In the Li family study, Li Mu looked at the alchemy furnace placed in front of him like a child getting a new toy, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.
To celebrate obtaining the alchemy furnace, Li Mu prepared to refine a batch of pills.
When all the medicinal herbs were ready, Li Mu hesitated again. In his previous life, although he couldn't be considered a genius, he was still a third-grade alchemist. He confirmed once more that the formula and alchemy technique were correct, except for the missing ingredient, Siping Grass. The main problem was that the old ginseng, mushroom, and bitter thorn fruit were hard-won and couldn't be wasted.
Just to be on the safe side, Li Mu decided to give it a try first. After all, in his previous life, he had started to explore alchemy after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, and he was only at the Qi Refining stage now.
"Whoosh!" With a flick of his wrist, a small fireball landed at the bottom of the alchemy furnace. He then formed a fist with his fingers, channeling wisps of spiritual energy into the furnace. The temperature inside the furnace began to rise, but as Li Mu continued to pour in his spiritual energy, it reached a certain level and then stopped rising.
Li Mu knew he had been too presumptuous; his strength hadn't yet met the requirements for alchemy, his firepower was insufficient. This was awkward; it was like joyfully marrying a bride, slaughtering sheep and cattle, feasting guests, and after the meal was over, the bride refused to go to bed.
Li Mu touched his burning face, wondering whether he should be relieved or disappointed. He thought to himself, even if he couldn't use the alchemy furnace, he still needed to refine the medicine. The herbs were all prepared; even if he couldn't refine pills, making a medicinal soup would be better than keeping the herbs in a cabinet.
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In the evening, Li Hongjun did not go home because of work. After dinner, Li Mu told Aunt Xia in advance that he wanted to make medicinal soup. With Aunt Xia's help, he found several usable clay pots and earthenware jars in the kitchen.
He plans to first decoct and purify several of the medicinal herbs before mixing them together for final decoction, which will enhance their medicinal properties.
Holding a bitter thorn fruit in his hand, Li Mu began to recall the entire process and feelings of brewing and taking the medicine last time. The violent medicinal properties of the medicine after adding bitter thorn fruit to the decoction last time were still frightening to think about.
Two hours later, as Li Mu poured all the purified medicinal liquids into a large earthenware pot to boil, Li Hongjun returned. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Li Hongjun, looking exhausted, went back to his room to rest, while Li Mu continued to brew the medicinal soup.
Originally, Li Mu was going to offer to help Li Hongjun with his health, but he thought it best to wait until the medicinal soup was ready before discussing it. This time, he planned to make all the medicinal soup into pills, partly for easy storage and carrying, and partly because he was worried that Li Hongjun's weak body might not be able to handle the tonic.
Li Mu used his divine sense to work on the golden bead's restriction while closing his eyes to rest and wait for the medicinal soup to brew. After reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, the speed at which the golden bead's restriction was peeling off increased significantly. If he continued peeling it off at this rate without interruption, it would probably take decades to wear away one-thousandth of it.
Three hours later, a faint medicinal aroma wafted over, and Li Mu knew the medicinal soup was ready. Looking at the soup in the clay pot, he realized that if he wanted to drink it directly, he could turn off the heat; to make pills, he needed to boil off the excess water.
Another half hour passed, and the medicine became extremely thick. Li Mu poured the prepared white sugar and a little starch into the medicine, raised his hand and pinched his fingers, using the Pill Gathering Technique to divide the medicine into about a hundred pills the size of soybeans in the air. With a flick of his hand, the pills were taken into the prepared jade box.
Li Mu picked up a yellowish pill, examined it for a moment, and then popped it into his mouth. The pill melted instantly. A few minutes later, his internal energy circulation increased slightly, and he also felt a sense of fullness.
A single pill would have little effect on me, but if I were to consume them all at once, it should provide some improvement to my cultivation. If that were the case, there would be no need to make them into pills. Thinking of my second uncle, I felt a sense of anticipation, wondering how they would affect ordinary people.
Since the main ingredient of the pill is old ginseng, and ginseng has the effect of reviving life and replenishing qi, let's name the pill "Qi-replenishing pill".
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After finishing with the pills, it was past midnight. Li Mu tidied up the kitchen briefly, took a shower, and went to sleep.
This was the first time Li Mu had truly slept since his rebirth. Although he appeared to be sleeping in the hospital, he was actually repairing his body. After being discharged, he was busy cultivating and improving his strength.
As cultivators, as long as they possess spiritual energy, they are essentially cultivating constantly, so they rarely experience strange dreams. However, Li Mu had a dream after falling asleep.
I don't know if it's because of some unresolved issue, but the first person I dreamed of was Chen Jiaxiong.
"In the dream, this ugly monster was very arrogant. I was in a karaoke room with a woman in red whose face I couldn't see. Chen Jiaxiong rushed in and started touching the woman in red. I got angry and slapped Chen Jiaxiong. Then You Long entered the room. Chen Jiaxiong ordered You Long to kill me. You Long seemingly casually punched me a meter away. Then I saw myself lying on the ground, my life slipping away."
Lying on the ground, he stared wide-eyed, filled with resentment and rage, wanting to kill in a fit of fury, before finally losing consciousness. The dream shifted, and he found himself in a car, annoyed by Chen Jiaxiong's constant nagging, and slapped him to death. His second uncle suddenly appeared in the car, pointing at Chen Jiaxiong and saying he deserved to die.
The scene shifts again, and the protagonist has bought a pill-refining furnace on a small street, feeling quite pleased. Just then, Wang Yue pulls at him, saying in a resentful tone that she likes him. The protagonist seems startled and runs away. He runs and runs until he arrives at some unknown place. There are no other people or creatures here; the place seems small, yet it feels boundless...
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Around nine o'clock in the morning, Li Mu woke up, feeling very puzzled.
That night, he truly fell asleep and knew he had a dream, vaguely remembering some scenes from it. As a cultivator, he had actually had a dream; a cultivator's dreams are usually closely connected to themselves. He didn't know what this dream meant for him.
If dreaming of Chen Jiaxiong and the woman in red is the reason for my rebirth, dreaming of the person who hit me is the person who killed me, and dreaming of my second uncle is the only hope I had in this world, then all of these have been confirmed. But why did I dream of Wang Yue?
The people in my dream are all people I know, and the events that happen are all things I've recently experienced. So where am I running into in my dream? It seems like a different space. If it really has some connection to me, could that place be the Golden Pearl World?
Li Mu sat on the bed, frowning, deep in thought for a long time. He couldn't understand the Golden Pearl World or Wang Yue's confession of liking him, especially the girl he'd only met once. He didn't plan to contact her again, nor did he want to let worldly emotions cause him heartache. He didn't belong here, nor did he intend to die here. His purpose in cultivation was longevity and ascension; he would leave sooner or later.
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