Horror Camgirl - Ch. 60: Alchemy in a Pressure Cooker
In this world, there is really no such thing as fairness; only strength speaks for itself.
Xiao Lin didn’t mention the Eight Treasures Detox Soup again, probably because they didn’t contribute much this time and felt embarrassed to bring it up.
I moved my body a bit and felt no discomfort, so I checked out of the hospital and went home. Tang Mingli said, “Since we have a new house, we should move in quickly; this place isn’t safe.”
Hearing something unspoken in his words, I paused for a moment and asked, “Did you send someone to protect me secretly?”
Tang Mingli looked a little uneasy and replied, “Yes.”
“They helped me chase away quite a few thieves.”
“... Yes, and there were those who tried to sneak in at night with ulterior motives.”
I sighed and said, “Ming Li, thank you.”
Tang Mingli’s eyes showed a hint of amusement: “Finally, you’re not calling me Mr. Tang anymore?”
My cheeks flushed a bit: “We’re friends, after all.”
“Just friends?” He looked at me with a gentle gaze.
My face turned even redder: “Yes, friends. What else could it be?”
Tang Mingli smiled without answering.
I quickly changed the subject and talked about moving. Since this place was just a rental, I packed my things and called a moving company to help me move.
Actually, I didn’t have much at home. In the past, I could say I was dirt poor; the most valuable things I owned were that computer and a box of medicinal herbs.
Tang Mingli helped me load the items onto the truck and accompanied me to the new house.
The security at Night House was excellent; they carefully checked my identification before letting us in.
The Wei Family had given me a house on the top floor, complete with a rooftop garden for planting some medicinal herbs.
The apartment was beautifully decorated, with various furniture fully equipped. Even the appliances were top-notch, including the oven I had long dreamed of. My mood instantly brightened.
Tang Mingli watched me indulgently from behind, silently thinking that I was easily satisfied.
I cooked a sumptuous dinner. After Tang Mingli finished eating, he left with a look of happiness on his face. I thought to myself, it’s amazing how a meal can make him so happy; he truly is easy to please.
At that moment, I didn’t know that if Tang Mingli knew my thoughts, he would probably be speechless. Do you understand how precious food infused with Spiritual Energy is? Even if he’s a Dark Strength expert, a Transformation Strength or Core Strength practitioner would be happy for half a day over it.
I opened my computer and checked the Live Stream Room, discovering that the other three had only given crowns as tips, while Jiu Lingzi had sent me something else.
It was a document, and upon opening it, I found two alchemy recipes: the Peyuan Pill and the Detox Pill.
Jiu Lingzi hadn’t left me a message, but these two recipes thrilled me.
Medicinal Cuisine is great, but it needs to be freshly made, making it unusable in combat. Who has ever fought while holding a bowl of chicken soup?
But pills are different. If I had a detox pill at that time, the battle with the lewd man from the Ghost Witch Sect wouldn’t have ended so badly, and I wouldn’t have eaten Yin Shengyao’s stuff and owed him a favor.
After I advanced to the first rank, I could refine pills, but only some low-level ones, and the Peyuan Pill and Detox Pill were among them.
The Peyuan Pill nourishes and strengthens the body, improving one’s constitution. Taking one during cultivation can speed up progress and is favored by practitioners.
The materials for the Peyuan Pill aren’t hard to find, but those that grow naturally are rare; many come from greenhouses and are mass-produced, resulting in significantly less potency.
I ran around most of Shan City and finally gathered the naturally grown herbs. Without a pill furnace, I had a sudden idea to use a pressure cooker instead.
I used my Spiritual Power to wash the materials thoroughly, placed them in the pressure cooker, then cranked the pressure up to maximum and continuously infused it with Spiritual Energy.
I refined this batch of pills for a full four hours. Just as the pills were ready, the pressure cooker suddenly made a loud bang, and the lid flew off, slamming into the iron bars of the window, bending them.
White mist billowed from the cooker. The air filled with an invigorating medicinal fragrance. I leaned in for a look and saw six round beads resting at the bottom of the cooker, resembling pearls—very beautiful.
