For all the stagnation that had marked the months he spent trying to make pill refining work as others did it, the ti after he figured out the trick followed a path of teoric mastery that even he wouldnt have credited if he hadnt experienced it personally. He flew through the prir. The early recipes seed laughably easy to him when he let his instincts guide the process. There were days when he completed half a dozen new pills even when intentionally maintained a leisurely pace. That wasnt to say it was entirely smooth sailing. While his pills would generate the right kinds of results, they were routinely much more potent than they should be.
At first, he simply shrugged it off. It was possible that he was working with better or more potent ingredients. He had collected many of his plants from far deeper into the wilds than most people ventured. The harvesting in those areas was much less common and the qi was often denser, which allowed plants to grow longer and absorb more qi. It was also possible that he was simply enjoying better results because his process was more efficient in so inscrutable way. He couldnt really test that because his process diverged so much from the process other alchemists used to make their pills. The kind of one-to-one comparison that would have provided answers to that question simply wasnt possible under those conditions.
As the results piled up around him, though, it beca harder to ignore. Hed never lost sight of the end goal of learning pill refining. It was so he could make the pills for the Five-Five Body Transformation and save his own life. The persistently much-higher-than-average potency of his pill refining jeopardized that end goal. He didnt want to kill himself in the bid to save himself, and a twice as powerful pill for that body refining could kill him. Granted, he was much healthier than he had been when hed first arrived on Fu Ruolans doorstep, and surviving that kind of body refinent depended a great deal on personal willpower. Still, the body itself had to be able to withstand the pressures of the change. He might be willing to stack his will up against the demands of more powerful versions of those pills, but he was less certain that his body could hold up. It was a concern that Fu Ruolan shared.
Part of is ecstatic with these results, said Fu Ruolan, waving at Sens most recent batch of pills. Ive been aning to ask. What youre failure rate with these?
Sen glanced at the pills on the work table. Zero.
Fu Ruolan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. You arent just saying that to get under my skin, are you?
Why would I do that?
Thats what I thought. Dont ever let that bit of information slip to another alchemist. They might well try to murder you.
Why? asked Sen.
Because no one has a failure rate of zero. No one. Its half the reason that pills and elixirs are so expensive. A thirty percent failure rate is considered outstanding, exceptional even, especially with more complex pills and elixirs. I imagine that soone like Ma Caihong has a better success rate, but I doubt even she gets it right every ti.
Sen thought back about that. It was true that Auntie Caihongs pills and elixirs usually ca out fine but not always. He could rember tis when she would throw sothing away out of a cauldron in disgust.
Thats true. I saw so of her attempts fail. I just assud she was trying to make sothing especially difficult.
Ha! She probably was trying to make sothing difficult. I dont know why shed waste her ti on anything that wasnt difficult. Theres no point in making simple things when you have that kind of skill. Its literally a waste of ti. The point is that your freakish success rate is the kind of thing that will make other alchemists hateful and vengeful. Everything you make costs you less and, judging by these, is worth more. People have killed for a lot less than that.
I will bear that in mind, said Sen, offering Fu Ruolan a bow.
You do that. Still, as happy as your results make , its still troubling. If you cant figure out a way to tone this down, I cant even begin to guess what kind of pills youll get for your body cultivation. Have you tried to tone it down? To make sothing less potent on purpose?
Sen shook his head. I wouldnt really know where to start. I think I know, in a vague, general sort of way, why theyre better. But I dont understand the details nearly well enough to be able to say, oh yeah, if I just dont do this, Ill get weaker pills.
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Thats one problem with intuitive genius. Well, I suggest that you start experinting. I doubt that youll be able to get them notched all the way back to what a normal alchemist does. If you can reduce the improvent by even twenty-five percent, though, it will make a big difference when it cos ti to make your body cultivation pills. If you can get it down by fifty percent, that might even let us make so predictions about what will happen with those pills.
Any suggestions about where to start?
Fu Ruolan's brows lowered into a scowl. I can make suggestions, but theyd be guesses. I can only see part of what youre doing and the how of it is lost on completely. My best bit of guesswork advice is to not aim for perfect fixes. When you adjust temperatures and qi inside the cauldron, it looks like you always aim for a perfect result. Stop doing that. Aim for a less-than-perfect adjustnt. See what happens.
