novelraw Chapter 1358: Everyone Hanging by a Thread
Chapter 1358: Everyone Hanging by a Thread
Zirong and the others saw a few elders looking extremely anxious, yet they didn’t understand why. They all looked at Han Yan with confusion.Han Yan didn’t hide anything and briefly explained the dangers of refining the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill.
After listening to Han Yan’s words, everyone looked at Yan Zishu again, and their expressions underwent subtle changes.
"You don’t need to say anymore. As a doctor, it is my duty to save the world. It is said that in the past, the ancestor of my medical path tasted all kinds of herbs to relieve the people’s suffering, and ultimately died from poisonous plants. If I can’t even accomplish this, what right do I have to call myself a doctor? How could I face the ancestors of the Yan Family when I die?
Besides, having undertaken a task, it is my duty to fulfill it. Lady Mu has done three things for me. I should spare no expense to heal her friend; this is also the rule of my Yan Family." Those few elders were still trying to persuade, but Yan Zishu interrupted their words firmly and decisively.
Seeing his righteous demeanor, Han Yan felt a bit of admiration. Although this old man was somewhat petty, he was indeed a man of his word, forthright and open.
"Senior Yan, I wrongly accused you earlier, and I apologize," Ling Baobao stepped forward and said.
"Let it be, it should be me apologizing to you. I was focused on making things difficult for you and spoke rashly without even examining the poison condition in Zirong’s body, which is truly unbecoming of a doctor," Yan Zishu said with a wave of his hand, feeling ashamed.
Afterward, Yan Zishu took out the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace that Han Yan had previously repaired and asked everyone to leave Danling Hall and wait outside. It seemed he wasn’t fully confident in refining the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill and was afraid of failing and affecting others.
The flames flickered in the pill furnace, with hundreds of medicinal herbs neatly placed nearby, emitting a heart-refreshing fragrance.
Indeed, each of these hundred herbs was a rare and valuable ingredient worth a fortune. Among them were a few that Han Yan had never seen before, only illustrated in ancient medical books. These herbs, when consumed singularly, greatly benefit cultivation. If refined using various elixir recipes, they can be transformed into Spirit Pills for Qi Refilling and enhancement of cultivation. Yet, who would have thought that when combined using another elixir recipe, they could produce a highly poisonous Miracle Pill?
Yan Zishu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he used his Divine Sense to carefully perceive, suddenly striking hand formations into the air, causing the furnace flames to fluctuate between high and low.
A purple light flashed across the furnace, almost at the same time, Yan Zishu opened the furnace and threw several herbs into it, then covered it quickly—so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Then, he continued forming hand seals. When the furnace flashed with purple light again, he quickly threw in more herbs with a speed as swift as lightning.
This process repeated several times until all the hundreds of medicinal herbs were put into the furnace—almost no one could clearly see his actions.
Han Yan silently admired it. Her alchemy technique mainly relied on the insights from the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword, and she used to have the aid of the Chaos Heavenly Fire. Without these, in terms of controlling the heat, she was far inferior to Yan Zishu. Of course, it was understandable; she had only learned alchemy for a few days, while others had practiced it for a lifetime.
Then Yan Zishu began casting hand seals again. The hand seals were so exquisite and complex that Han Yan was greatly enlightened by them, appearing as a cloud floating in the air.
With a diverse range of skills, Han Yan wasn’t an arrogant person by nature. Rare to witness such phenomenal alchemy techniques, she naturally wouldn’t miss the opportunity and immediately focused on memorizing it all, quietly simulating it in her mind.
A rich aroma wafted from the doorway, making one feel as if they were in a dreamlike trance. However, over time, the fragrance started to fade until it was almost undetectable.
The previously worried elders visibly relaxed, and so did Han Yan, while a faint smile appeared on Yan Zishu’s face too.
Unlike ordinary Qi Refilling and cultivation-enhancement elixirs, the higher grade a Poison Pill is, the more colorless and odorless it becomes; otherwise, how could it poison others?
The diminishing scent indicated that the potency of those hundred herbs was merging and highly condensing, showing that the formation of the pill was close.
The elders craned their necks to look inside, just as Huayue and the others were curious. After all, this was a legendary-grade elixir; even as a Poison Pill, witnessing its creation was a rare opportunity.
Unbeknownst to them, eight streaks of purple light emerged from the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace, akin to floating clouds.
"Eight doors arise, purple heart unites, pill..." Yan Zishu recited the pill formula, casting the final hand seal, just about to utter "pill complete," but his expression suddenly changed.
The delicate furnace started trembling violently, releasing an aura filled with fury and coldness.
An explosion! The faces of everyone outside changed.
In alchemy, failure sometimes results in Waste Pills and other times in an explosion. For an alchemist, it’s a common occurrence, but this time was different; Yan Zishu was refining the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill. If it exploded, he would undoubtedly die.
"Go, leave quickly!" Yan Zishu shouted at the people outside while desperately casting hand seals.
Han Yan could tell that Yan Zishu was attempting a Sealing Hand Technique, evidently aiming to seal the furnace and prevent the poisonous power from leaking and harming innocents. Unfortunately, even under his seal, the furnace continued to tremble, with streams of blue-purple smoke seeping from its seams, the wrath and coldness within intensified dozens of times over, precisely the toxic power of the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill.
Under the corrosion of that poison, a layer of green appeared on Yan Zishu’s face. Fortunately, this was only a small amount of poison gas leaking from the furnace seams; otherwise, even he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
Han Yan’s face changed too. One must realize that Yan Zishu was a master in the Sword Saint Realm. Even an ordinary seal, in his hands, would exponentially increase in power. Yet now, despite exerting all his energy, he couldn’t seal the furnace, highlighting the poison’s ferocity.
"Go, leave quickly!" Seeing himself unable to seal the furnace and showing signs of poisoning, Yan Zishu was even more anxious, urging everyone outside.
The elders were shocked yet didn’t leave. Exchanging glances, they grit their teeth and rushed in, simultaneously casting hand seals, also using Sealing Techniques, clearly intending to help Yan Zishu.
Seeing their actions, Han Yan’s impression of them greatly improved.
Unfortunately, their strength was still somewhat lacking. Even with the three of them working together, they couldn’t seal the furnace.