Death by Injury
Nobody wanted to use death by injury pill unless one wanted to make one last ditch effort. It granted one on the verge of death due to injury a boost to Spirit Severing Realm and instantaneous restoration to prior to the consumer’s injury. However, the consumer would only have seven days of life after consumption.
The creator of death by injury was Alchemist Wu Xin. He developed the pill that far based on formulas passed down generations before his time. Part of the challenge was the conflicting approaches of pill alchemy and herb refinement, the latter being abandoned over the course of history. He impressively turned herbs into a pill, but the last ten herbs stumped him due to their clash.
Mu Yu found out there were one thousand and two hundred pill herbs used in the making of the pill. Alchemist Wu Xin was able to nullify the discords of a commendable one hundred herbs.
As for Mu Yu’s job, solving the cancellations between the remaining ten herbs was just a matter of time. The headaches were following the procedural order, ratios and fire. There was one more difficulty. He had to sneak a drop of his blood into the mix without anyone noticing. Though he was supposed to be caught in a dilemma, a mischievous grin crept up onto his face.
Daoist Yun Dan planned to have Mu Yu write out how he completed reversal pill after the contest. That was when Elder Leng came up with his master plan. Whether or not the first time was a fluke would soon be answered.
“Shishu, would Mu Yu really be able to finish the pill after you set him up? It is not fair on other disciples, either,” expressed Daoist Yun Dan.
“What do you mean it’s unfair? If Mu Yu does succeed, he unquestionably deserves the slot. Furthermore, isn’t it a blessing for the other disciples to take a page out of his book as they watch him finish it live?” expostulated Elder Leng.
“Yes, but what if he fails?” argued Daoist Yun Dan, somewhat regretting his impulse decision when Elder Leng first suggested it.
“In that case, he doesn’t get to go to Second Heaven. Didn’t Ku Mu come back for the slot?”
“He’s never produced pills, has he? How is he going to complete it?”
“Speed Alchemy Mental Cultivation. Ku Mu had him learn Speed Alchemy Mental Cultivation, but he never suffered any of the problems others did. To the contrary, his cultivation improved. Ku Mu went off track after learning it. I, nevertheless, am willing to bet Mu Yu employs Speed Alchemy Mental Cultivation to finish the pills.”
“We both know the harm of Speed Alchemy Mental Cultivation. I doubt it will be enough on its own.”
“We’re about to find out and how. If he succeeds, it’ll also serve as motivation for the other disciples. After all, if Ku Mu led him astray, yet he was able to complete the pill, the others have to pick up the slack unless they want to let Mu Yu be superior,” opined Elder Leng, stroking his beard.
“Why does it sound as though he’s insulting my mentoring?” thought Daoist Yun Dan.
Mu Yu was glad the alchemists behind the incomplete pills recorded everything they did and what to pay attention to. He spent two hours visualising the process following the formula provided to figure out when to add the remaining herbs. Xu Ziye was already trying, or rather, struggling futilely. Bie Wenxuan and Xiao Hua were still trying to analyse what had to be done.
With all the attention on him, Mu Yu had to follow the standard procedure. Thanks to the notes Alchemist Wu Xin left behind, Mu Yu just needed to follow the instructions.
The audience’s relieved remarks were audible. They almost gave up watching after waiting for two long hours.
Three of the ten remaining herbs were liquid form. The other seven were powder. The volume of each was minute. Mu Yu cautiously deleted the incompatible components and then used his spiritual energy to refine it.
Success! Whoosh! The energy propagated with Mu Yu as the epicentre, knocking people off balance. Red clouds shrouded the sun. Violent qi spawned from behind the crimson clouds. The spiritual energy around the pill in Mu Yu’s hand went wild, spreading an herb aroma.
A purple lightning bolt shot out from behind the crimson cloud toward the death by injury pill.
Daoist Yun Dan squeezed his arm rest with a vice-like grip. “H-he did it?”
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