348: Chapter 348: Secret dicine (Please Follow, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) 348: Chapter 348: Secret dicine (Please Follow, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) The heart of the Blood Spider was not large, only about the size of two of He Ao’s fists, shimring with a crystalline red glow.
Yet it was this small heart that supported the Blood Spider’s massive body.
It would be difficult to achieve this simply through the contraction of physical muscles, so the heart itself must contain a strong Transcendent power that circulated blood not through muscular contraction but through the surge of Transcendent power.
He Ao jumped down from the Blood Spider’s body, stepped into the snow, and walked over to the cluster of Soul Spider Silk he had separated from the cliff face earlier.
It must not have been easy for the Blood Spider to create this cluster of Soul Spider Silk, as it probably only had this one.
Because during the most intense part of the battle, when it struggled the most against He Ao, and even at its most perilous monts, it had not produced any new Soul Spider Silk.
Anticipating this, He Ao had initially refrained from delivering a killing blow to the Blood Spider.
Instead, he angered it and waited for the Blood Spider to release its silk.
The most dangerous aspect of the silk was not its strong adhesive properties but its disturbing effect on the Soul.
He Ao estimated that this ability to awaken the most painful mories could plunge even C-level combatants into a prolonged state of decline and agony.
Unfortunately for the Blood Spider, it encountered He Ao, who had slightly stronger ntal resistance and quickly awoke from the mories.
After securing the silk, He Ao walked back to his motorcycle, opened the box underneath, and took out a pot, mortar, kitchen knife, and other tools.
The preparation of the ‘warrior’ Secret dicine needed to be done quickly, which was why He Ao had brought all his tools with him.
The heart of the Blood Spider had to be used within ten minutes of extraction, and now the brilliance on the heart He Ao held in his hands had started to dim, as the originally fresh flesh rapidly withered away.
Blood-soaked snowflakes were easy to make, the blizzard outside provided plenty, so He Ao simply caught so in a basin, mixed in the Blood Spider’s fresh blood, and then weighed the required mass on an electronic scale.
He placed the blood-soaked snowflakes and the Blood Spider’s heart into the mortar and pressed down hard, grinding them into a mushy substance quickly.
anwhile, he set up the pot.
Previously in Ronald’s camp, when brewing Secret dicine, they would do so over an open fla, requiring a skilled veteran Pharmacist to control the heat; this Pharmacist was Ronald’s teacher in the camp school, that old gentleman.
Before the old gentleman passed away, he told Ronald the Secret dicine recipes and how to control the heating during brewing.
Brewing Secret dicine was a serious test of one’s craft, requiring precise control over the heat and temperature.
It was difficult for apprentices new to the trade to master, requiring long and continuous practice, which was also why Ronald hadn’t been able to brew Secret dicine while on the run—he didn’t have the ti to learn.
Since Ronald had no experience making Secret dicine, He Ao naturally didn’t either, nor did he possess the old Pharmacist’s ability to monitor the heat.
But his previous concoctions of ‘Furious Man’, ‘Fighter’, and ‘Martial Artist’ had all succeeded on the first attempt.
His thod for ensuring success was quite simple.
He Ao rummaged through the motorcycle’s box and took out a,
an induction cooker with a temperature sensor.
Technology changes life, after all.
Federation’s induction cookers co with automatic temperature control and can be set to specific temperatures and durations for different stages, controlling the heat automatically.
Of course, induction cookers work only with iron cookware, while the old Pharmacist relied on specially made earthenware pots for brewing Secret dicine.
He Ao naturally couldn’t use an earthenware pot, nor could he obtain one of those custom-made pots on short notice.
His solution was simple: if earthenware pots weren’t an option, just don’t use one.
Instead, use a flat-bottod pan directly.
The Secret dicine brewed in it would still work.
Anyway, he had successfully advanced.
This ti he needed more ingredients, so he didn’t use a frying pan but switched to a larger soup pot instead.
He tossed the crushed heart and snowflakes into the pot, then found three Blood Moon Fruits, squashed them to soak the juices into the pot.
He covered the lid and started to simr.
Actually, simring was quite difficult as the heat could easily burn the mixture, requiring real-ti control of the temperature.
However, this smart induction stove ca with a scorch prevention feature that was quite effective, and He Ao left it to the side while he prepared other things.
The Soul Spider Silk was highly adhesive, so he had to separate it slightly for easier stirring later on.
Half an hour sped by, and the blood-red flesh in the pot mixed with the bright red fruit juice, gradually rging.
Little by little, a crystalline red glow seeped from the Blood Spider’s heart, blending into the broth as if flas were boiling within.
Once thirty minutes had passed, He Ao threw in the torn Soul Spider Silk.
The Soul Spider Silk, initially extrely sticky and unusually sturdy, dissolved almost instantly upon contact with the blood-red broth, like ice lting rapidly in boiling water, and seeped into the pot.
With the dissolving of the Soul Spider Silk, the wailing cries of imprisoned undead emanated from the pot.
They scread and roared, bursting out of the boiling soup pot, gradually dissipating.
Having escaped their cages, they finally found eternal rest, yet their tornt still dissolved in the broth, becoming part of the ingredients for this crimson Secret dicine.
As the Soul Spider Silk dissolved, a unique fragrance gradually wafted from the pot.
This “fragrance” was extraordinarily clear, as if it was the most wonderful and attractive thing in the world.
It didn’t rely on air to spread.
Even when He Ao held his nose, he couldn’t prevent the fragrance from entering his mind.
After catching a whiff of this aroma, He Ao’s heartbeat seed to quicken by half a beat.
Like a starving glutton suddenly seeing the most delicious food in the world, the fragrance tempted He Ao to lift the lid and devour all the boiling broth and flesh within like a beast.
This was the allure of sharing the sa Talent Sequences, an experience He Ao had undergone more than once, but the process of concocting the Secret dicine amplified the attraction to its utmost.
He Ao tucked away the jar filled with Piranha Tooth Powder into his clothes, the last auxiliary ingredient for the ‘warrior’ Secret dicine.
He picked up the short sword planted in the ground and looked towards the deep canyon.
This was the wilderness, not a camp, and the fragrance would not only tempt ‘him’ but also other ‘residents’ of the wilderness.
Rustling sounds ca from the depths of the canyon.
A half-ter-long, snow-white rat appeared in the deep canyon within He Ao’s view.
Blood Rat, a creature coexisting with the Blood Spider, it relied on the scraps of food that the Blood Spider dropped to the ground for sustenance, occasionally also luring prey for the Blood Spider.
When He Ao had just entered the canyon, the noise from the deepest part of the canyon was made by these creatures.
A faint red glow emanated from the giant snow-white rat as it lifted its head, twitching its nose as if it had slled sothing, its eyes blood-red and emitting a dim glow.
Then, pair after pair of blood-red eyes lit up in the night.
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