Sect Recruitment: I Can See Attribute Entries

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Seize the Moment, Cut When You Must

Chapter 40: Seize the Moment, Cut When You Must

Zhao Wanqing’s injuries were, in truth, quite severe.

Just looking at her complexion, one could tell she had lost too much blood. She had already taken emergency pills on the way back to prevent her condition from worsening.

Li Xingtian had his reasons for bringing her to the courtyard first instead of the Demon Sealing Division.

The ritual formation he had seen in the village was nearly identical to the one inside the Qingfeng Sect’s mining area.

It was highly likely they shared the same origin. The moment he saw that familiar pattern carved into the ground, he had known.

That was why he insisted on recording the formation himself and letting Zhao Wanqing look for other clues.

He wanted to report this to his master before anyone else — to see whether it posed a threat, or worse, if it was actually the Qingfeng Sect’s doing.

If necessary, they could even use this chance to frame Qingfeng Sect, letting the Demon Sealing Division destroy them completely.

Of course, that kind of move required careful planning. A single misstep could draw suspicion right back to their own small sect.

In Li Xingtian’s eyes, no matter how important Zhao Wanqing’s mission or the Demon Sealing Division’s investigation was, nothing outweighed the safety of their tiny three-person sect.

The commotion in the courtyard soon drew Li Yingling out of her room.

She had not yet gone to bed, and when she stepped outside, her gaze immediately fell on Zhao Wanqing — her unsteady breathing and pale face leaving no doubt she was heavily injured.

”You’re seriously hurt?” Li Yingling asked.

Zhao Wanqing steadied her breath and replied softly, ”It’s nothing grave. The Demon Sealing Division has professional physicians.”

Li Yingling’s tone turned sincere — almost eager — as she stepped forward to take Zhao Wanqing’s hand.

”You’re already here. My master’s alchemy skills are top-notch, especially for healing elixirs.”

”That would trouble Senior too much...”

”No trouble at all! My master just happens to be adjusting the flavor of his pills. You can help him test it — it’ll be a big help.” Li Yingling turned and gave her junior brother a meaningful look. ”Right, junior brother?”

Li Xingtian gave her a flat stare. He knew exactly what this was about.

If he didn’t agree, next time their master made another questionable pill, senior sister would just use him as the test subject again.

The memory of that flour-flavored ”spiritual pill” still haunted him.

He sighed and said, ”Senior sister is right.”

Chu Xingchen didn’t refuse either. ”As it happens, I’ve been thinking of new ways to refine medicine.”

After all, his two disciples now looked at his pills as if they were deadly poisons. This was a good opportunity to restore his reputation.

Still holding Zhao Wanqing’s hand, Li Yingling turned and called out cheerfully, ”Junior brother, go get the pot.”

”The... pot?” Zhao Wanqing frowned slightly. What could that possibly be for?

Then she watched as Chu Xingchen took out a few spirit herbs from his storage ring.

He wasn’t... actually going to refine pills on the spot, was he?

Li Xingtian soon returned from the kitchen — carrying a large iron pot.

A cold premonition settled in Zhao Wanqing’s chest. Iron pot? Was he seriously going to use an iron pot to refine medicine?

She had never heard of an alchemist doing that before.

And as it turned out, bad feelings tended to be right.

In the next moment, she watched in disbelief as Chu Xingchen began his ”refinement.”

A large pot of water mixed with spiritual herbs quickly condensed into a small, dark-green liquid sphere, radiating a strong herbal scent — sharp and grassy.

Zhao Wanqing’s eyes widened. He could actually refine pills in an iron pot?!

Seeing her expression, Li Yingling mistook it for fear and quickly comforted her, ”Don’t be scared.”

But the real reason to be scared was yet to come.

”Huh?” Zhao Wanqing blinked in confusion.

This time, however, Chu Xingchen had actually thought it through.

Bitterness, he reasoned, was merely a matter of taste. If he couldn’t remove the bitterness itself, then the simplest way was to deal with the sense of taste altogether.

If one couldn’t taste bitterness, then naturally — the medicine wouldn’t be bitter.

And there were plenty of herbs that could dull the taste buds.

He had chosen one that not only did the job but also helped replenish blood.

This time, healing and replenishing blood were achieved in one go.