Shenhao: One dollar spike makes the world's richest man

Chapter 166 Doom 9
Yang Su looked at the top quality spiritual grass in front of him, his eyes almost popped out.

"Zhuo, is this... the best spiritual grass?"

Yang Su put down his book, and walked towards the broken pot where the best spiritual grass was planted.

Who would have thought that such a rare and top-quality spiritual herb would be placed in a broken clay pot with half a hole missing?

"My boy, is this made of your blood?"

"Yes!" The young man replied casually.

Just now Yang Su was concentrating on imparting medical skills, so he didn't see this top-quality spiritual herb.

I saw a small vortex formed around this top grade spiritual grass.

The whirlpool is surrounded by thick and mellow aura.

With such pure aura, you only need to smell it lightly, and you will feel refreshed, which will help you practice.

"My boy, how much blood have you wasted!"

Yang Su couldn't help feeling sorry for his apprentice.

"Not much, just a drop!"

Nangong Yu's words were astonishing, leaving Yang Su speechless.

With trembling hands, Yang Su gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Good guy, why is this disciple crazier than he was when he was young?

It’s just a drop of what it’s called!

If it wasn't for Yang Su being Nangong Yu's master, he would have already started to deal with the boy by this time.

How hated!
You must know that in this world, there will be no more than ten top-grade spiritual grasses at most.

This kid can so easily raise such a top-quality elixir, it seems that the blood in his body is far purer than he thought.

Yang Su didn't say any words of praise, but he had already praised his apprentice to the bottom of his heart.

He wants to be a strict teacher himself, and of course he also hopes that his apprentices can develop the quality of humility!

These days, people have to keep a low profile in order to achieve great things.

"My boy, the purple thunder root blood in your body is a rare blood. When you go out in the future, never reveal it to others. The world is dangerous, and many people outside use people with rare blood as snow slaves. You must be careful !"

Yang Su spoke earnestly to the boy.

The young man was puzzled: "Master, what is Xue Nu?"

Could it be bloodletting?

Yang Su's expression immediately became serious.

"Blood slaves, as the name suggests, are slaves who provide blood. In the black market, some people resell some elixir in order to make money. The supply of elixir has always been in short supply. Therefore, how to mass-produce these elixir has become the goal of these profit-seeking people. To make money by producing elixir, these people do not hesitate to control those with rare blood, regularly bleed them, and use their blood to feed Lingzhi."

"Anyone who becomes Xue Nu will be in pain."

Yang Su sighed after finishing speaking, sometimes God gives you opportunities and talents, and with them, there will be corresponding crises.

Although you have a rare bloodline that is easy to cultivate, but also because of this rare bloodline, countless people miss you.

Only when you are strong can you avoid such a tragedy.

Of course, there is another way, that is to live in seclusion.

But how many people can do it?

After hearing Yang Su's words, the young man felt terrified.

Didn't realize there was such a business!
Aren't you afraid of retribution?
It is obvious that the young Nangong Yu has not experienced much in the world, he has no idea how bottomless people can go in order to make money.

Yang Su has lived for more than [-] years, and he has long been an old fox, and he is no stranger to this kind of thing.

"Master, it's really scary!" the boy said in fear.

"Teacher, it doesn't matter, as long as you stop the bleeding immediately after the injury, there is usually no problem." Yang Su comforted the boy.

The boy let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing Master's description like this, he didn't dare to get hurt easily!
Yang Su continued to teach the young man medical knowledge, and there was less than a month left. He wanted to pass on the essence of medical skills to the young man.

Of course, practical courses are indispensable, and Yang Su trains his apprentices from the most basic alchemy.

Alchemy requires a special pill furnace to refine medicine, and Yang Su taught Nangong Yu the secret of refining medicine.

"Ordinary elixirs are first refined on a low fire, then turned to a high fire, and finally turned to a low fire."

Yang Su was in the alchemy room, fiddling with the young man.

"My boy, come and try!"

Seeing that the young man kept silent, Yang Su was a little anxious.

As my apprentice, does he understand or not?
I saw the young man in plain sackcloth manipulating the fire under the alchemy furnace with his powerful hands.

After a while, the fire in the stove was turned into a small fire.

Yang Su glanced at Huo and nodded appreciatively.

"Ruzi can be taught!"

Yang Su didn't expect that his apprentice was so smart.

It's just a click away!

If he hadn't lived for more than two hundred years, he would definitely be jealous of the boy in front of him!

You must know that although he is a medical saint, he was actually a little stupid when he was young.

He has won the title of Medical Sage now because of his hard work.

At this point, Yang Su felt that he was more and more reluctant to let his apprentice leave Ling Qingfeng.

"You set up a big fire for the teacher again."

Yang Su continued to supervise the boy.

The young man nodded, added some firewood at random, and adjusted the heat with a cattail fan.

According to the requirements of the Pharmacopoeia, the boy quickly refined a perfect ordinary Qi and blood pill.

Yang Su took a look at the freshly baked blood-colored elixir, it was in good condition.

It's time to teach the apprentice how to refine some top-quality pills.

"Come on, good student, I will teach you how to refine the best pill today as a teacher."

The top-grade elixir is very rare, and the price is also extremely high.

Just because it is very easy to make mistakes when refining, and if you are unlucky, you may refine dozens of times to produce a finished product.

And the precious medicinal materials consumed in the middle cannot be used again.

Rao is a medical sage like Yang Su, who has practiced alchemy for more than 100 years, but he can only make one top-quality elixir within ten times.

Alchemy is something that actually tests people's hearts.

Once your mind is dry, you will fail in alchemy in all likelihood.

"My dear student, before refining alchemy, the first thing my teacher will teach you is to hold your breath."

Haste makes waste, this is the truth that Yang Su has learned from alchemy for more than 100 years.

Hearing this, the young man curled his lips.

Master, what is this for? Don't you want to play tricks again!

"You refine 100 different ordinary pills for me first, and then my teacher will naturally teach you how to refine top-quality pills."

"...Yes, Master..."

The young man watched helplessly as his master strode out of the alchemy room.

Of course, before Yang Su left, he thoughtfully left the "Most Holy Pharmacopoeia" for his apprentice.

The boy had no choice but to open the alchemy section and start refining from the first pill introduced in the book.

It's summer, and although Yang Su's place is an enchantment, there is still some enthusiasm.

Not to mention the young man who has been facing the stove in the alchemy room.

"It's so hot!"

After refining the first elixir, Nangong Yu began to suffer unspeakably.

There is nothing in this alchemy room.

The young man only has hundreds of herbs in the compartment to accompany him, and one can imagine how boring it is.

The longer the alchemy took, the more sleepy the boy felt.

During the period, because of drowsiness, I also made a few pills.

"..."

The boy sighed wailingly at the pile of paste.

(End of this chapter)