What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Hey, bro.

When Li Ang turned around, a thin man wearing a floral shirt, with prominent, sunken eyes, called out to him.

He leaned closer mysteriously: "Hey bro, wanna get something?"

Li Ang's gaze swept over the top of his head.

[The threshold for death: Critical (long-term abuse of the Body Tempering Elixir, internal organs are burning, life is nearing its end)]

again.

Li Ang ignored him and continued walking around him.

"Don't go, brother!" the man persisted, following them again. "I have the purest quality here!"

He took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, which contained a pale blue liquid.

[Body Tempering Elixir (Inferior): Briefly stimulates the nerves, bringing a false sense of power and pleasure]

Li Ang stopped in his tracks.

What kind of body-tempering elixir is this?

In the world of cultivation, this is used by novice body cultivators to strengthen their muscles and bones, making it extremely precious.

But the "Body Tempering Elixir" here is truly deadly!

Seeing that Li Ang had stopped, the man thought he had a chance: "Not expensive, fifty dollars a bottle, but since I like you, I'll give you a discount to forty-five!"

Li Ang looked at him, then at the people around him whose eyes were unfocused and whose bodies were swaying.

They all use this kind of thing.

To exchange what little life they have left for a moment of pleasure.

Li Ang didn't buy it; he turned and left.

The man was still chattering away behind him, trying to sell his product, but Li Ang's thoughts had already drifted away.

Elixir.

His first thought was about the pills he needed to refine next.

If even something like this has a market.

Even the most basic pills used by outer disciples in the cultivation world, such as the "Neiyuan Pill" to regulate their bodies, are far more effective than these chemical wastes.

If it could be refined...

He thought of Jerome's daughter, Anna, the girl who suffered from congenital heart disease.

If there were a pill that could strengthen the body's foundation, nourish vital energy, and replenish life force, perhaps...

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

He needs a furnace for alchemy.

A furnace for alchemy is hard to find, but other things can be used as substitutes.

During his time in the cultivation world, conditions were harsh; he even used an ordinary person's iron pot to refine pills.

The key is the medicinal materials.

But the herbs I just bought are enough.

America is not a paradise for cultivating immortality; it doesn't have abundant spiritual herbs and elixirs, and the effects of the pills refined there cannot compare to those of the cultivation world.

But everything in the world can be used as medicine.

The key lies in how to combine the ingredients, how to use them as the main and auxiliary ingredients, and how to refine ordinary ingredients to extract that extraordinary medicinal property.

Li Ang walked on, then turned and found a kitchenware store in the market.

The shop was filled with all kinds of pots, pans, and utensils.

An overweight white man was staring intently at him from behind the cashier.

The cashier area, except for the only entrance and the place where transactions could be conducted, was almost entirely sealed off by bulletproof glass.

Li Ang glanced at the wide array of goods on the shelves.

There was a heavy cast iron pot with two handles, which looked quite old, its body blackened.

"Boss, how much is this?" Li Ang asked, pointing to the pot.

The boss glanced at him upon hearing this.

"Oh, it's been years, the pot lid is all gone."

"Ten dollars, no bargaining."

Li Ang walked over, picked up the pot and weighed it in his hand. The material was thick enough and the heat was evenly conducted, which could barely withstand the harsh requirements of the heat during alchemy.

"I want it."

He took the money out of his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper put the money in the register and joked, "Hey kid! You don't look like a chef, why did you buy such a professional pot? To stew meat?"

Li Ang ignored his joke and continued walking out with the pot in his hand.

It was only for the instant his gaze left Li Ang.

The light screen above his head that read "[Kill Line: Medium]" flickered almost imperceptibly.

As Li Ang walked out of the kitchenware store, the noise outside returned.

He now needs a quiet, secluded place, and most importantly, a place with a fire source.

A shelter is a place with too many people and too much attention, so it's obviously not suitable.

Although Jerome's RV was quiet, the space was too small, and starting a fire to refine pills would make too much noise and could easily attract unnecessary trouble.

As he walked, he used his photographic memory skill to quickly search through the maps of the neighborhoods he had walked through over the past few days.

Perhaps that abandoned cannery was a good choice before; it was a large and remote place.

But Victor could go back at any time, and if they run into each other, it would be troublesome.

Ultimately, one place became the focus of his mind.

West of the city.

There's a lot of junk there, under the suspension bridge. Maybe there are fire-starting tools or unwanted lighters among them.

Most importantly, the area is a melting pot of all sorts of people, so even if some black smoke billows out in the middle of the night, no one will care.

Half an hour later, under the suspension bridge.

Li Ang found a decent place, a dilapidated house, not particularly large.

It's more like an illegally constructed area than a dilapidated house; it's completely deserted.

Li Ang didn't know where the people from there had gone.

There were many bicycles and tires parked around, and the ground was piled with discarded parts and tools.

After searching around, Li Ang finally found a lighter, but it was almost out of ink.

There were many bushes around the place, and Li Ang casually collected some of the drier ones.

"Good luck."

Li Ang used some wooden branches to prop up the iron pot, and then found some flammable newspapers to start a fire.

Soon, as the newspaper caught fire, Li Ang kept adding firewood.

The pot is ready.

Fire, there it is.

Next are the medicinal herbs.

He laid out all the herbs he had bought at Pike Place Market during the day.

These are just plants that ordinary people would consider as seasonings or aromatherapy, but in Li Ang's eyes, they are spiritual materials containing different medicinal properties.

Although the medicinal effect is weak, it's better than nothing.

While other herbs might be hard to find even in America, they are more than enough to make the "Ecstasy Pill".

He wanted to practice with this lowest-grade elixir first, to regain his feel for it, and at the same time test the limits of the medicinal properties of ordinary medicinal herbs in this world.

Li Ang focused intently as he placed each medicinal herb into the pot.

The medicinal herbs quickly charred and turned to ash under the high temperature.

Failed.

The heat was too intense, and the iron pot's thermal conductivity was far inferior to that of a real alchemical furnace.

This was expected.

He adjusted the way the firewood was stacked to make the flames more stable and gentler.

The second time, he focused intently, concentrating his mental energy to perceive every subtle change in the temperature inside the pot.

This time, the meat slowly curled up in the pan, releasing a rich aroma, but it didn't immediately burn.

There's a chance!

Li Ang immediately added the medicinal herbs one by one according to his memory.

In the world of cultivation, he has the aid of divine sense, which allows him to control things precisely.

Now, we can only rely on our eyes, our sense of smell, and the intuition honed over the past century.

Sweat seeped from Li Ang's forehead and slid down his cheeks.

The liquid in the pot had changed from dark green to dark brown.

The crucial moment has arrived.