Nishio Yoshiaki finished speaking and looked expectantly at Lord Gu, hoping that Lord Gu would calm his anger.
"Take this and prepare the dicinal herbs according to the prescription," Lord Gu said indifferently to his words, not asking any further, but nonchalantly tossed a piece of paper out.
The paper fluttered to the ground, and Lin Tian glanced at it; it was all in Japanese characters, which he couldn’t understand. Even though the Japanese characters contained a large number of Chinese characters, it was impossible to understand without having learned Japanese.
It seems I have to learn Japanese. Soone said, didn’t they, "To defeat the enemy, one must first understand them. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Lin Tian thought to himself. Moreover, if he were to co across a treasure and miss it because he couldn’t understand Japanese, that would be a huge loss.
Nishio Yoshiaki hurriedly picked up the prescription and then pointed at Lin Tian and the others, saying, "You guys, co over here."
As the person in charge of the laboratory, Nishio Yoshiaki was of course responsible for preparing the dication, and since this concerned a prescription, Miyajima Tairo didn’t dare to be negligent and followed along.
He kept his head down, not daring to let Lord Gu see his swollen half of the face, and now he was almost fleeing the scene.
However, as he walked behind, he looked at Lin Tian with a malicious gaze. Although Lin Tian could feel Miyajima Tairo’s stare, he didn’t care. A person like that wasn’t on the sa level as him; taking care of him was just a wave of the hand away.
Lin Tian, however, was quite interested in this greenhouse. As he walked along this path, he spotted many rare dicinal herbs, so of which even the Xiao Family’s underground laboratory didn’t have.
The most eerie thing was that the Corpse Flower here wasn’t as big as the one in Xiao Family’s cultivation base, but there were many insects crawling in and out of the Corpse Flowers here, seemingly in a symbiotic relationship.
What a waste of heaven’s gifts. So many rare dicinal herbs here, yet they’re used by a Gu Cultivator for researching Gu techniques. I’ve got to figure out a way to transport all these treasures back; Professor Xue would be overjoyed, Lin Tian thought as he already had his eye on taking possession of the greenhouse.
Nishio Yoshiaki stopped in front of a wall, and Miyajima Tairo quickly stepped forward, pressing his palm against the wall. A screen appeared, scanning his palm, and then a password input box popped up.
Miyajima Tairo made no attempt to hide his password input, believing that the unlock was based on palm recognition, so he was complacent, but Lin Tian morized the password from behind.
A click sounded, and a door opened in the wall, with Miyajima Tairo leading the way inside.
Once inside, Lin Tian found a display screen next to the door. Although he couldn’t understand the Japanese characters displayed, he could make out so Arabic nurals, and by the units behind the numbers, he guessed that it was an indoor surveillance screen monitoring not people, but the temperature, humidity, and pressure of the environnt.
Damn it, this must be the dicinal herb storage room. Have to say, these Japanese folks sure are wealthy, Lin Tian couldn’t help but marvel.
Rare dicinal herbs are precious, and the cost of storing these rare dicinal herbs is also very high. So herbs have very strict environntal requirents; otherwise, their dicinal effectiveness dissipates quickly. These Japanese had built such a modern storage room for dicinal herbs here in the middle of nowhere, which cost even more.
Who could have imagined that such a modern place existed in these desolate mountains and forests?
"Each of you push a cart and follow behind Miyajima and ," Nishio Yoshiaki instructed.
The carts were in the corridor, and Lin Tian randomly pushed one. There were many cabinets here, each with the na of a dicinal herb printed on the outside, but still in Japanese characters. It’s best if he didn’t have to do anything himself; otherwise, Lin Tian really wouldn’t understand and might blow his cover.
Lord Gu was waiting outside, Nishio Yoshiaki and Miyajima Tairo did not dare to delay, following the prescription they quickly selected the dicinal herbs, and before long, the small cart belonging to Lin Tian and his three people was filled with herbs.
After picking was complete, Nishio Yoshiaki and Miyajima Tairo quickly left, as they did not dare to delay Lord Gu’s work.
Coming outside again, Lin Tian saw that on the ground next to an operating platform, a large pot had been placed. This pot was neither gold nor iron, with a shiny, black appearance, possibly ceramic.
A ceramic pot with a diater of one ter and over one ter in height was covered with a lid, looking quite spectacular. Moreover, underneath the ceramic pot were three supporting legs, making it look sowhat like a tripod.
It resembled both a pot and a tripod, could it be for refining dicine? Lin Tian was quite puzzled, Lord Gu’s tools for refining dicine were too strange.
"Lin Tian, this is a dicinal cauldron, only pharmacists who refine dicine with ancient techniques would use such an old tool. It’s strange, this Lord Gu not only masters Gu techniques, but seems to be a pharmacist as well," Ning Luoxi, who was standing next to Lin Tian, seed to see through his doubts and explained via transmission.
A dicinal cauldron? It really is ancient, Lin Tian thought to himself. Modern people cooking dicine wouldn’t use such a thing; they wouldn’t even know what a dicinal cauldron is.
It was also his first ti seeing a dicinal cauldron. In the past, it seed he had heard his grandfather ntion it, but at that ti, there were no actual items, and his grandfather had only ntioned it in passing. Lin Tian never imagined that he would encounter a dicinal cauldron in Japan.
Logically, such dicine refining tools originated from ancient Huaxia, and nowadays, even in Huaxia, traditional dical practitioners using dicinal cauldrons have disappeared. Yet, a dicinal cauldron appeared in the hands of the Japanese, and Lin Tian greatly suspected that this Gu Cultivator had stolen the technique.
Huaxia has many lost art forms which have appeared in other countries, but Lin Tian did not know whether to be happy, sad, or angry.
Happy that the art forms had not been lost, sad that although they hadn’t been lost, they had ended up in foreign lands, and angry that these art forms might have been stolen.
Lord Gu approached the dicinal cauldron, and the man in sunglasses who had been following him approached and, with one hand, took the heavy cauldron lid off.
This cauldron lid, to be precise called a tripod lid, fit tightly with the dicinal cauldron, sealing it so closely that it seed not even a piece of paper could be slipped in between, suggesting that the lid was very heavy to seal it so tightly.
The short but formidable man in sunglasses lifted it with one hand, with ease. Not so simple, Lin Tian squinted his eyes slightly, wondering if the man might be an Ancient Martial Artist.
After the tripod lid was opened, Lord Gu began to add the dicinal herbs in a certain order, and when he had put half of them in, he ordered soone to bring over a fire basin.
Yes, Lord Gu used a fire basin to heat the dicinal cauldron, rather than using modern electrical devices or sothing like gas for the fire.
What was strange about this fire basin was that it was a bit different from others, due to the fire that burned inside it and the materials being burnt. The basin was filled not with wood, but with chunks of black matter resembling charcoal, yet the flas were a light blue color, very pure with no smoke at all.
"This really is fine charcoal, it must be great for barbecues," Lin Tian muttered softly.
"Humph, who told you this is charcoal, it’s carbon essence, dug out from underground, its formation process sowhat similar to coal. However, it’s not ordinary trees but rather a different substance that turns into carbon essence over ti and through the movents of the earth’s crust!" the Heavenly Master Girl transmitted.
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