Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 722: Chapter 387: Separating Immortal Grass with Pill Fire

Hoo...

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the wild wind howled.

In the grand hall of the Fox Mountain warehouse, a space had been cleared out, with a bronze table set up, along with some snacks and tea, and a comfortable chair.

"Ying ying ying!"

The warehouse manager, Bai Liandan’Er, was waving a broom, cleaning up the last of the dust.

He used a cloth to wipe the table until it was spotless.

He picked up the teapot to take a look, lifted the plate to inspect it, and immediately tilted his head and grinned!

There was a great piece of news!

The master was coming to the warehouse to work, to research every kind of celestial herb at Fox Mountain!

This meant that he would be able to see the master every day in the future!

But the only downside to the master’s choice of this work station was that there was a hole in the roof above... Though the hole wasn’t big and on the leeward side of the hall, so no wind would blow in, it still felt chilly with drafts moving out.

He was puzzling over it when he suddenly heard footsteps and saw the master walking over with Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot, coming from between the rows of shelves.

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

He rushed forward, jumped into the master’s arms, rubbed his head against the master’s chest, his face full of joy.

Then he lifted his fox claw to point at the hole in the ceiling.

"Ying ying ying, awoo awoo awoo!"

...Should we change the work position?

Bai Mo smiled and rubbed Bai Liandan’Er’s round head.

This little guy had always been the most attentive at Fox Mountain.

"No need to change, I specifically chose this spot."

Bai Mo walked to the work station, sat down, and put Bai Liandan’Er down.

"The hole above is just right for venting air out, perfect for our upcoming cultivation.

"Because the new cultivation content is...burning celestial herbs!

"We need to burn all the celestial herbs in the warehouse, one by one!"

...

In the warehouse, various celestial herbs were neatly organized, row by row, column by column, with racks piled with sacks, small barrels, or stacks of bamboo baskets, all full of various kinds of herbs.

The three foxes strutted around, tails swinging, weaving through the shelves.

"Ying ying ying!"

Bai Liandan’Er led the way with a stone slab for marking.

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

Small and Big Eyes carried a bamboo basket, following behind, ready to collect herbs.

"Ying ying ying!"

Butterfly Knot carried a bamboo ladder, following at the end, ready to climb the high shelves.

The master had just requested five types of herbs, and they had already been delivered to him.

Now they were fetching the next five types.

Bai Liandan’Er was very excited!

The warehouse contained a total of forty-five thousand two hundred and twenty-one types of herbs, and the master planned to burn fifty types of celestial herbs each day, so it would take about nine hundred days to burn them all.

During these nine hundred days, he could see the master every day!

...

Beside the bronze table, a cluster of five-colored pill fire burned in Bai Mo’s hand.

Hoo...

The sound of the pill fire was soft, almost silent.

Within the pill fire, a stalk of dragon snake grass gradually withered, gradually blackened, gradually hardened, and slowly crumbled into ash.

"Has it burned to ash?

"Is there something not quite right?"

Bai Mo extinguished the pill fire and then opened a tablet to continue reading the previous records and literature.

"The literature says to use the pill fire to sense the internal network of the celestial herbs, to sense the critical points of the transformation of various components, and to separate them with the pill fire... This dragon snake grass can be separated into four components with different properties... The sensing points of the pill fire are when the leaf vein is about to break, the leaf blade is about to crack, and the leaf tissue is about to detach..."

Bai Mo read and pondered.

These were the documents and insights left by the alchemists of the Cyan Moon Pill Palace.

But based on Bai Mo’s past experience, these insights could be misleading and might not be entirely accurate; their reliability wasn’t very high.

Even though the alchemist who left these insights managed to make dozens of pills in his career, Bai Mo still approached it cautiously.

He picked up a piece of dragon snake grass, sometimes observing it, sometimes reading the literature, and conducting research in comparison.

"...In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s Pill Industry, there’s a high degree of specialization and meticulous division of labor. While there are tens of thousands of celestial herbs to separate for a single pill, most of the work can be delegated to the supply chain, and a single alchemist only needs to be proficient in separating a few dozen types of celestial herbs to handle the alchemy work.

"Separating the dragon snake grass, this Ancient Immortal studied for three years and practiced for seven years. Technically, he should be quite skilled by now..."

Bai Mo read the Ancient Immortal’s notes while marveling.

After reading for a while, he suddenly sensed something was off.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly understood.

"Indeed... you can only believe half of it, not all."

Bai Mo reignited the five-colored pill fire, once again enveloping a piece of dragon snake grass!

The grass started to twist and roll under the roasting of the pill fire!

Remarkably, with each twist and turn, it popped out leaf veins one by one!

And the leaf tissue that lost the leaf veins was slowly separated into layers under the roasting of the pill fire!

The layers of leaf tissue astonishingly released small droplets of juice with varying colors and properties!

Bai Mo’s expression was focused, as he controlled the pill fire in his hand, while also flipping through the literature, sometimes pondering, sometimes frowning, and sometimes nodding.

Gradually, the single piece of dragon snake grass suspended in the pill fire was decentralized and separated into eleven different components!

These eleven components were of various forms—some were solid, some turned into light yellowish oily suspensions, some became powdery, others formed bubbles, all suspended in Bai Mo’s hand, completely unlike the original form of the dragon snake grass.

Bai Mo stared at the eleven components for a long time and pondered for a while before extinguishing the pill fire in his hand, allowing the separated and fragmented components of the dragon snake grass to drift up to the roof hole, out of the hall, and into the cold mountain wind.

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