Mo Qing Fu's injury was very serious.
This kind of forceful use of techniques that caused one's cultivation level to drop was very common in the Taoism community. Unless one consumes some extremely rare heavenly treasures, it is almost impossible to recover from. The cultivator will remain at the same level for the rest of his life.
Luckily, he met Ling Xian.
To someone like him, who inherited the Encyclopedia of Alchemy, this illness was nothing. It was a bit of an exaggeration to say he could cure it with a wave of his hand. However, with some time, he could completely cure it.
Therefore, Ling Xian decided to open the cauldron and brew a Healing Dan.
This Dan was recorded in the Encyclopedia of Alchemy. It was created by the Immortal of Alchemy, Liao Cang Qiong. It was not passed down to the world and was only recorded in the Encyclopedia of Alchemy. In other words, there were only two people who knew how to brew this Dan. One was Liao Cang Qiong, the other was Ling Xian.
Even though the Healing Dan was only of the eighth realm, it was created specifically for this kind of illness. Just like the Qing Hua Dan, it was extremely effective against this illness.
Mo Qing Fu only dropped two levels. Even if he fell from the Undefeatable Realm to a mortal, this Dan could cure him and restore his Qi to the tenth level. If the effects of this Dan were good, it could even elevate his Qi to the next level.
This was the meaning of the word "healing".
"Brother, based on what I know, this illness that burns one's Qi can only be cured by some legendary heavenly treasures. I have never heard of any Dans with such miraculous effects." Mo Qing Fu's eyes were still full of shock. But then, he frowned and his face revealed a trace of disappointment.
"Never heard of it means you are ignorant. It does not mean it doesn't exist." The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up and he comforted, "Alright, after I finish brewing, you will know if I am telling the truth or not. For now, stay by my side and protect me."
"I … Okay." Mo Qing Fu bitterly chuckled. Even though he was shocked by Ling Xian's achievement in both alchemy and cultivation, he was still a little skeptical.
This was normal. Losing one's cultivation level was not an ordinary injury. In the entire Taoism community, it was an incurable disease. Unless there were some extremely rare treasures, there was no way to cure it. As an Eighth Realm Alchemist, the most Ling Xian could do was brew Eighth Realm spiritual Dans. How could Mo Qing Fu believe him?
However, even if he didn't believe it, there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to try and protect Ling Xian so that he wouldn't be disturbed.
Seeing that Mo Qing Fu was protecting him, the corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. He felt a little proud, thinking that he was the future ruler of Yunzhou. Nobody dared to disrespect him. Yet at this moment, Mo Qing Fu was following his orders like a little brother. This feeling was quite comfortable.
Shaking his head, Ling Xian chased away all the distracting thoughts in his mind. He sat in silence for a while and then began brewing.
A silver flame appeared in his hand and entered the purple cauldron. The temperature in the air immediately increased. The Flame of Purity danced and danced inside the cauldron, emitting a temperature that could burn the sky and boil the sea.
"Next, it's time to put in the spiritual medicine."
Ling Xian waited for a while. Seeing that the cauldron had completely absorbed the Flame of Purity, he flapped around his sleeve and seven spiritual medicines appeared. He then threw them all into the cauldron. His spiritual energy also entered the cauldron.
The seven spiritual medicines were all acquired from the ancient ruins. Six of them were not used to brew the Healing Dan. However, Ling Xian did not seem to notice. He divided his Qi into seven parts and carefully controlled the Flame of Purity to burn the seven spiritual medicines that were of good quality.
Generally speaking, if one wanted to refine a pill, one must refine it according to the pill recipe. Especially the part about the spiritual medicine, there must not be the slightest mistake. If the medicinal properties were to clash with each other and the medicinal principles were not compatible, then it would result in failure. Even if the medicinal properties managed to merge together, there would be a huge difference in the medicinal effect, and it might even become a poisonous pill.
However, there are many spiritual Dans in the world, and there are always a few exceptions. The Healing Dan was one of them.
This Dan was created by Liao Cang Qiong after he became a First Realm Grandmaster. He created this Dan for a good friend of his who had lost his cultivation level. It was not passed down to the world, so it was not well known in the Taoism community. Nobody even knew the name of this Dan.
It required a total of seven spiritual medicines to brew. However, the magical part about this Dan was that it only required one main ingredient. The rest of the spiritual medicines could be combined as they wished as long as the medicinal properties did not clash with each other.
To Ling Xian, who had the Essence of Herbalism, this was a piece of cake and could be done with ease.
This was why he was so confident, and why he was so calm. He believed that he could cure Mo Qing Fu.
Just like that, after a while, the impurities of the seven spiritual medicines had been burned into nothingness by the Flame of Purity. What remained was the most essential part. Under the wrapping of the Godly Flame, it began to vibrate intensely.
Ling Xian faintly grinned, confident and at ease. He effortlessly manipulated his spiritual energy and allowed the two essences to merge and solidify into the shape of a Dan.
On the side, Mo Qing Fu watched the smooth brewing process with awe flashing across his eyes. He muttered to himself, "There is no hesitation at all. I can't believe his alchemy skills are so high … None of the Eighth Realm, no, Seventh Realm alchemists I've met can compare to him."
He was not wrong. After a hundred years, Ling Xian's alchemy skills were no longer of the Eighth Realm. Whether it was the control of fire, the knowledge of spiritual medicines, or the use of his spiritual energy, he had reached a height that normal alchemists could never hope to achieve. It was only because of the strength of his spiritual energy that he was unable to brew higher ranked Dans.
Don't forget, Ling Xian was Liao Cang Qiong's chosen inheritor. Not only did he possess the highest level of alchemy, but his alchemy skills were also highly praised by Liao Cang Qiong. On top of that, he had lived for a hundred years longer than others. Naturally, his alchemy skills were profound and profound. Even some Sixth Realm alchemists would feel ashamed and admit defeat before him.
Therefore, brewing an Eighth Realm Dan was extremely easy for Ling Xian. Before long, the seven essences had melted together.
"It's almost done. I can finish the Dan now."
Staring at the Dan that was slowly taking shape, Ling Xian squeezed his hands together and summoned out a few techniques. The red Dan immediately began to shine brightly, and a heavy aroma began to diffuse through the air. It made everyone feel refreshed and comfortable.
In the next second, the Dan began to crack and split into five Dans the size of a dragon's eye. They flew out of the cauldron and floated in midair, emitting waves of energy that belonged to an Eighth Realm Dan.
"It's done."
Ling Xian waved his hand and four of the Dans flew into his storage pouch. Only one was left floating in midair. That was reserved for Mo Qing Fu.
"Give it a try. Whether or not this Dan is useful, you will know after you try." Ling Xian grinned, his handsome face revealed a trace of confidence.
Staring at the red Dan, Mo Qing Fu hesitated, "I …"
"What? You're afraid that I will poison you?" Ling Xian frowned and glared at him, "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."
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