Chapter 4 Still unable to practice?

"You are such a sharp-tongued kid, you are quite calculating. It seems that if I don't show some sincerity, it won't work." Shaking his head helplessly, the old man lowered his body to the ground, looked at Xiao Yan for a few times, and said lightly: "You should know about alchemists, right?"

"Alchemist?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan was startled, his eyes revealed curiosity, and he frowned slightly and said, "Are you talking about the alchemist that everyone in Douqi Continent wants to become?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said lightly: "I have absorbed your fighting spirit for two lifetimes. In this lifetime, I will teach you how to make medicine. I think it is a favor to you."

"You...you are an alchemist?" Xiao Yan was delighted, but also had some doubt in his heart. His eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at the old man.

"Yes, that's right. When I was on the Douqi Continent, I was indeed an alchemist. Ordinary people who want to become an alchemist usually need to be taught by a teacher in person. I ask you to take me as your master. Is that not unfair to you?" Looking at Xiao Yan's face full of doubt, the old man chuckled and puffed out his chest slightly. There was a hint of pride in his voice.

"With my alchemy skills, it's easy to help you recover your fighting spirit or even cultivate your martial spirit. It's even possible for me to teach you the alchemy skills."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes showed a little more respect, and he asked calmly: "Old sir, I wonder what rank of alchemist you are?"

"What grade? I don't remember what grade it was. You just need to know that Gu He, the Dan King of the Jia Ma Empire where you lived in your previous life, is nothing but shit in my eyes." Shaking his head, the old man said very proudly: "And the Xuanshui Pill and Shenghun Pill mentioned by the nobles in this world are nothing but chickens and pottery dogs in my eyes."

"The Sixth-Rank Pill King is shit?" With a twitching mouth, Xiao Yan looked at the old man's casual look, took a deep breath, and then suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Okay, I can take you as my master, and I can also let you stay in my ring. However, in order to prove that what you said is true, you need to help me improve to a fighter within a year." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and said seriously with a frown.

"Okay, okay, leave it to me." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

“Well then, I, Xiao Yan, will take you as my master today. I hope you can show some skills so that I can cultivate to the level of a fighter as soon as possible.” After saying that, Xiao Yan knelt down and respectfully performed the ceremony of acknowledging his mastership to the old man.

"Teacher, what is your name?"

After watching Xiao Yan's formalities, the old man nodded in satisfaction. His voice became more friendly as he said, "My name is Yao Lao. I won't tell you my origins yet. Next, take me to the pharmacy and prepare some herbs. I will help you refine the medicine and try to help you practice as quickly as possible."

"Okay, teacher." Xiao Yan nodded.

"Oh, there is one more thing. I think you should know that my absorbing your Dou Qi was completely unintentional. Moreover, even without me, with your cultivation talent, your current strength is at most a Dou Zhe." Yao Lao stretched out his illusory palm and gently patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, saying lightly: "Your Dou Zhe strength alone should not be enough to protect your mother, right? I said this because I hope you will not be blinded by hatred and hate me, an old guy..."

"Teacher... I am not a stupid person. I will not be blinded by hatred, and I also know who my enemies are." Hearing this, Xiao Yan raised a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth. He clenched his palms tightly, and because of the great force, his slightly sharp nails pierced deeply into his palms, causing waves of piercing pain.

"Without you, my cultivation talent would not be enough to protect my mother. I will not be blinded by hatred."

After hearing what Yao Lao said, Xiao Yan immediately understood in his heart. Even if there was no Yao Lao, with his cultivation talent, he was at most a fighter now, and he didn't even have any skills or fighting techniques. How could he protect his mother?
He knew very well who his real enemy was!
.........

After his mother died, she left Xiao Yan a very small fortune, which was a small bag of gold soul coins. With this little bit of gold soul coins, Xiao Yan brought Yao Lao to the herbal medicine store in Xingluo City and bought a batch of needed herbs.

Afterwards, Xiao Yan hurried back to his room, closed the doors and windows, and took out the purchased medicinal herbs from his arms.

