Yin Tian and his group arrived at the back hall.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yin Tian walked straight toward the Alchemy Furnace and thoroughly inspected it.
"Don’t worry, there’s definitely nothing wrong with this furnace."
The old man glared at Yin Tian discontentedly.
Yin Tian chuckled softly, turned his head, and looked at the towering pile of firewood not far away.
He walked over, grabbed a large bundle, returned to the base of the Alchemy Furnace, and neatly stacked the dry firewood.
"A light."
Yin Tian spoke.
Soon, soone pulled out a lighter and handed it to Yin Tian.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Yin Tian’s actions.
Since the Alchemy Furnace was placed here, a long ti had passed.
But never had anyone seen soone use this Alchemy Furnace to concoct anything.
Today, they finally had the chance to witness soone use this Alchemy Furnace to make dicine.
Yin Tian lit the firewood below, and the roaring flas incessantly scorched the Alchemy Furnace.
Yin Tian stood up, removed the furnace lid, and after ensuring there were no extraneous things inside, he opened the small cloth bag he had been carrying on his person.
Inside were the dicinal ingredients previously provided by the old man from Wanyao Hall, to be used for treating Ye Qinghuang’s illness.
Soon, the entire furnace was scorching hot from the fire’s blaze.
Yin Tian extended his hand and dropped the dicinal ingredients one by one through the open furnace lid.
"Water."
Yin Tian commanded.
The dicine had begun to brew, and he could not leave this place before it was ready; he had to continuously monitor the furnace’s condition.
The ancient thod of concocting dicine required not just superb skill but also ample patience.
Otherwise, it was simply impossible to produce a successful pill.
"Fetch so water."
The old man from Wanyao Hall turned and glanced at the Association President.
The only person who dared to speak to the Association President this way in the Provincial Traditional dicine Association was probably just this old man.
"Ah... Yes!"
The Association President, who had been watching Yin Tian’s dicine-making tirelessly, snapped back to reality. Reluctant to leave, but not daring to say more, he quickly left.
It wasn’t long before he ca back, carrying a bucket of water.
Yin Tian took the bucket of water, stood up, and then began pouring it into the Alchemy Furnace with a series of thuds.
Sizzle!
The cool water t the heated Alchemy Furnace and instantly turned into steam, rising into the sky.
Yin Tian poured in half a bucket of water before putting the bucket aside, sitting down quietly.
Hours passed, and Yin Tian began to continuously add more herbs into the furnace.
The initially enthusiastic onlookers stood by and watched.
But as they saw this clearly wasn’t going to be finished in just a few hours, they gradually dispersed.
In the end, only Zhao Wanlin, the old man from Wanyao Hall, and the Association’s president and vice-president were still standing there, quietly watching Yin Tian make dicine.
In the blink of an eye, several more hours had gone by.
By this ti, the sky had darkened, and Yin Tian had been sitting here for an entire day!
"Master Yin, isn’t it ready yet?"
Zhao Wanlin asked Yin Tian in a low voice.
"Still early."
Yin Tian responded without turning his head.
"How long does it have to brew..."
Zhao Wanlin muttered.
"In ancient tis, didn’t those who concocted dicine start with days on end?"
The old man from Wanyao Hall shook his head and whispered, "And for so, dicine-making was counted by the tens of days."
"Does Master Yin have to concoct dicine here for several days?"
Zhao Wanlin voiced his astonishnt unbelievingly as he looked towards Yin Tian.
"It shouldn’t take too long, but it’ll still need three to five days."
The old man from Wanyao Hall answered.
Zhao Wanlin was helpless.
He glanced at Yin Tian, said nothing more, and sat down again in a chair to the side, quietly watching.
At this mont, Yin Tian resembled a robot.
He periodically added more firewood beneath the Alchemy Furnace.
Or he poured water or added other dicinal ingredients into the furnace.
During this ti, Yin Tian didn’t speak a word to anyone.
It was as if, in his world, there was only himself and the Alchemy Furnace before him.
In the blink of an eye.
A night passed.
Zhao Wanlin and the others slowly opened their eyes and saw that it was already bright outside.
Yin Tian was still sitting before the Alchemy Furnace, very carefully watching over the furnace’s temperature.
"Master Yin, have you... not slept all night?"
Zhao Wanlin looked at Yin Tian with concern.
"Not tired."
Yin Tian slowly spoke, his voice sowhat hoarse.
"How about I watch it for you, and you get so rest?"
Zhao Wanlin tentatively asked.
Yin Tian turned slightly, glanced at Zhao Wanlin, "Do you know how?"
Zhao Wanlin imdiately looked embarrassed, chuckled sheepishly, and bowed his head.
"I’ll be fine on my own. If you’re tired, go and rest for a bit."
Yin Tian said indifferently.
The old man from Wanyao Hall stood up, stretching, "I can’t keep up anymore, I’m old. I’ll go and sleep for a while, and I’ll co check on you in the afternoon."
"Hmm."
Yin Tian nodded.
"Master, let see you off."
The Association’s president and vice-president rose, supporting the old man from Wanyao Hall as they walked into the distance.
They too wanted the chance to rest for a while.
As for Yin Tian, he was still sitting there, his gaze firmly fixed on the leaping flas before him...
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