"What...what are you doing?"
Ye Zhenshan stared at him with his mouth agape.
Lin Jinglong looked up and glanced at it.
"Alchemy? You don't understand it?"
"I am the eldest disciple of the Medicine King Sect, how could I not understand!"
Ye Zhenshan blushed.
"However, you've invested so much Qilin blood. If you succeed in refining it, it can extend someone's life by at least fifty years. But if you fail, those hundreds of drops of Qilin blood will be wasted!"
He felt that Lin Jinglong was wasting talent.
The success rate of using an eighth-grade elixir is not that high.
Lin Jinglong's method of refining pills is simply a waste of materials.
"What you said makes some sense."
"but……"
Lin Jinglong placed three catties of Qilin blood beside him.
A faint, cold smile played on his lips.
"I have plenty of Qilin blood, I'm not afraid of wasting it!"
He thought to himself, at worst he could go to Li Boyuan for another trade. The fact that the other party offered three catties of Qilin blood on the spot meant that he had more hidden away.
Even Lin Jinglong remained suspicious.
Li Boyuan really did raise a Qilin (a mythical creature).
Seeing his nouveau riche attitude, Ye Zhenshan's lips twitched, and he said with some annoyance, "Fine, if you want to waste it, that's your business. What a waste!"
The words fell.
The Qilin blood on Lin Jinglong's hand, along with the nearly twenty kinds of medicinal herbs, gradually merged into one.
Furthermore, a rich fragrance of cinnamon filled the room.
Everyone simply sniffed it and felt the refreshing effect, their attention inexplicably drawn to the fragrance...
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