Battle Through the Heavens: Purple Heaven Thunder Emperor

Chapter 36 Appraisal

Xiao Bai stared at him with his deep eyes, said nothing, and pointed to the stone bench beside him.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan had no choice but to reluctantly walk over and sit down, touching his nose and chuckling awkwardly:

"Brother Bai, I really didn't mean to. I saw the door was wide open, so I just came in."

"Alright! I need to talk to your teacher!" Xiao Bai waved his hand, interrupting him.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief; at least they weren't here to cause him trouble.

"Xiao Bai, what business do you have with this old man?"

At this moment, the old apothecary floated out of the ring, stroked his little mustache, and smiled.

Although only a soul remains now, it still possesses a certain grandeur.

"Well, senior, you are very knowledgeable. There is something I am not sure about, and I would like to ask you to take a look!" Xiao Bai said with a smile.

The old apothecary was puzzled upon hearing this. In his mind, Xiao Bai was not like his foolish disciple, who was ignorant and could not even see things clearly.

Besides, if Xiao Bai can't judge, how can his little girlfriend not?

This person's background is no simple matter; his body contains the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame, which ranks fourth on the list of strange flames.

To be able to absorb such a strange fire at this age and with this level of cultivation, it must be the work of a powerful expert at the Dou Sheng level. Presumably, they must come from that terrifying imperial clan, and their knowledge and experience are naturally extraordinary.

It can be said that few people in the Central Plains can match the knowledge of these two. Could something that even they cannot grasp be some rare and precious object?

The old apothecary looked solemn, and at the same time, he was very curious about what it was.

Xiao Xun'er, standing to the side, also looked at Xiao Bai, feeling a mix of curiosity and slight resentment:

"Brother Xiao Bai, let Xun'er take a look at what we have at home first. What if it's something that can't be revealed?"

Xiao Yan put aside his embarrassment and looked at Xiao Bai with anticipation.

He loved listening to his teacher and Brother Bai talk about these things; he felt that listening to them broadened his horizons and opened his mind.

Xiao Bai reached into his storage ring and took out a small white porcelain bottle, which he placed on the stone table.

Everyone stared at the small porcelain bottle, their eyes filled with curiosity as they examined it closely.

After looking at it for a while, everyone nodded. "Hmm, it shouldn't be this bottle. It's just an ordinary porcelain bottle. It seems that's what's inside."

Looking at everyone's expressions, Xiao Bai was speechless. It's just a first-grade pill, what are you all doing?

The old apothecary beckoned, and the bottle floated into his hand. He carefully uncorked the bottle and peeked inside.

When the old doctor saw what was inside, he was stunned. Wasn't this the Blood Clotting Powder?

Then I felt a little speechless, a little embarrassed, and a little angry.

At this moment, the old apothecary wanted to throw the bottle away and pointed at Xiao Bai's nose, cursing:

"Xiao Bai, are you trying to play me for fools? You dare to bring a Grade One Blood-Coagulating Powder to an Eighth-Rank Alchemist for evaluation?"

However, he didn't say it out loud. Some things were just his imagination, and he thought that the kid had something extraordinary.

He had been so serious about it beforehand, afraid that saying he didn't know them in front of the younger generation would damage his image as a master.

The old apothecary looked at Xiao Bai with a sinister gaze. This brat was indeed no good; he was full of evil schemes.

Xiao Xun'er and Xiao Yan looked at Yao Lao, waiting for him to tell them what was inside. They noticed his strange expression and wondered if this old man (the teacher) didn't know either.

My curiosity was immediately piqued.

Xiao Bai was also completely confused. The old doctor glanced at the Blood Clotting Powder and his expression changed erratically. He even looked up and stared intently at him, which made Xiao Bai a little puzzled.

"Senior, is there something wrong with this thing?" Xiao Bai asked cautiously.

It's no wonder he did this. After the main pill was refined, he caught a few rabbits in the back mountain to experiment with it, and the result was a bit unexpected, so he consulted the old medicine master today.

Thinking of those rabbits made Xiao Bai feel a bit embarrassed.

That day, after he made a cut on a rabbit, he gave it a blood-clotting powder. As a result, after the rabbit ate the pill, it first convulsed and lay on the ground, with blood gushing from its wound.

At the time, Xiao Bai was shocked and felt a little guilty, not expecting that the pills he had refined really had a problem.

Judging from the rabbit's appearance, it's probably not going to make it any closer. I'm thinking I'll roast it later as a way of repaying it.

But after a short while, the wound visibly healed, and the rabbit jumped up again, and Xiao Bai felt that it was exceptionally energetic at this moment.

The rabbit twitched its nose, ran to a female rabbit, pounced on her, and began a fierce hand-to-hand fight.

Seeing this, Xiao Bai was a little incredulous. Could it be that what he refined was not blood clotting powder, but a small blue pill?

Several days have passed since this incident, but every time Xiao Bai thinks about it, he wonders if his talent for alchemy has gone astray.

Upon hearing Xiao Bai's question, the old apothecary glanced at the purplish-red pill in the small porcelain bottle and said irritably:

"It's just a blood-clotting powder, what's the big deal? Huh?"

He seemed to notice something was wrong, and hurriedly poured out the pill, holding it in his hand and examining it carefully, his face showing surprise.

At this moment, the old medicine master kept muttering to himself.

"This shouldn't be happening. This is clearly a blood-clotting powder, so how can there be energy fluctuations within it?"

In the Dou Qi Continent, each grade of pill has a unique method of identification.

First-grade pills: have a very faint medicinal taste and possess certain therapeutic and amplifying effects.

Second-grade pills: The medicinal taste is still weak, but the efficacy is significantly improved compared to first-grade pills.

Grade 3 pills: These pills are more effective than Grade 2 pills, have a wider variety of effects, and are more expensive.

Grade 4 pills: They exude a strong medicinal fragrance and are accompanied by energy fluctuations. The stronger the fragrance, the higher the quality of the pill.

But at this moment, the old doctor was very puzzled. The pill in his hand was clearly of a weak medicinal flavor and was a first-grade pill, but it had the energy fluctuations that only a fourth-grade pill could have.

This energy is quite complex, containing both the extremely yang and powerful energy of thunder, and a refreshing energy of wood spirit. It is subtle and not easily overlooked if you don't look closely.

Moreover, this extremely yang and powerful thunderous aura seemed very familiar; it was the same aura of Xiao Bai's crimson thunder. Upon realizing this, Yao Lao was greatly shocked.

He didn't believe Xiao Bai could successfully refine pills; it would be a miracle if someone with lightning attributes could refine pills. So, after buying the medicine at the Mittel Auction House, he didn't think much of it.

This kid underestimates alchemists. If anyone could refine medicine with any attribute, alchemists wouldn't be so revered.

Moreover, he had a plan: if the kid regretted trading the eighth-grade alchemist's inheritance, he would exchange other things for the strange fire.

But now, looking at the pill in his hand, it was indeed a Blood Coagulation Pill, and the extremely yang and powerful thunderous aura was also correct.

"Xiao Bai, you didn't make these pills, did you?"

The old doctor exclaimed in surprise, his voice slightly trembling. He felt that this had greatly impacted his preconceived notions, and suddenly he felt as if he no longer recognized the world.

If lightning-attribute alchemy becomes possible in the future, will alchemists still be respected?

(End of this chapter)