"Teacher, it's up to you now." Looking at the ring in his hand, Xiao Yan said in a low voice with anticipation.

As Xiao Yan finished speaking, an illusory soul floated out of Xiao Yan's ring. Looking at the herbs on the table, Yao Lao frowned slightly and said unhappily, "The medicinal herbs in this world are much less effective than those in Douqi Continent, but it's better to have them than nothing."

"Okay, I'm going to start refining the medicine, you watch carefully." In the quiet room, Yao Lao picked up a purple medicinal herb, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, a dark white flame suddenly rose from his palm. As soon as the flame appeared, the temperature in the room rose a lot.

Xiao Yan stared at the white flame in Yao Lao's hand without blinking, feeling somewhat shocked. Although he did not know the alchemist's process of refining medicine, the ability to condense the fighting spirit into a real flame required a fourth-grade alchemist. This made Xiao Yan respect Yao Lao even more.

However, the truth was not as simple as he thought. The white flame in Yao Lao's hand was not real fire condensed from the release of fighting spirit.

With a calm expression, Yao Lao gently clenched his palm, and the dark white flame instantly devoured the medicinal herb in his palm. Almost in the blink of an eye, the purple medicinal herb was burned into a ball of purple liquid.

Then, Yao Lao grabbed a few more medicinal herbs and threw them into the white flame in his palm. Under the constant wriggling of the flame, several medicinal herbs first turned into liquids, and then slowly condensed and fused.

Finally, a drop of liquid that looked like jadeite was suspended in Yao Lao's palm. With his extraordinary soul perception, Xiao Yan could clearly sense that this drop of liquid that looked like jadeite contained an extremely abundant energy...

"Teacher, should I take it directly next?" Looking at the liquid in Yao Lao's hand, Xiao Yan blinked and said impatiently.

"With your current strength, taking it directly might damage your meridians." With a flick of his finger, Yao Lao shot the emerald liquid in his palm into the basin of clear water that had been prepared in the room.

Suddenly, a basin of clear water turned green.

"The people in this world make almost no use of medicinal materials. After obtaining the herbs, most of them take them directly and do not seem to remove the harmful substances from them through refining. Even if there are a few people who can refine medicine, their refining method can only be regarded as doctors on the Douqi Continent at best, not even half-baked pharmacists." Glancing at the water in the basin that had turned green, Yao Lao said lightly.

"This medicine has the effect of expanding the meridians and strengthening the body, and it also speeds up the cultivation of fighting spirit. You can enter the basin and practice. I think if you are fast, it shouldn't take long for your fighting spirit to be upgraded to the fifth stage."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan was filled with joy and nodded quickly.

The wooden basin was filled with green liquid. When it was shaken slightly, it actually reflected some strange light, which looked quite bizarre.

The young man's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was very rhythmic. As the practice began, the green liquid in the wooden basin gradually began to emit a faint airflow. The airflow was slightly green and slowly rose, and finally followed Xiao Yan's breathing and entered his body.

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Two and a half months later.

The cultivation passed slowly while forgetting to eat and sleep. The sunlight coming in from the window gradually weakened, and the scorching temperature also slowly decreased.

Sitting in the wooden basin, Xiao Yan closed his eyes tightly, the hand seals on his fingertips did not move at all, he concentrated his mind and energy, maintaining the best state of cultivation. As his breathing became steady, the room slowly calmed down.

The green liquid medicine stained the boy's skin, and traces of energy flowed through his skin pores and into his body, warming his bones and cleansing his meridians.

Finally, a stream of foul air slowly came out of Xiao Yan's mouth, and then slowly dissipated. After sitting quietly for a while, Xiao Yan opened his eyes and made a rather helpless expression, muttering to himself: "Why did my Dou Qi cultivation stagnate after reaching the fifth stage? It has been a full half month. Is the teacher secretly absorbing my Dou Qi again? No, after spending this period of time together, I don't think the teacher would do this."

"Could it be because this world is different from my original world?"

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