The Immortal Ascension

Chapter 27: Preparing Spirit Medicine

Before Doctor Mo returned to the mountain, Han Li knew that using the bottle in the Valley of Divine Hands was temporarily safe. Since he was the only person in the entire valley and outsiders rarely ventured in, there was no risk of any unexpected incidents during this period. This allowed him to use the small bottle with confidence and boldness.

Han Li estimated the time it would take for Doctor Mo to return to the mountain. He figured that Doctor Mo was unlikely to find any good medicinal herbs nearby and would probably have to venture to more remote areas, possibly deep into the uncharted mountains and forests. Only such secluded places held the hope of finding rare medicinal herbs. However, the journey there and back, combined with the time spent searching for the herbs, would take at least a year before Doctor Mo could return to the mountain.

It had already been nearly half a year since Doctor Mo left the mountain, and Han Li guessed that he would return to the Seven Mysteries Sect in about six or seven months. During the remaining time before his return, Han Li had to make the most of the opportunity to cultivate as many useful herbs as possible. He needed to systematically gather the herbs according to the rare formulas he knew, ensuring he didn’t waste the precious green liquid recklessly.

The medicines Han Li was about to prepare were those that could enhance his cultivation and help him break through bottlenecks. These were the same supreme-grade spirit medicines that Doctor Mo had once wanted to concoct but had never been able to gather the necessary ingredients for. Each of these medicines, if placed on the market, would be a treasure that could bankrupt ordinary families or spark fierce competition among the Jianghu.

Even with Doctor Mo’s exceptional medical skills, he had never seen any of these medicines in their finished form, let alone crafted them himself. Although Doctor Mo possessed the knowledge of how to prepare these medicines, the lack of ingredients had always left him sighing in frustration.

When Han Li had studied medicine under Doctor Mo, he had been deeply fascinated by these rare formulas. Although he had never dared to hope that he could one day prepare such precious medicines, he had memorized many of the formulas. Doctor Mo had been indifferent to Han Li’s enthusiasm for learning these formulas, answering his questions in detail without any attempt to conceal the information. Perhaps Doctor Mo had considered these formulas to be like "chicken ribs"—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

Now, these formulas had become Han Li’s most prized possessions. He diligently cultivated the herbs according to the required ages specified in the formulas, not daring to slack off in the slightest. He knew that time was running out, and he had to finish preparing these medicines before Doctor Mo returned. Once done, he would store the bottle away and never use it on the mountain again.

Han Li had no confidence that he could use the small bottle in front of Doctor Mo without revealing its secret. He was well aware of how shrewd and cautious Doctor Mo was, and he had no intention of letting Doctor Mo discover the bottle’s mystery.

Han Li felt that his relationship with Doctor Mo was peculiar, far from the typical bond between a master and disciple.

Doctor Mo often looked at him with a strange gaze, which made Han Li feel that the man was hiding some secret that could be detrimental to him. This feeling had grown even stronger in the past year or two, making it impossible for Han Li and Doctor Mo to share the closeness and openness of an ordinary master-disciple relationship.In daily life, Doctor Mo treated Han Li quite well. There were no beatings or harsh scoldings, and he spared no effort in creating the best possible conditions for Han Li to practice the chant. However, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between master and disciple, with an awkward atmosphere lingering between them.

Doctor Mo was clearly aware of this rift, yet he showed no intention of mending the relationship. He continued to act as usual, solely focusing on urging Han Li to progress in his chant practice. However, the strange look he used to give Han Li gradually diminished, and for a long time, it didn’t reappear.

Yet, Han Li’s keen sixth sense vaguely told him that Doctor Mo hadn’t truly abandoned his ulterior motives. Instead, he had cleverly concealed his desires. This made Han Li even more wary of Doctor Mo. Under such circumstances, how could he dare to reveal the secret of the bottle to him?

Han Li had learned a hard lesson from numerous history books: “One should not harbor ill intentions toward others, but one must always remain vigilant.” Whether Doctor Mo truly intended to harm him or if it was just Han Li’s mistaken intuition, being more cautious toward Doctor Mo was not a bad thing. If Doctor Mo indeed harbored ill intentions, Han Li’s heightened vigilance could protect him from harm. If it was just a misjudgment on his part, there was nothing wrong with being more alert. Han Li would never actively betray his master or commit any heinous acts. He would still be a good disciple to Doctor Mo, fulfilling his filial duties as a disciple should.

Thinking this, Han Li still felt somewhat uneasy. He and Doctor Mo were likely the only such strange master-disciple pair in the Seven Mysteries Sect. He couldn’t help but sigh.

The bottle absolutely could not be used after Doctor Mo returned. That was certain. After all, there were no walls in the world that didn’t leak. Even if he was lucky enough not to be discovered by Doctor Mo, someone else in the Seven Mysteries Sect might stumble upon his secret. The safest course of action was to put it away and act as if nothing had ever happened.

Having made up his mind and resolved to secretly store the bottle and not use it recklessly in the future, Han Li felt a sense of relief and drifted off to sleep on his bed.

Over the next few months, Han Li secretly used the green liquid from the bottle to cultivate a large batch of precious medicinal herbs. With these herbs, he concocted many rare medicines according to the recipes. However, he also experienced numerous failures during the process. Each failure pained Han Li greatly, as the herbs used to make these medicines were all extremely rare and valuable. Each failure meant a significant loss of silver. But this couldn’t be helped. These recipes were being attempted for the first time, and a few failures were inevitable. Even if Doctor Mo himself were to prepare these medicines, he would likely fail once or twice. Han Li could only console himself with this thought."Yellow Dragon Pills," "Clear Spirit Powder," "Golden Marrow Pills," and "Nourishing Essence Pills"—these rare and precious medicines, seldom seen in the outside world, were all stored in small bottles and neatly arranged before Han Li. As he gazed at these bottles, a look of joy spread across his face. With these miraculous Spirit Pills and Spirit Medicines, not only would he be able to master the fourth level of the chant, but even the fifth and sixth levels would not require much effort to achieve.

Among these medicines, the "Yellow Dragon Pills" and "Golden Marrow Pills" would be the most beneficial for his cultivation, both possessing the wondrous effects of increasing his power and transforming his body. The "Clear Spirit Powder," on the other hand, was a rare antidote in the world, capable of neutralizing hundreds of deadly poisons. Lastly, the "Nourishing Essence Pills" were a type of Spirit Medicine with remarkable efficacy for both internal and external injuries. No matter how severe the injury, taking just one of these pills could not only prevent death but also significantly alleviate the injury, ensuring survival.

(End of Chapter)