Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Most of the demons were sent to mine on Jieyun Mountain, along with a group of lesser demons who patrolled the outer perimeter of the mountain. Therefore, the defenses of the Demon Lord's palace were not very strict.

Ning Fusang transformed into an ordinary little demon and explored the terrain of the Demon Lord's palace.

The main hall was the residence of the Demon Lord of Jieyun Mountain, so Ning Fusang naturally wouldn't go there to explore.

According to her understanding, the place where the Crimson Blood Poison Pill and Silver Frost Pill were developed should be a secluded location.

Ning Fusang sniffed the air and looked west; the smell of herbs seemed stronger in that direction.

Suddenly, two little demons carrying baskets on their backs emerged from around the corner. Ning Fusang immediately used a wood concealment technique to hide inside a ginkgo tree.

The two little demons were of ambiguous gender, with delicate features, wearing double buns, and their brows were slightly furrowed, as if they were troubled.

"The blood-growth herbs around here are almost all harvested. I only dug up two today. Will the apothecary be angry?"

The boy in green robes, with his hands on the straps of his basket, sighed, "Ever since mining started on Jieyun Mountain, the mountain has always been shrouded in smoke and dust. Even grass doesn't grow much anymore, let alone blood fungus."

Originally, Jieyun Mountain had a beautiful landscape, but since the large-scale mining, the fertile soil has been completely lost, leaving only large areas of exposed rocks.

Moreover, blood fungus prefers moist soil, but there is too much smoke and dust in the clouds and little moisture, and it hasn't rained for a long time.

How could such a harsh environment possibly produce herbs for alchemy?

Two little demons walked one after the other.

After turning the corner, the little demon in green realized that his companion hadn't followed, so he stopped and looked back.

A child dressed in pink suddenly appeared in front of him and asked curiously, "Xi Yan, why aren't you leaving?"

Xi Yan didn't notice anything amiss with her companion. "I noticed you hadn't followed..."

The girl in pink, now Ning Fusang in disguise, said with a smile, "The straps on the basket were loose, but I adjusted them. It's fine now. Let's hurry and deliver the herbs."

"The apothecary is still waiting to use the medicinal herbs."

Having accessed the memories of the girl in pink, Ning Fusang lowered her eyes, deep in thought.

She thought that Blood Ganoderma and Aquilaria sinensis were for making the Crimson Blood Poison Pill, but there was also Qi-Nourishing Ginseng in the basket. Even though she didn't understand alchemy, she knew that this was clearly a tonic.

The medicine that pharmacist concocted was neither the Crimson Blood Poison Pill nor the Silver Frost Pill.

Could it be that the Demon Lord of Jieyun Mountain has some hidden injury, and this pill was made for that Demon Lord?

Unfortunately, this young medicine boy didn't know much, and Ning Fusang couldn't get any useful information.

With just this little bit of information, she couldn't figure out anything more.

Xi Yan replied with a "Okay," then turned around and continued walking forward.

Ning Fusang now knew the way, and walked through the narrow path into a garden gate.

The fence on both sides encloses a small medicinal herb garden, where some common medicinal herbs are planted.

A palace with its doors wide open, and in the main hall in the center, a huge alchemy furnace, a full ten feet tall, stands.

In the side hall next door, there were also several alchemy furnaces, which looked much smaller in comparison.

A wave of scorching heat and a faint medicinal fragrance rushed towards me.

Inside the hall, the little demon boy fanned the air with a palm-leaf fan, while outside, the little demons washed the medicinal herbs and pounded them, each performing their duties in an orderly manner.

Ning Fusang and Xi Yan put down their baskets and waited outside the main hall.

Before long, a hunched-back, old-looking demon emerged from behind the giant cauldron. His eyes, however, were sharp as a hawk's. He glanced at the medicinal herbs in the basket on his back and said, "Two ingredients are missing."

Ning Fusang was pulled down to kneel by Xi Yan. She placed her hands flat on her forehead and did not say a word.

Xi Yan kowtowed several times, pleading guilty: "Master Pharmacist, please calm down. It's just that we can't find any Blood Ganoderma or Golden Sun Flower on Jieyun Mountain. If you want to punish someone, punish me instead. I only beg you to consider that Xuan Cao is still young and let me take the blame in her place!" Xuan Cao is the pink-clad girl who was replaced by Ning Fusang.

Her true form is a daylily, which is difficult to even awaken to intelligence, let alone take human form.

In truth, she was able to take human form thanks to the guidance of the pharmacist, making her practically his disciple.

However, daylilies are afraid of fire and heat, and the temperature in the alchemy room was torture for them, so the pharmacist assigned them and Xi Yan to pick medicinal herbs.

Looking at the blank-eyed girl in pink, the pharmacist said, "Put down the herbs and go to the garden to water them and catch the insects."

"Thank you, Pharmacist."

Ning Fusang stood up, glanced at Xi Yan, smiled at Xuan Cao, and silently uttered two words, "It's nothing."

Ning Fusang's expression was indifferent.

She's not a daylily, why would she care about this little fairy who washes inkstones?

However, it seems that this pharmacist is quite lenient with this little demon named "Xuancao," which makes it much easier for her to access the medicinal materials for refining the Crimson Blood.

Several little demons who were cleaning the medicinal herbs kept stealing glances at the girl in pink.

"She picked two fewer herbs, but the apothecary didn't punish her. Daylilies are really valued."

"Everyone knows she was enlightened by the Pharmacist, so naturally the Pharmacist will favor her."

"It was Xi Yan who took the punishment for her."

"Hmph, Xi Yan only plays with Xuan Cao because she sees that the pharmacist favors her."

"That only applies if she is a daylily. If other demons make mistakes, the Pharmacist will not allow them to take the punishment on their behalf."

The little demon washing the ginseng scoffed and said disdainfully, "No matter how favored she is, she's just a lowly daylily, and her cultivation is limited to this. What use is she besides helping the apothecary pick herbs? At least we have the opportunity to learn alchemy, but she can't even get into the alchemy room."

Ning Fusang listened to these absurd words without any change in his heart.

Whether human or demon, once they possess intelligence, they cannot escape joy, anger, resentment, hatred, the seven emotions and six desires, jealousy, and comparison.

Ning Fusang went to the water vat, filled a bucket with water, and used the bucket to water the medicinal herbs in the medicine garden.

On a purple-leaved medicinal herb in front of her, a red spider the size of an ant was crawling. Under the guise of catching the insect, Ning Fusang tucked the spider-bitten leaf into her sleeve.

The Crimson Blood Poison Pill was personally refined by the pharmacist, but the Silver Frost Pill, which was distributed every half month, was developed by the apprentice pharmacist.

The purple medicinal herb in front of Ning Fusang is one of the ingredients for the elixir.

She tilted her head and looked into a side hall.

A little demon, with its sleeves rolled up and a mallet in hand, was stirring in the alchemy furnace.

The other little demons were kneading the pills like dough.

After the pills were rolled out and left to rest for a while, a layer of silvery frost appeared on their surface.

This is the Silver Frost Pill.

Ning Fusang never expected that the Silver Frost Pill was made by these demonic hands.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. How could their alchemy skills possibly reach the stage of condensing a pill?

The demon race has always lagged far behind human alchemists in the art of alchemy.

They too had to admit that the Heavenly Dao created all things, but it favored only the human race, a race both weak and powerful. (End of Chapter)