Chapter 7 The Limitations of Black Pots

Chapter 7 The Limitations of Black Pots

Holding this book "Dragon Xuan Three Transformation Divine Art", Shu Han couldn't help but smile.

The second elder looked at the uncontrollable joy on Shu Han's face and thought, he only has five spiritual roots, let him be happy.

Then he threw another pill to Shu Han and said, "This is the Qi-combining pill made by the master. It helps the Qi-combining effect. Take it and play with it. Don't delay the main business because of cultivation!"

Now Shu Han was even more ecstatic.

He recognized that this was the pill that he had just given to Senior Brother Li Heng. Senior Brother Li Heng's ecstatic face showed the value of this pill.

However, with his five spiritual roots, a Qi-combining pill would definitely be a drop in the bucket for him.

But there is the mysterious black pot!

With this one, it is equivalent to having thousands of pills!

The subsequent experiments severely slapped Shu Han's childish face.

Remembering the various chores given by the master, Shu Han was taken to a small wooden house in the valley. It was close to the medicine field, which was convenient for Shu Han to get up at any time at night to water and fertilize the spiritual medicine.

After that, the master left with the wine jar, leaving Shu Han alone in the wooden house.

Seeing the master walking away, Shu Han finally suppressed the idea of ​​practicing "Longxuan Three-Turn Divine Art" and copying the Qi-combining Pill, and began to read the medicine book given by the master page by page.

He knew very well that there was a long way to go in terms of cultivation.

Moreover, he could not figure out the temper of this master now, so he did not dare to act rashly under his nose. He simply let go of all distracting thoughts and concentrated on remembering everything he told him.

Although Shu Han was only nine years old, he could recognize a lot of words.

Every mountain village under the jurisdiction of Longxuan Sect would ask a teacher to teach the children to read.

Shu Han's big head was not for nothing, and he was repeatedly praised by the teacher, saying that Shu Han had the talent to pass the imperial examination.

After awakening his spiritual roots, Shu Han felt that his brain was even better.

Memorizing the medicine book day and night, within three days, Shu Han could recite it backwards.

This really amazed the Second Elder. He asked more than a dozen tricky questions, all of which were answered by Shu Han in an orderly manner.

The fierce old man rarely showed a kind smile, touched Shu Han's head, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are also a good talent. Let me test your spirituality."

Shu Han was puzzled: "Master, haven't my spiritual roots been tested? It's useless five spiritual roots."

The Second Elder shook his head and said: "Spirituality is different from spiritual roots. Spirituality is the quality of a person's mind and soul. Stop talking nonsense, swallow this heart pill for me, open your eyes wide, and don't blink."

The heart pill melted in the mouth and turned into a stream of clear water that rushed into the brain.

The second elder pinched Shu Han's little face and looked at his wide eyes carefully. He actually saw a ray of divine light flashing in his eyes. This made him overjoyed and exclaimed: "You kid, your spiritual roots are very poor, but your spirituality is not shallow. After so long, I finally waited for a suitable person. Little Shu Han, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

This question stumped Shu Han. He asked doubtfully: "Master, I am already your disciple."

"No, no, no!"

The second elder shook his head and said: "You are only my nominal disciple in Longxuanmen. If I leave Longxuanmen, you and I will have no master-disciple relationship! Now, I want you to worship the real me as your master and inherit my skills in refining medicine and making tools. Are you willing?"

Refining medicine and making tools!

No matter how stupid Shu Han is, he knows how important this is!

He knelt down immediately: "Disciple Shu Han, kowtow to Master! I am willing to learn the art of refining medicine and making tools from Master!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Second Elder was very happy after saying three good words in a row: "Master is not actually from Longxuan Sect. Master Longxuan was kind to Master, so I agreed to let him be a guest elder. I only help him to refine medicine for Longxuan Sect and don't care about other matters. Since you have become my true disciple, you have left Longxuan Sect."

"Although your spiritual roots are very poor, if you learn the skills of refining medicine and making tools from Master in the future, Longxuan Sect will also regard you as a guest elder."

Then he thought to himself: "As for the skills, you should practice "Longxuan Three Transformations Divine Art". Anyway, you can't practice to the twelfth level. During the Qi Refining period, this skill is still quite magical."

Three books were thrown out of his sleeve pocket.

"Introduction to Pharmacology"

"Basics of Talismans"

"A Hundred Explanations of Magical Instruments"

The second elder said, "Take these three books and read them carefully! The master will give you three years to thoroughly understand the three books. You can ask the master anytime if you have any questions. In the next three years, you can watch the master refine medicine and make instruments. After that, the master will teach you how to refine them step by step."

Shu Han held the three books and thanked the master, but he didn't think so in his heart.

At a young age, he thought that it was just three books, so why study hard for three years.

But when he returned to the wooden house, he read the book "Introduction to Pharmacology" and the complicated and dense knowledge on it made him dizzy.

It took him several days to ponder over a single page.

But the more difficult the problem, the more comfortable it felt when he suddenly understood it when he solved it.

Gradually, Shu Han fell in love with this process of doubting and solving doubts.

Time passed in a flash for half a month.

During this half month, while studying, he began to practice "Dragon Xuan Three Transformation Magic Skill".

This magic skill gave Shu Han a strange feeling.

Every time he completed a large Zhoutian cycle, the subtle energy absorbed by his body would inexplicably be reduced to one-third of the original amount.

Originally, the amount of spiritual energy absorbed by his five elements spiritual roots was scarce, and this was reduced to one-third, resulting in him having difficulty accumulating even a little bit of mana after several large Zhoutian cycles.

The second elder explained his doubts to him.

It is said that the key point of "Longxuan Three Turns Divine Art" is the three turns!

The spiritual energy absorbed through this technique will be compressed three times to form a more solid mana.

In terms of effect, this is undoubtedly excellent. The mana is solidified and the power of the spell is greatly increased.

But in terms of speed, Long Xuan's third transformation was simply a disaster.

He joked that it would take at least three hundred years for a person with five spiritual roots like Shu Han to reach the twelfth level through the Dragon Mystery Three Transformation Magic Technique!

During this period, in addition to practicing and studying, Shu Han also always recorded and paid attention to his master's daily habits.

He realized that the master's life was very simple, and he usually only made alchemy and drank wine. If he didn't go to him, he would never come to him.

Therefore, he was forced by the pressure of improving his cultivation level brought by Long Xuan's third transformation magic skill.

Shu Han finally came up with the idea of ​​a black jar.

One night, he gently dug out the black jar from the soil and threw the Heqi Pill he had been reluctant to eat into the jar. I originally expected the Heqi Pill to grow rapidly, but after waiting for a long time, there was still a lonely Heqi Pill in the jar.

Shu Han's mind exploded.

Has the black can failed?

Unwilling to be reconciled, he threw a Fufangcao in.

Soon, he got a jar of Fu Fang Cao, but there was still one Aiki Pill!

The black jar didn't work, so why wasn't the Aiki Pill copied?

Shu Han then took a bunch of items for experiments and came to a conclusion.

Black jars can only replicate natural items, not any man-made items.