Chapter 969: Alchemists don't like it? As long as the user likes it, that's all

The giant god in the sky was refining medicine with a cauldron, and his energy was soaring into the sky that it instantly suppressed all the local anomalies around him.

Zhang Xiaokai felt it was particularly unreal.

But the source of the divine power is indeed the master in front.

However, this god in the form of black mist was somewhat different from the divine power that Zhang Xiaokai had experienced in the temple. He did not have the warmth of burning faith, but was cold and sharp.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Xiaokai quickly ran over and said, "Master, Master, this is too much noise, it will attract a lot of people, and it will be even more difficult for you to make the elixir!"

Lian Danzi waved his hand, and the towering god suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Master, we'd better change places first."

Zhang Xiaokai thought of a solution quickly: "Although it will only last for a short time, it will also attract the attention of many alchemists."

"We are too conspicuous. If we stay here, we will definitely be suspected. Let's go to my place... That is the territory of the Green Cotton Tree Clan. If there are any strange phenomena, we can also say that they are the strange objects of the Green Cotton Tree Clan. Anyway, this kind of situation does happen."

Lian Danzi nodded.

Then, Shali drove in the direction indicated by Zhang Xiaokai.

Along the way, they saw many alchemists rushing towards this place, and asked them about the situation. Zhang Xiaokai and Shali only said that they saw the black light and did not dare to approach, and they knew nothing else.

Zhang Xiaokai's family opened a scrap house next to the transit area where the Green Straw Coat Clan lived.

The transit area is a term used by the Jindan people, but it is actually the excretion area of ​​the Green Straw Coat Clan.

This group of cursed creatures like to eat all kinds of things, and those that cannot be digested will be excreted here.

Alchemists would look for materials here, but they would sift through the scrap house. They wouldn't go directly to those smelly places to dig for things.

Finding suitable materials from large amounts of excrement is a skill in itself, similar to gold panning.

Liandanzi was very curious about this.

So along the way, Zhang Xiaokai said to her: "Master, to recover the useful things in it, first shovel a lot of stone-like dung into a reclamation vehicle, then sift out the easy-to-find materials, and then add water to them and stir them to soften them. The mud will be spread on the ground and divided into many small pieces, and then people will find them one by one."

"It's hard work, tiring and dirty. But the dry waste that is sifted out of impurities will be purchased by botanists for fertilizer research."

"Some of the recovered bones, pottery, metals, glass, keratin, chitin, etc. can be sold to alchemists, and some can be sold to craftsmen, who will process them and sell them as handicrafts."

"Everyone knows about the junkyard, but few are willing to work there for a long time, because after a while, there will be a rotten smell on your body that cannot be eliminated."

Arriving at my long-lost home, it still looks the same.

There were farm-like block fields, but these were used to spread manure, a large barn for storing dried manure, and a house made of stone and wood.

From a distance, the dog at home ran out, wagging its tail and jumping around wildly at Zhang Xiaokai.

Zhang Xiaokai introduced the situation of his family along the way.

Both parents were at home today, and when they learned that their son's master and senior sister had arrived, they quickly poured tea and water and were very enthusiastic.

"I didn't expect that there would be an alchemist willing to take this child in. He has been interested in alchemy since he was a child, tinkering with bottles and jars. He likes this."

"This child is good in all other aspects, except that he tends to have wild thoughts sometimes. Don't mind him. He is very honest and serious in his work, and he doesn't hurt anyone."

"Anyway, thank you so much."

Zhang Xiaokai discovered that the master had been staring at his father.

"Your body is severely depleted."

The father rubbed his hands and smiled nervously: "This is the way it is in this line of work. The working hours are long and my whole body aches. Fortunately, my eldest son is helping me now, so I can relax a little."

Lian Danzi asked: "Do many people have this problem?"

"It's inevitable for anyone who runs a junk shop. To find those things you have to use a pitchfork to rake them over and over again. You have to bend over at the waist to look, use your eyes, and use your hands to find them. That's the most accurate way."

As soon as Liandanzi raised his hand, the small crucible in the car flew in.

The crucible slowly rotated, emitting a white light, and there was a noise inside.

At this time, the alchemist pointed her finger, the lid was lifted, and three pills flew out. She put them into the blue patterned enamel bottle that Shali took out.

"This is a 'painkillers pill', it can temporarily block the pain. But remember not to take too much, it's easy to become addicted and resistant. You can only take one pill at a time, it will probably last for a day."

The father held the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "I've never heard of such a magical medicine... Is it a secret medicine in the army?"

Zhang Xiaokai whispered, "This is a special elixir made by the master, father, just take it."

Then he bowed to Lian Danzi and said: "Master, your great kindness and virtue will be remembered in my heart."

The parents also hurriedly expressed their thanks.

The alchemist chose a hill not far from the scrap house as the place for making the elixir.

Here you can see green geese flying from the sky. They head straight to the transit area. They fly in a hurry, but leave in a much more leisurely and relaxed manner.

The alchemist often looked at the smoking cauldron above his head, staring at the creatures in the air, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhang Xiaokai wondered, could it be that the master wanted to use the cursed insects to make the elixir? However, what he didn't expect was that the master suddenly became interested in the cursed insects' feces. She began to walk between the square fields in the transfer area, stirring the excrement with her cane and observing it closely.

