A spacious tiled house.

It is five meters long and thirty meters wide, with a floor made of white water-polished blue bricks, which looks clean and refreshing.

There was nothing else in the huge room except for a few treasure racks against the wall with some porcelain vases on them. In the middle of the room was a rattan armchair, where Chu Tian, ​​wearing a coarse linen gown, lay sprawled out.

A disciple of the Medicine King Sect, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, came over with a bowl of medicine. The dark medicine soup was bubbling and had a pungent smell. It made his face twitch and he stretched out his hands as far as he could with a look of disgust.

Chu Tian slowly opened his mouth. The disciple of the Medicine King Sect frowned and quickly poured a bowl of boiling hot medicine with a strange taste and pungent smell into Chu Tian's mouth.

The medicinal properties of the decoction were extremely stimulating. When it fell into Chu Tian's mouth, it actually made a "hissing" sound, just like a bowl of sulfuric acid poured on a stone. However, Chu Tian felt nothing at all and swallowed the decoction mouthful by mouthful.

The toxicity of Yinjihanpo was extremely toxic. Chu Tian felt nothing when the medicine entered his stomach. All the medicinal power was corroded by the extremely yin poison in his body and could not play any role.

The disciples of Yaowang Sect stared at Chu Tian with wide eyes.

Chu Tian stared at him with wide eyes.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and the Medicine King Sect disciple murmured, "This is 'Branding Powder', the most powerful cold-dispelling decoction. You have coldness deep into your bones, and this Branding Powder should be the right remedy. How can it be useless?"

Chu Tian said softly: "Perhaps, when you were boiling the medicine, it got ruined?"

The disciple of the Medicine King Sect was silent for a while. He looked at the thin layer of residual medicine at the bottom of the bowl, frowned, picked up the bowl, stuck out his tongue, and licked the dark medicine soup at the bottom of the bowl fiercely.

There was a "sizzling" sound, as if a piece of fresh cow tongue fell on the red-hot iron plate. Chu Tian watched a wisp of green smoke rising from the bottom of the bowl. The handsome disciple of the Medicine King Sect let out a howl that was not like that of a human, dropped the big bowl in his hand, and ran out of the big tile-roofed house dancing and staggering.

Drops of blood could be seen dripping along the way, and the baby's tongue was burned by the medicine.

"How dare he try the medicine without knowing the situation? How did he survive until now?" Chu Tian looked at the broken medicine bowl on the ground and shook his head gently: "If the disciples of Han Cuiya dared to take the medicine carelessly, I would have hung him up and whipped him."

There was a strange taste of soldering iron in my mouth.

With the remaining trace of taste, Chu Tian slowly identified the ingredients in the soup. This branding powder does make sense. It is made of nine extremely domineering positive poisonous herbs, boiled over a fierce fire, and made with the blood of a tiger, which had just run wildly and had its blood boiling.

Pure Yang is overbearing and has extremely strong heat.

Although it had little effect on Chu Tian, ​​for ordinary people, it was indeed an excellent prescription for dispelling cold poison - however, the prescription was too strong, and if an ordinary person took it, his internal organs would be burned before the cold poison in his body was dispelled!

“So, the Medicine King Sect uses medicine slaves to test medicine. They can really refine some strange things.” Chu Tian smiled indifferently, squinted his eyes, and began to doze comfortably: “However, for me, these medicines are wasted!”

The miserable howl of the Medicine King Sect disciple was still coming from afar, and Chu Tian heard an old man's angry scolding. Curses like "idiot", "fool", "your mother raised a placenta" were pouring out like a tide.

Obviously, this unfortunate little guy went to his teacher for help. A kid who did such a stupid thing would naturally be severely punished by the teacher.

From the large tiled house next door came the sneering sounds of other Medicine King Sect disciples. "Bringing Iron Powder," this was a new recipe that the Medicine King Sect's pharmacists had just developed less than a month ago, and they were currently testing its medicinal properties on medicine slaves!

The disciples of the Medicine King Sect were very happy to find that someone among their fellow disciples was so "honest" that he foolishly tasted a sip of the newly developed medicine that had not yet been formulated. This was really joyous.

A shrill howl was heard, Chu Tian opened his eyes slightly, and then sighed heavily.

It has been three days since Chu Tian came to this big tile-roofed house, and he finally understood why the Medicine King Sect kept purchasing medicine slaves from those officers and soldiers.

Planting and caring for those basic medicinal herbs is really not a difficult task.

The difficult part is drug testing.

The slaves who lived next door had helped Chu Tian come here three days ago. In order to test the new recipe of Branding Powder, the slaves were thrown into the ice cellar and frozen for a day and a night. When the cold penetrated into their bones, the slaves who were almost frozen to death were sent to the next door of Chu Tian, ​​taking an irregular amount of Branding Powder every day, and the recipe was constantly slightly adjusted.

The cold air is entangled in the bone marrow and internal organs, and must be forcibly dispelled with tiger and wolf medicine.

This is almost equivalent to roasting a frozen person on a fire. One can imagine how painful those drug slaves were.

This howl was heard, probably because the Branding Powder that Chu Tian had just taken was also taken by those medicine slaves - today's prescription was particularly strong, and the dosage was also particularly heavy. Chu Tian could bear it, but how could those medicine slaves who had no cultivation at all afford it?

The howling sounds soon died down, and complaints from several Yaowang Sect disciples were heard next door.

"Oh my god! They're all dead."

"Really? He died, but he died in such a mess, with shit and urine all over his body. It's really disgusting."

"Forget it, forget it, let's get someone to clean it up quickly. It seems that the medicine today is a bit too strong. Maybe we shouldn't use Sanyang Flower. How about using Duyang Vine instead?"

"The Duyang vine... its medicinal properties are much milder, but the onset is too slow."

"Perhaps, we should not pursue a quick cure to dispel the cold poison, but rather remove it bit by bit?"

"Shh! This is a recipe decided by the teachers. Is it our turn to have a say? Quickly get rid of these damned guys! Hey, look at this guy, his throat is burned. Is this iron powder really that powerful?"

"How about you try it, Junior Brother?"

"Get away from me!"

A group of Yaowang Sect disciples were laughing and joking when a few servants in short coats came in and carried out a few corpses with grim looks from the big tiled house next door.

Chu Tian was lying on the recliner, facing the door, watching the medicine slaves who had helped him here three days ago, also the "former bandits" in the village, being carried out. Several servants looked reluctant, while several disciples of the Medicine King Sect wearing green robes walked past them with laughter.

Chu Tian watched this scene quietly.

About a quarter of an hour later, the disciple of the Medicine King Sect, whose tongue had just been scalded, came in with a gloomy face, pouting two big red lips like sausages, and holding a bowl of branding powder and soup.

"Teacher said that the cold poison in your body is too severe. I'm afraid that a little bit of medicine is not enough, so I'll increase the strength of the medicine ten times!"

The disciple of the Medicine King Sect mumbled a few words vaguely and poured the medicine soup in the rice bowl into Chu Tian's mouth.