Everything inside of Sen railed against doing that. It felt fundantally wrong not to do his best. On the flip side, hed done a lot of things he didnt like when his life was on the line. Hed just add trying this approach to the list. Besides, even if it didnt work, it might give him a better idea of what to try. Hed done enough healer work to understand that extra potency wasnt always the best thing for the person receiving the elixir. Of course, in those days, his best efforts were generally sothing that peoples bodies could tolerate. When hed been helping after the battle between the fire cultivators and the water cultivators, he rembered in a misty, dreamlike way that he had tailored elixirs to the needs and physical capacities of the injured. He just couldnt rember how hed done it. Hed been in a trance-like state for most of that ti, and it only ca back to him in patchy flashes.
I guess its worth a try, said Sen, still feeling a little doubtful.
Fu Ruolan shrugged. Like I said, Im guessing as much as anything else. I have no idea if that approach will work or not. I just know that youre going to want better control over the outco with your body cultivation pills than youre getting right now.
Fair enough.
Since you already know you can make these, you can always experint with them. Youll have a good fra of reference with the original pills. Obviously, theres no way to know exactly how much weaker any given pill is, but you should be able to make a decent estimate.
That makes sense. I may pick one of the earlier pills, though. Maybe even that first healing pill. The ingredients are more common and less expensive. No point wasting valuable resources on things I may end up having to throw away. If I figure out a way to reliably make less potent healing pills, then it might make more sense to try it on recipes like those, said Sen, gesturing at the pills on the table.
As you think is best, said Fu Ruolan.
Sen hesitated to bring up his next point, but hed already been putting it off for a while. Theres sothing else I wanted to talk to you about.
Oh?
Falling Leaf.
Fu Ruolan tilted her head slightly as if shed expected sothing else. What about her?
You made a big deal about getting her to stay. I always assud you had a plan for her as well. But, at this point, it seems like you dont. Am I wrong about that?
Fu Ruolan heaved a little breath. I wanted her to stay as an incentive for you to stay. As willful as you are, it seed entirely likely that youd just up and disappear one day if you got fed up with .
Is that why you never gave the manual?
It was a consideration, but it was mostly because of the reason I originally gave you. You cant be trusted with it. Well, maybe you could be now that you have a clearer picture of whats at stake, but certainly not before. Youd have killed yourself with it, for sure.
Sen grumbled sothing under his breath, but it was mostly for show. He probably would have killed himself with the manual if shed given it to him. Impatience and fear would have driven him to a rash decision. Even now, he wasnt confident that he wouldnt make a bad choice if he had free access to the manual.
Fine. There might be sothing to what youre saying. Back to the topic at hand. Falling Leaf?
I had so vague notion that I might teach her sothing while she was here, but I dont know that shes really suited to learn anything that I have to teach.
Shes not stupid, said Sen, feeling very defensive on Falling Leafs behalf.
I know she isnt stupid, but shed not inclined to this kind of work, is she?
Well, Sen paused, no. I guess shes not.
I dont think you recognize it, but shes still far more panther than human and probably always will be. Shes very oriented on physical action or things that complent physical action. My areas of expertise are, for lack of a better term, more academic.
Sen gave a begrudging nod. I expect thats all true, but youve still bound her to this place. You let her co and go as she pleases, for which Im very grateful, but shes bored. She has been for a good long while now. I try to do my part, but I think she feels left out. Mostly because she is being left out. Thankfully, shes not resentful by nature, but give it another four years and she might get there.
Fu Ruolan frowned. What is it that youre asking for?
Can you please try to find sothing to teach her? I cant imagine youve gotten this far without mastering so kind of weapon. She hasnt shown a lot of interest in them so far, but she might get interested if a nascent soul cultivator offers to teach her.
Fu Ruolan drumd her fingers on the table for several long monts before she nodded. I suppose you have a point. If Im going to insist that she remain bound to this place for several years, the least I can do is offer to teach her sothing.
With a palpable sense of relief, Sen offered a deep, formal bow. Thank you, Fu Ruolan.
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