Lian Danzi often asked Zhang Xiaokai's parents and Zhang Xiaokai's elder brother Zhang Dacheng, who has now taken over the job, and learned a lot about the defecation habits of the Green Straw Coat Clan.

She was still not satisfied with this, and later went directly to many green raincoats to ask questions.

"Do you feel bloated and have a blockage?"

"Yes, that's the feeling."

"Feeling like you can't have a complete bowel movement, and the pain that comes with it?"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

"And the excretion area should be bleeding and tearing, right?"

"Yes, it hurts. It hurts so much."

…

Three months later, the alchemist refined a pill, which was a white pill that looked very ordinary.

This is a pill specially made for the Green Straw Coat Clan.

The alchemist gave them these medicines to try, and after the green curse insects ate them, they all developed symptoms similar to diarrhea. However, they were very happy, and flew over and lay on the ground to express their gratitude to the master.

"Thank you so much!"

"As expected... you are so strong."

"Everyone has been suffering from the painful symptoms for thousands of years, and now there is finally a solution."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

“We won’t die from poop anymore!”

…

They flew away happily and told their fellows the good news.

Lian Danzi then said to his two disciples, "When I came here, I noticed that the feces of the green sedges were in the shape of balls or blocks, and were extremely solid, so they needed to be moistened and softened with water when they were collected. There were also coagulated blood in them. The blood of the green sedges was green, and after drying it looked like some very thin grass stems, which was not easy to notice."

"They poop a lot, often flying long distances at a time, and they poop only rarely unless they have to. So this in itself is a kind of damage to their physiological mechanisms."

"The less frequent bowel movements increase the physiological burden. The more painful and frightening it is, the more difficult the whole process will be, which creates a worsening situation."

“So that creates a long-term problem with bowel movements.”

She said seriously: "This not only destroys the normal excretion organs of the green sedge family, but also damages and squeezes the internal organs due to excessive accumulation of feces, resulting in scratches, bleeding and organ rupture. The number of green sedges has been growing slowly in recent years, and this is the most critical impact."

"So I refined the "Shufu Pill" based on their feces and physiological characteristics. In fact, it is not difficult to refine. As long as you find some relevant raw materials, test the absorption capacity of green mulberry, use some herbs and peels, as well as wheat bran and oil, you can make it."

Lian Danzi looked at Zhang Xiaokai in confusion: "Why is there no alchemist to make this? Does it mean that everyone doesn't care about such serious symptoms?"

Zhang Xiaokai blurted out: "Master, but curse insects are different from humans."

"The green straw raincoat also belongs to the Yao clan."

"You are right, but..."

Zhang Xiaokai sighed: "In the eyes of most people, curse insects are just curse insects, and they are different from the Yao people."

Whether orcs, cat people, blood goblins, vampires or elves, people will recognize them as an ethnic group of the Yao clan, but the cursed insects themselves are a notorious group, famous for their huge size and great lethality.

Even the Jindan Kingdom, which has lived in peace with the Green Straw Coat Clan for many years, actually only regards them as a relatively stable group of monsters.

"Also, there is a consensus among alchemists. Whether a certain elixir needs to be developed depends on the approval of the alchemist group. The subsequent processes, materials, and techniques must be professional enough to meet the corresponding standard requirements. Only elixirs that are recognized by everyone will be refined and promoted together."

Zhang Xiaokai smiled bitterly: "I grew up here, from "Xuelu Garden" to "Danfang" it's all like this. This industry is determined by insiders, outsiders can hardly affect the progress of the elixir. "

“That’s weird.”

Lian Danzi's eyes were full of confusion: "Pills are originally sold to laymen. Can alchemists digest and eat so many pills by themselves?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, nailing Zhang Xiaokai to the ground.

His eyes suddenly widened.

yes.

Pills are meant for ordinary people. Alchemists think this is good and that is bad, but they themselves will not buy them, because alchemists have a free quota of pills from the Dan Department.

The quality of an elixir should not be determined by the alchemist, but by whether the person using it needs it.

Alchemist doesn’t like it?

As long as the users like it.

Lian Danzi said: "Alchemists originally make elixirs for laymen. If laymen find them good and buy them, elixirs can be mass-produced. That's the way it should be."

A few days later.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and tens of thousands of cursed insects flew towards this side.

Leading the way is the leader of this clan, Green Arrow.

It landed and bowed to the alchemist: "Thank you very much for helping us. The Shufu Pill is of great significance to our clan. It will make our lives longer and reduce a lot of pain."

"On behalf of the entire Green Straw Cloth tribe, I would like to express my respect and sincere gratitude to you!"

Under its leadership, a large number of green raincoats crawled on the ground in unison, covering the entire hill.

This scene shocked Zhang Xiaokai greatly.

The recognition and gratitude of users always make alchemists feel fulfilled and satisfied.

Zhang Xiaokai further strengthened his conviction.

Alchemists do not make elixirs to gain recognition from other alchemists, but rather for the millions of people who need them.

Alchemists are not needed in alchemy workshops or alchemy departments, but all over the world. As long as there are people suffering from difficult diseases, alchemists are needed.

Among the crowd is where the alchemist should go.

(End of this chapter)