The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

As we all know, overwork usually leads to aches and pains all over the body...

As Yunevo rubbed his back, he blew away a little dust from the counter. He and Iserlia had only done a simple cleaning of the room last night.

There were still some stains on the shelves that required special cleaning methods to remove, and several dark spots on the floor were exposed due to corrosion by an unknown agent.

Undoubtedly, the place still exudes the desolate atmosphere left by the previous owner's escape and arrest—but Yonivo didn't open the shop to make money.

"By the way... are we opening today?"

Iseria ran down the stairs in her leather boots, her long, off-white hair cascading down her head as she peered out from behind the railing.

Today she wore a new plain-colored long dress that Eunice had recently purchased, with exquisitely embroidered lace on the neckline and cuffs—she couldn't help but want to twirl it.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll open today."

Yunevo poured out the overpriced raw materials he had bought at the end of Alchemy Street like beans spilling out, and mineral fragments, "weeds" and "miscellaneous items" immediately filled the entire table.

These things are hardly related to "alchemy potions," making the shop more like a "two-dollar general store."

"Yonev... why are these things completely different from what other pharmacies sell?"

Iseria had somehow arrived downstairs and leaned on the counter, tilting her head as she asked.

"What we need first is tools," Yunev was sketching out a blueprint for alchemical equipment in his mind.

Even though he has been here for so many years, his memory has not diminished but rather increased—whether it is any alchemical principle he has ever seen, or every word printed in those obscure textbooks from his previous life.

"Tools? Like those craftsmen who first forge a hammer, then use the hammer to forge an anvil, and finally use the anvil to hammer out even better tools?"

"Smart," Yunevo patted Iselia's head and took out a piece of rough iron from the sorted materials.

"Lesson 1: How to handcraft a high-grade crucible using inferior materials..."

This decomposition included many "elements" that have not yet been officially named in this world, such as impurities like silicon, manganese, sulfur, and phosphorus.

People only know that high temperatures are needed to burn off impurities when smelting iron, but they don't know the nature of those impurities.

Teaching this little girl physics and chemistry from scratch... it would be the death of him.

"Just kidding, you wouldn't learn it even if I taught you~"

Yunevo looked at Iseria, who had a serious expression on her face, and chuckled as he tapped her on the head.

"Yonev!"

……

Two hours later, the ground floor of the shop was almost covered with all sorts of magic circles, and then Iseria was used as a human to move them... It was definitely a semi-automatic assembly line.

"Yonev... what are those green lights on you that are heading towards the magic circle?" Iseria asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, I'm just risking my life..."

Gazing at the fluctuating "life force" of Yunevona, Iseria hesitated several times before speaking.

"Alright, it's all over now. You can take all the equipment up to the second floor. Be careful not to fall."

Yunefu wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The mental strain of rubbing all the experimental equipment needed for the entire large laboratory was too much for him, even though he was a transmigrator with extremely strong mental strength.

Iseria picked up a transparent condenser tube, looked at it in the morning light by the window, and asked softly.

"Can it really be used? It looks... so strange, and so fragile."

"Believe in science... alchemy."

……

At noon, the "modern" laboratory on the second floor of the shop was already fully renovated. The two of them, who had just finished a quick lunch, settled down there, one asking questions and the other answering patiently.

"Yonev, what's the purpose of those three thin sticks stuck on the table outside? They smell really good."

"Bathing and burning incense, sincerity is key to efficacy; these are the basic procedures for alchemy."

"For you... isn't alchemy just about drawing those little circles and patterns?"

"Only when customers see such professional and high-end equipment will they feel comfortable making a purchase, so we'll be putting some spare equipment into the display case at the counter later."

Iseria blinked, seemingly not understanding what Yunevo meant.

"Actually, making potions in batches... it's a bit too much for my mental health."

"Those patterns and stuff...we'll use them once we get the custom orders."

Yunevo answered Iselia's repeated questions without slowing down his movements in the slightest.

He was pouring a murky herbal mixture, which had undergone a complicated process, into the extraction device, and then started the magnetic stirring device, waiting for the results.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully creating another healing potion.]

[Quality Assessment: Excellent]

Purity: 91%

[Purchase of relevant medicinal materials is now open]

Yunefu extinguished the magic source firestone used for heating, and used his homemade glass rod to dab a little onto the test paper—the paper glowed with a faint red light.

"A purity of 91%... there's no need for further purification using a decomposition array."

"Then...then it'll be very expensive! Like those potions on the street that are priced at one gold coin but only have an 80% purity, they'll be even more expensive!"

Iseria couldn't help but lean closer to look at the liquid sealed in the exquisite glass bottle.

"Of course not. The stable industrial process... the suppliers I deal with directly always offer me a price that's halved."

Yonivore then took out a few more empty bottles and mixed them with freshly cooled distilled water.

"Different concentrations correspond to different prices, catering to different customers," he said softly. "The key to an item is quality, not price."

……

As night fell again, the shelves on the first floor of the shop were filled with various kinds of medicine.

Healing potions, magic potions, antidotes... about ten commonly used and basic potions are further listed according to their concentration, with handwritten prices that vary but are all lower than the market price.

Yonivo pulled out a chair from the counter, slumped into it, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Yonev, are you alright?" Iseria gently nudged his shoulder.

"It's burned out..." Yunevo seemed somewhat weak, feeling as if his entire body was protesting his overexertion.

Iseria smiled and handed Yunevo a glass of warm water mixed with honey. Then she went around to the counter and, imitating Yunevo's actions during the day, began to organize the medicine bottles.

"According to you, I'll be the boss's wife tomorrow, so you are...?"

"A corpse, or rather, a mascot shaped like a human."

"Really... who talks about themselves like that..." Iseria pouted and went over to tap Yunevo on the head.

"Cheer up! Get ready for tomorrow's opening!"