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"It's in the Qi Condensation Realm."

Taoist Master Wu Sheng looked at Jiang Hao in surprise. He did not expect that this successor of Jiang's medical school was a vitality practitioner and had reached the Qi Condensation state.

Lin Zhipeng got up with the help of the little Taoist priest and glared at Jiang Hao. He never expected that this inconspicuous boy in front of him would actually reach the Qi Condensation state. He said angrily: "If I hadn't consumed my vitality by refining the medicine, I wouldn't be here just now." I must teach you a lesson."

"Xiao Jiang."

Zhou Zhongtang immediately went up to hold Jiang Hao and shook his head at him.

Although Lin Zhipeng made the first move, this is a Taoist temple after all.

"Zhipeng, please stop being rude."

Taoist Master Wu Sheng also shouted, feeling that his beloved disciple was too impulsive.After all, the failure of refining the medicine was originally their fault.

Taoist Master Wu Sheng sighed and said to Zhou Zhongtang: "Mr. Zhou, we won't be able to refine this heart-protecting elixir for a while."

Zhou Zhongtang stopped and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's think of other ways."

"Sage, can you lend me the alchemy furnace?" But Jiang Hao suddenly said to Taoist Wu Sheng.

Zhou Zhongtang, Taoist Master Wu Sheng, and everyone were stunned and did not respond to Jiang Hao's words.

But Lin Zhipeng glared and hummed: "Boy, can't you borrow the alchemy furnace to refine the heart-protecting elixir?"

"Just because you can't practice it doesn't mean that others can't practice it."

Regarding Lin Zhipeng's blind arrogance and indifferent attitude, Jiang Hao didn't need to show his face at all.

"Hmph, you are just a little doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Don't think that just because you are in the Qi Condensation realm, you think you can make medicine. Do you really think that making medicine is such a simple matter?" Lin Zhipeng snorted disdainfully. He didn't believe Jiang Hao could do it at all. Refining medicine.

"Xiao Jiang, let's forget it. Let's think of other treatment methods for An An, and it doesn't necessarily have to be the Heart Protection Pill."

Zhou Zhongtang also felt that Jiang Hao was exaggerating. After all, refining medicine was not a simple matter, and Jiang Hao was not a pharmacist, let alone refining a third-grade heart-protecting pill.

"Mr. Zhou, give me some time, and while I study the third-grade refining method, I will definitely be able to refine the Heart-Protect Pill." Lin Zhipeng assured Zhou Zhongtang confidently.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, Zhipeng has just started refining the third-grade elixir, so there will inevitably be failures. After he studies for a while, he will definitely refine the heart-protecting elixir for you." Taoist priest Wu Sheng naturally spoke for his beloved disciple.

I was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Hao. I felt that this young man took refining medicine too easily and thought that anyone could make medicine.

"Xiao Jiang, why don't you give them some time?"

Zhou Zhongtang also saw reason and persuaded Jiang Hao, not wanting him to offend Taoist Wu Sheng and others.

"Mr. Zhou, I would like to ask, apart from Mr. Sheng, is there anyone else nearby who can refine medicine?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Within a few hundred miles around, we are the only ones in Wuliang Taoist Temple who know how to refine medicine. If we can't do it, it's useless for you to ask anyone." Lin Zhipeng said arrogantly.

Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at this guy. The more he looked at him, the more unhappy he became, as if the earth would stop spinning without him.

Zhou Zhongtang knew what Jiang Hao wanted to say, so he pulled him and persuaded him in a low voice: "Xiao Jiang, we are not alchemists, and we have no ability to point fingers at others. Just give them a period of time to study, and wait for An An's illness to be delayed until they can practice." Come out with the Heart-Protect Pill, and it won’t be too late for us to treat him.”

"No."

Jiang Hao shook his head and said seriously: "An'an's heart is deteriorating day by day. We must not delay it any longer. It will become more and more serious and difficult to treat."

