, slowing the flow of ti within the yard?"
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