"The herb you mentioned that we can't find out no matter what is it, is the leaf of this divine artifact, Kunlun," the Underworld Lord said with certainty.
Ruoruo shook the jade box in her hand: "That's right, only I can pick the leaves from Kunlun, and only I can refine them."
"With such a disciple, what more could one ask for?" The old alchemist tugged at his beard, his heart filled with envy for the God of Green Wood.
That shameless Aoki, how incredibly lucky must he have been to have such a disciple?
"Now I'm going to start refining the life-saving pill." Ruoruo tossed the box in her hand and began refining the pill.
She still started twenty-four furnaces of pills at the same time, refining twenty-four kinds of pills. For each kind of pill, she selected twelve test subjects, fed them the pills one by one, and then observed their physical reactions and the reactions of the miasma.
Making elixirs is easy, but curing diseases is difficult.
Ruoruo only spent a little over fifteen minutes refining the pills, but she stayed up all night to observe the patients' reactions.
They continuously channeled their spiritual energy into their bodies to neutralize the medicinal properties, observe the changes, or restart the alchemy process to improve the prescription.
The little girl was sustained entirely by her spiritual energy. When she was exhausted, she would sit to the side and eat heartily without even closing her eyes.
Mo Jinyan, who was helping with the recording, was so tired that he was kicking his paws, but Ruoruo didn't stop at all.
The Underworld Lord didn't rest either, staying with Ruoruo the whole time. He always felt that this time they would succeed.
If he fails again this time, his underworld will probably be beyond saving.
After all, apart from this little girl, there is no one else in the entire Six Realms who can create their own alchemy techniques.
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