"Have you heard that he has found a matching heart? Then let him get a new heart." Lin Zhipeng snorted.

Jiang Hao glared and said coldly to him: "I promised him that I would keep his heart."

"Tch, you are so capable, so don't let us refine the Heart-Protection Pill." Lin Zhipeng sneered disdainfully.

Jiang Hao glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "From the beginning, I never thought that I would rely on you to refine the Heart Protection Pill."

"What do you mean."

Lin Zhipeng stared, feeling that Jiang Hao was despising them.

Even Taoist Priest Wu Sheng was a little unhappy. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Xiao Jiang, I know that your Jiang School of Medicine is very powerful, but you are not an alchemist after all."

"Who said that Jiang's Medical School can't refine medicine?"

Jiang Hao snorted coldly: "In our Jiang's Medical School, there once appeared a king of alchemy!"

"King of Medicine..."

Zhou Zhongtang was stunned, as if he thought of something, and exclaimed: "I remember, I heard your grandfather said that Jiang Yaolin, the 13th generation ancestor of Jiang's Medical School, is an alchemist, right?"

"Well, Mr. Zhou is right. One of my ancestors is a seventh-grade alchemist and is known as the King of Medicine." Jiang Hao nodded.

Elder Wu Shengdao raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said: "It seems that there is a medicine king named Jiang, but I didn't expect that he is actually from your Jiang family medical sect."

"What's there to say about old things? Is it possible that one of your ancestors is still alive today?" Lin Zhipeng expressed disdain.

"If any of my ancestors were still alive today, it would have nothing to do with you." Jiang Hao said coldly.

"Boy, I advise you not to be too arrogant." Lin Zhipeng glared at Jiang Hao, wanting to teach this boy a lesson.

Jiang Hao ignored him and said to Master Wu Sheng, "Sage, I have no other request. I just want to lend you the alchemy furnace."

"This…"

Taoist Master Wu Sheng was a little hesitant. This alchemy furnace was left behind by his master. It is also the most precious treasure of the Taoist temple. How can he just borrow it?

"Xiao Jiang, are you really sure?"

Zhou Zhongtang looked at Jiang Hao and felt that there was something in this kid's stomach since he moved out the No. 13 King of Medicine of the Jiang family.

"Master, lend it to him to practice."

Lin Zhipeng stared at Jiang Hao and sneered: "I want to see how he refined the third-grade heart-protecting elixir."

Taoist Master Wu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, but don't use too much force and destroy my alchemy furnace."

"Don't worry, Old Saint, your alchemy furnace is not that easy to destroy. It is a fifth-grade alchemy furnace." Seeing Taoist Master Wu Sheng agreed, Jiang Hao said with a smile.

Taoist Master Wu Sheng looked at Jiang Hao in surprise. He didn't expect that he could see the inner world of the alchemy furnace at a glance.

Jiang Hao no longer hesitated, walked to the alchemy furnace, and asked the two young Taoist priests to quickly clean up all the other residues in the alchemy furnace. Then he took the last bag of medicinal materials for refining the heart-protecting elixir and spread them aside.

Ma Xiao Dongfang, Tan Ya and Tang An'an, as soon as they heard that Jiang Hao was going to refine the heart-protecting elixir, they all ran back and stood at the door to watch curiously. Even other little Taoist priests also came to watch.

"Boy, it's too late for you to regret it now."

Lin Zhipeng, who had regained his breath, looked at Jiang Hao who was playing with the medicinal materials and sneered: "You are not even a first-grade alchemist, but you also want to refine third-grade elixirs. It's just wishful thinking."

"You haven't practiced it yet." Jiang Hao chuckled.

Lin Zhipeng snorted coldly: "You really think that refining medicine is as simple as curing a small cold. You need to try and fail to make medicine before you can succeed."

Jiang Hao placed the medicine, turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "How about we make a bet?"