I picked one up and examined it closely; it seemed I had succeeded?
I took out my camera, snapped a photo, and sent it to Jiu Lingzi, asking, “Mr. Jiu Lingzi, can you take a look? Is this a success?”
Eating one would usually confirm it, but can pills be consumed casually? What if I made a mistake and they were toxic?
A response came quickly from him: “Not bad; it barely qualifies as medium-grade. How many materials did you waste?”
“I wasted four portions,” I said. “I prepared enough herbs for ten pills but only produced six.”
“……” He was silent for a long time before saying, “You succeeded in one go? And your success rate was sixty percent?”
“Well... that seems to be the case,” I replied, bewildered.
“……” He was silent again: “What pill furnace did you use? Did you obtain a high-grade treasure?”
“It was my family’s pressure cooker.”
“……” Jiu Lingzi was at a loss for words.
“Where exactly did you pop out from?” he said, almost grinding his teeth.
“... I was born to my parents.”
Jiu Lingzi was completely speechless: “Forget it, just remember: pills without patterns are low-grade, those with patterns are medium-grade, and those with more than four patterns are high-grade pills. If the pills glow, they are top-grade.”
After that, he fell silent. I scratched my head, wondering if I had said something wrong and offended him.
Jiu Lingzi’s temperament is truly peculiar.
I picked up a pill and swallowed it. It had no taste, but once it entered my stomach, it felt incredibly pleasant, with a surge of Spiritual Energy flooding through my body. I immediately crossed my legs and began cultivating.
It wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky that I finished refining the pill's energy within me. Stretching, I felt completely relaxed.
Those four to five hours were equivalent to two weeks of my previous cultivation. No wonder the male protagonists in fantasy novels love taking pills to cultivate; it really is a fast track!
After storing the Peyuan Pill, I began to prepare the Detox Pill. This one was easier to refine, and I produced seven medium-grade pills in one batch.
This time, when the lid flew off, I quickly covered it with a blanket, saving my window bars from damage.
Having successfully refined two batches of pills, I was in great spirits, and with dawn breaking, I thought I should buy a couple of expensive outfits to wear out so that I wouldn’t be looked down upon by others.
I put on a hat and mask before heading out, but once I entered the mall, I was completely lost. Previously, I would buy clothes at street stalls for under a hundred yuan. Now, looking at the array of exquisite garments, I had no idea what to buy.
Perhaps I looked too shabby; when I entered those high-end stores, nobody paid me any attention. Of course, no one chased me away either, so I strolled around, glancing at the prices often exceeding ten thousand yuan, feeling a bit pained and reluctant to buy anything.
I walked into a beautifully decorated store. The female salesperson glanced at me and then continued with her work, and I didn’t mind.
Suddenly, I spotted a long black dress and took it out to compare. I asked, “Excuse me, where’s the fitting room?”
The salesperson looked at me and said, “Ma’am, this dress costs seven thousand.”
Seven thousand?
I felt a pinch in my heart; it’s not that I couldn’t afford it, but I was reluctant to spend that much.
“Well then, never mind,” I sighed, a bit regretful.
The salesperson scoffed quietly, thinking, I know you can’t afford it. I’ve seen many like you, just trying without buying.
I was about to put the dress back when suddenly a voice said, “Try it on.”
Startled, I turned around to see Yin Shengyao.
How come I keep running into him? Is this what they call fate?
“Try it on; it should look great on you,” he said nonchalantly.
I couldn’t help but frown, “Are you following me?”
But the female salesperson suddenly stood up, her face adorned with a charming smile: “Mr. Yin, the suit you ordered is ready; would you like to try it on?”
Yin Shengyao nodded slightly, and the salesperson happily went to get the clothes. That bespoke suit looked quite expensive; probably my dress wouldn’t even be worth one of his suits.
He went into the fitting room with the clothes, and the female salesperson, using the excuse of helping him dress, followed him inside.
I was left standing there, feeling quite uncomfortable.
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