"It will open after the first monthly pill distribution day of the new sester." A note read, clearly indicating that the pill outlet was currently closed. Yan Xiaobao felt disappointed, and Lan Feng’s sense of disappointnt quickly amplified his own, making both of them suddenly irritable.
"When is the pill distribution day?" Lan Feng sighed, while Xu Hui simply shrugged. "Who knows," he said, unwilling to stir any trouble with the frustrated Phoenix. "Maybe we’ll be told during our first lesson today," he added, both of them sincerely hoping for such a scenario.
"Can anyone craft pills?" Yan Xiaobao suddenly asked. Pills seed extrely popular yet troubleso at the sa ti, so learning how to craft them would be ideal. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to make pills yet, and the dicinal plants his father and villagers harvested in the Magic Forest seed to be of limited use to him.
"Only alchemists can craft pills, but since becoming an alchemist requires a certain degree of talent, they always turn out to be arrogant and conceited," Lan Feng snorted, the clear annoyance in his voice making Yan Xiaobao chuckle.
"You’re not qualified to beco an alchemist?" Yan Xiaobao asked, his tone tinged with mockery because it took more arrogance than this feathered boy could muster.
"Shut up," Lan Feng said, licking his lips and hiding the answer he had given in the Qi Acupoint, ignoring Yan Xiaobao’s questions altogether.
"Co on," Yan Xiaobao finally snapped after being ignored for most of the journey back to Qi Theory class. "At least I didn’t trick you into rging your soul with a resting bird." His voice carried a hint of criticism, and the comnt did provoke a reaction from Lan Feng, stirring a faint sense of guilt shared within their intertwined souls.
"To beco an alchemist, you need to have a dual-elent affinity, but not just any dual-elent affinity will do," Lan Feng began to explain. "The first affinity you need is fire. Fire is required to refine the materials needed for the pill and to control the strength of the flas during pill crafting. Without controlling the firepower, you can’t precisely manage the flas." Yan Xiaobao nodded; this made sense.
"The other elent is wood. Wood grants cultivators detailed comprehension of the world’s plants. It is the elent of life and harvest, drawing forth the power of creation from this life. Of course, what you create is limited, but the restrictions on dicines are absolute." Lan Feng paused slightly, letting the information sink into mory before continuing.
"Achieving dual-elent affinity itself is difficult, but I managed to obtain it," Lan Feng said with pride. "Unfortunately, the elents I control are fire and earth, and I’m quite certain I’ve ntioned this to you before. I can’t beco an alchemist." At this point, Lan Feng’s voice carried a slight hint of disappointnt, which Yan Xiaobao noticed along with a trace of longing within their shared soul.
"Because alchemists need to successfully unlock their Middle Dantian to discover their elental affinity, it further reduces the number of alchemists. In a large city like Liluo, I bet there aren’t more than one or two alchemists," Lan Feng concluded.
Xu Yue sighed faintly, suddenly understanding why dicinal pills were so valuable. He had always assud the hardest part was finding dicinal plants, but now he realized the challenge lay in the industry itself. If he could beco an alchemist, it would be incredible, but this felt like a distant dream—he didn’t have the luxury of wishful thinking but needed to figure out a way to master these profitable pills.
During their conversation, Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng arrived once again at the Qi Theory Teaching Building. Previously, so students had been waiting outside, but now the doors were open. A group of students gathered in the hall, while others lingered outside. When everyone congregated, a mix of excitent and anxiety stirred among them as they nervously awaited the teacher’s arrival.
Yan Xiaobao sighed and noticed so of the students he’d seen earlier that morning. His arrival reignited discussions about his previous duel with Wang Julong and about his deanor, which so mockingly deed effeminate—questions about whether Yan Xiaobao was even suitable to walk alongside Gao Yan.
Inside the hall, Yan Xiaobao moved to the side, leaning against a cooling wall while observing the rest of the students with narrow eyes. While so had shed their tense expressions, others clearly seed more at ease, chatting with smiles on their faces. anwhile, a few simply observed Xu Hui silently. So students looked their age, their youthful faces filled with innocence, while others appeared more mature.
Suddenly, Yan Xiaobao’s gaze fell on the entrance as Wang Julong and his group of followers walked through the doors, stopping all conversations.
Wang Julong himself seed as if no one else existed besides him, treating all these commoners as far beneath him, unworthy even to glance at. His followers, however, glared threateningly at the students, practically mocking them for continuing their conversations.
Noticing that so of Wang Julong’s followers appeared older than ten years, while others were closer in age to Yan Xiaobao and Wang Julong, Yan Xiaobao squinted his eyes. As soon as Wang Julong spotted Yan Xiaobao, his eyes turned red, his intense hatred apparent to anyone present.
Wang Julong’s entourage quickly noticed Yan Xiaobao as well—although they had never t him before, it was easy to guess his identity.
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