Old Ginseng Life-Stabilizing Pill: No matter if the user is severely wounded or near death, after taking the pill, they can immediately enter a state of suspended animation, preserving their condition for a year. Side effect: The entire body transforms into a Ginseng King, rooting itself in the soil and remaining in a death-like state for a year.

Damn!

This is truly a life-saving pill.

To let someone on the brink of death immediately enter suspended animation to save their life, such an outrageous thing was something Han Yu had never even heard of.

Ping is really pushing the limits of both extremes, and this pill seems to have set a new upper limit.

Glass couldn't help but cheer excitedly, "Han Yu, you are saved!"

Han Yu naturally had already noticed the side effect and was pondering it.

The old pharmacist worked for a long time, then calmly retracted the flame, and a pitch-black pill spun at the bottom of the pill furnace.

Using fire to refine the pill, Han Yu ended up with a puddle of liquid, but the old madman had a proper pill shape.

The old pharmacist eagerly held the pill in his hand, his eyes darting back and forth as he examined the pill created by the new method.

This time, instead of tentatively probing, he hastily swallowed the pill after a brief examination, then carefully sensed the changes as the pill entered his stomach.

Just as Han Yu emerged from the Sea of Consciousness and raised his eyes, he was startled to see an old man, entirely green, puffing his cheeks with a constipated expression, staring wide-eyed as if lost.

"How could this be?"

The old pharmacist couldn't help but doubt his life. While Han Yu's pill efficacy was halved, using the same burning method, not only did it not decrease, but the toxicity reached new heights.

Could it be that I'm only suited to be a "Poison King"?

This pill wouldn't just enhance the cultivator's body; if an ordinary cultivator ate one, there might not be a single hair left.

This made him somewhat frustrated.

"Try again and let me see."

The old pharmacist sighed, suddenly turned his head, and exhaled slowly towards the entrance of the kiln cave. A green smoke puffed from his mouth, and in a few blinks, the old pharmacist was restored.

It mustn't be my problem; it certainly must be his technique I didn't use correctly.

So he once again asked Han Yu to do so.

Han Yu watched this old madman effortlessly expel all the poison from a Poison Pill, feeling a bit apprehensive.

"See, he can force the pill out."

Planning to feed this old man a pill, but fearing he might reverse the pill again like that.

Glass confidently spoke in the Sea of Consciousness, "After eating Ping's pills, have you ever seen anyone who could just spit it out whole?"

At those words, Han Yu pondered, realizing that those force-fed once all tried to induce vomiting, but no one managed to spit out anything, as if the pill was immediately digested after consumption.

"Just find a way to feed him the pill."

The old pharmacist was urging again from the other side.

"Refine it once more, let me see. It can't be all the pills I make are poison, surely it must be

something wrong on my end."

No, the problem isn't you; it's me.

Han Yu had an odd expression. This old madman preferred to believe it was a refining issue rather than doubt himself.

"Maybe you reduced the toxicity by half, giving him an illusion."

Glass speculated in the Sea of Consciousness.

Sure enough, before Han Yu could act, the old pharmacist furrowed his brow again, pondering, "Cut the toxicity by half again this time and see if you can do it. If possible, this pill for forging a cultivator's body might work."

Seeing the anticipation on the old pharmacist's face, Han Yu suddenly felt that such obsessed people were really sadly stubborn sometimes.

The old pharmacist patted the thick Poison Scripture, "As long as this pill can succeed, the thousands of ideas in this book, in our lifetime, can surely be realized."

Damn!

This type of person isn't worthy of pity.

Han Yu's face darkened; it was truly a ghostly obsession to feel pity for such stubborn people.

That huge Poison Scripture, they weren't planning to spare themselves, were they?

"Quick! Try again."

The old pharmacist urged repeatedly, pushing Han Yu onto the task, the spirit medicine already placed. The old man's eyes were firmly watching him, just waiting for him to act.

Han Yu, helpless, had no choice but to point out a small flame in his palm again, then throw it into the pill furnace.

When the flames leapt up, the old pharmacist's gaze never wavered, as if afraid to miss any detail.

This made Han Yu a bit uncomfortable. With the old madman constantly watching, how could he get the pill out?

"Don't worry, remember that time with the relic? As long as it's in your hand, Ping can draw it into the Sea of Consciousness. This time, while you knead the pill, just swap it."

Glass still hiding in the Sea of Consciousness' mist, hastily giving advice.

Under the old pharmacist's meticulous watch, Han Yu continued to burn for a quarter-hour longer than before. Once the furnace bottom turned entirely black, he hurriedly retracted the flame.

The color wasn't green anymore but turned into something resembling sesame paste instead.

Maybe I'm just not suited for alchemy; nothing ever turns out right.

The two of them waited another quarter-hour, letting that paste turn into a pill-like mush. At this point, Han Yu stepped forward, intentionally blocking sight, grabbing the mush and constantly kneading it in his hand.

The glazed bottle suddenly inverted, and Han Yu discovered that the mush in his hand vanished immediately, replaced instantaneously by a black pill. This switch happened in a lightning flash.

After swapping the pill, Han Yu turned around with a tense face, fearing to show any abnormal expression.

The pill was already out, the old pharmacist's eyes fixed intensely, and before Han Yu could hand it over, it was snatched away first.

Sniffing the black pill briefly, the old pharmacist's face suddenly became uncontrollably excited, "This scent is different; there's been new progress, hahaha!"

This isn't new progress; this is a new pill.

Han Yu strained to keep his face straight, eyes full of expectation, and awaited. The old pharmacist, even more impatient this time, swiftly swallowed the pill as soon as he took it.

As the pill entered his stomach, a surging vigor flowed throughout his body, not only warming but also a bit itchy.

"This feeling isn't right! I intended to stimulate every part of the body for strengthening, how can it feel so comfortable?"

Gradually, the old pharmacist realized something was off. This new pill didn't match his design in either effect or symptoms.

"This isn't my pill!"

His expression instantly turned grim, and he was about to leave. As he lifted his foot, he couldn't move; looking down, his expression drastically changed. From his legs, countless tiny roots began extending from under his pants, visibly increasing in number.

The roots climbed everywhere and burrowed wherever they met soil, establishing countless roots in mere moments.

"Clever little brat."

The old pharmacist felt insulted, someone actually dared to use a Poison Pill against him. All his spiritual power roamed his chest, but only expelled a slow, murky breath.

"How is this possible?"

The old pharmacist's face turned sharply, unable to expel anything.

Seeing nothing was expelled, Han Yu finally relaxed his tense heart.

The old pharmacist's transformation didn't stop; his aged skin started to become wood-like, also sprouting countless roots.

"Get ready to run!"

Glass's voice echoed a warning in his mind.

The old pharmacist startled, raised his now root-covered right hand in disbelief, then immediately shouted with killing intent at Han Yu, "Prepare to die!"

Before his arm could completely root into the soil, the old pharmacist robustly unleashed his spiritual power towards Han Yu.

In the kiln cave, space visibly distorted with the naked eye. As soon as Han Yu made contact with this force, he felt a tearing sensation pulling from all different directions, immediately causing him to cry out in pain.

"You better hurry."

Glass leapt out from the mist, a stuffed dumpling face with urgency.

Flame wings instantly spread, and with a forceful step, Han Yu shot out like lightning, but the twisting force pursued him like a parasitic maggot, eventually forming a black vortex…

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