Yan Xiaobao was stunned, glaring at the hissing snakes, feeling furious at their relentless spitting of venom.
"Do you really think Lord Bai has no way to deal with you? Don't force , you bunch of—"
Before he could finish his speech, a swarm of snakes launched into the air, then collided fiercely with the shield in front of him.
"That's it, you're forcing !" he roared, rushing back to the stone house. Yan Xiaobao sat cross-legged in front of the pill furnace, burning with rage.
"These snakes are completely evil!" he said coldly. "Not cute at all!
"Since I've mastered Third-level Spiritual dicine, do you think I can't teach you a lesson, you foolish little snakes?!
"You've always liked spitting and hissing, haven't you? Hah! Fine, I'll make a pill to shut you up!" he declared confidently, lightly flicking his sleeve, and began pondering which dicinal formula to use.
"If I want to trap these snakes, I'll need a very tough pill, sothing that will make their mouths stuck..." he said with a dark smile, beginning to choose the ingredients he would use.
Ti flew by. Seven days later, Yan Xiaobao was in trouble. He took out dical herbs from his bag one by one, carefully examining his selections. In the end, he chose a total of thirty-seven herbs.
After mixing them in a special way, they would beco an extrely viscous substance, but that wasn't enough for Yan Xiaobao. By utilizing principles of mutual enhancent and suppression, he began making adjustnts to make the pill even stickier.
A month later, his hair was completely disheveled. Thick black smoke billowed from the pill furnace, with a heavy accumulation of dregs visible inside. It was his tenth failure this month. Outside, the hissing of snakes was as loud as ever. With a furrowed brow, his desire to teach them a lesson was stronger than ever.
"Maybe I'm thinking about this the wrong way. I've been trying to make the mixture stickier with external force. While I've used so techniques of mutual enhancent and suppression, maybe researching how these snakes tick could give so inspiration for improving the potion!" After so thought, he walked out of the stone house and began pacing along the boundary, forming a spell. When he found a perfect opportunity, his hand shot towards a five-eyed apparatus like lightning. Before the targeted snake could react, it was captured and pulled into the spell form.
Almost as soon as Yan Xiaobao's hand returned to the spell form, a deluge of venom attacked the surface of the shield, followed by countless snakes.
However, Yan Xiaobao was imrsed in the path of dicine, completely ignoring them. He held tightly onto the five-eyed apparatus, then turned and walked back to the stone house. Soon after, a frantic cackling echoed from within.
The five-eyed apparatus was as strong as the third level of Qi Condensation, but in Yan Xiaobao's hands, it was weaker than a Spirit Tail Chicken. The snake's body was quickly peeled open, allowing Yan Xiaobao to ticulously examine everything about it, even its bones and blood.
After careful consideration, he adjusted the combination of dicinal herbs and began concocting.
The next day, the pill furnace trembled, black smoke poured out. Yan Xiaobao coughed, but with less force than before. After racking his brain, he went outside to find another snake to study. Soon, he had a new spark of inspiration.
Three days later, more black smoke poured out of the pill furnace. Driven mad, Yan Xiaobao let out a roar, going out to do more research, his eyes bloodshot.
Another month passed, and by then, Yan Xiaobao had forgotten why he was so focused on creating this potion formula. All he did was create his work, occasionally reaching out through the spell-ford shield to grab another snake. He was especially good at that part.
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