’Change, it ans transformation, substitution... the sublimation of one elent into another...’
’Blood... should we temporarily understand it as a liquid, or perhaps alcoholic beverages, or wine?’
’Thus, the aning of "transmutative blood" is to concoct various wines, or even fresh blood, through alchemy...’
Zhong Shenxiu pondered the aning of the book’s title as he turned to the first page.
On the pale yellow pages, rows of black text were written in soarican script: "March 17th, sunny... I besought the Deity of the Years, responding to my call, presenting with a brilliant formula, which I must hurriedly record... 200 grams of rum, 3 bay leaves, 6 drops of lemon juice... It will lift to heaven..."
"April, it seems like the ’Heavenly Strong Drink’ from last ti still has room for improvent... how about adding a few drops of a vengeful spirit’s tears?"
...
The first half of the notebook seed quite normal, mostly the trials of an anonymous mixologist experinting with new concoctions.
Yet, so pages were scribbled with intricate and aningless lines like on scratch paper.
Several pages appeared stained with liquor, making the original writing completely illegible.
Other than that, so of the ingredients seed a bit bizarre, almost like a joke.
Such as ’blood of a rose,’ or ’tears of a vengeful spirit’...
Shenxiu calmly flipped through them, reaching the latter half.
If the handwriting in the first half of the book was neat, the second half was wild and sloppy.
In addition to various cocktail mixing attempts, there were also hair-raising terms, like human blood...
And there was an abundance of failures throughout, clearly indicating the author’s frustration and rage.
Sotis, wedged between the recipes, were incomprehensible hymns, resembling religious sacrificial texts.
And the book ntioned a certain "True Blood Codex" several tis, every line reeking of longing.
’These characters hold traces of the original author’s madness, bound to impart a certain spiritual shock upon subsequent readers...’
’Without proper adjustnt, or perhaps consulting a psychologist, one would likely face insomnia, mania, hysteria, and other symptoms...’
Shenxiu thought to himself as he turned to the last few pages.
He saw a line underscored by multiple red lines—’Wrong, I’ve been wrong since the beginning!’
’Haha... I should have realized this sooner, I shouldn’t have solicited other deities...’
’Deity of the Years, Seven Difficulties, Da Mo, Moth Lord... Although they each possess great powers, the brewing of longevity blood is beyond their domain and authority...’
’All glory be to You... Great Boiling Blood, Master of Black Blood!’
’Blood is power, blood is glory, blood is everything!’
Seeing the nas of the deities, especially the familiar ’Da Mo’, Shenxiu’s eyes twitched slightly as he reached the last page.
There, it bore just one line—’At last... I have seen that door!’
He casually closed "The Blood of Change," silently recalling everything he had read.
’Without a doubt, this is a beginner’s grimoire. Extrely unfriendly to newcors, not only employing a wealth of taphors and similes but also containing a certain spiritual contamination... If one were to indulge deeply in its study without sufficient talent, it might indeed drive a person to utter madness...’
"But this doesn’t change the fact that it’s just an introductory text, on which one might be able to organize so ’Spiritual Wine’ recipes, and perhaps later on concoct so blood with magical effects, but still within the realm of ’mortals’,"
"Truly becoming ’extraordinary’ requires pushing open that door to step into the mysterious world. However, the thod for opening the door is not recorded..."
Shenxiu found this to be as expected.
Julie was also fishing, and it wouldn’t be possible for her to reveal sothing too valuable all at once.
Learning the content of "Evolving Blood" could perhaps make one a mystic apprentice, which was already a fine gift.
"It’s just that so of the raw materials are hard to find, likely only through her as the sole channel, along with the subsequent knowledge of mysticism... Over ti, this Whisperer Bar will stop being my ATM and beco hers instead."
Shenxiu was well aware of Julie’s little sches.
But having obtained what he wanted, he didn’t mind playing along with the other party’s gas.
"Confronting her with this now would scare her to death."
"I should wait a while longer, it’s better to put on an act first, make myself look like I have dark circles, ssy hair... a slightly crazy, half-delirious look, that would seem normal to her, heh..."
"Those who try to have everything under control will inevitably be played by fate!"
Shenxiu was far from mad. His spirit and will were extrely firm, not to be shaken by deciphering an introductory mysticism text.
He took a short break, put aside issues like the taboo nas of Evil God and others, and began to organize the various Spiritual Wine recipes in his notes.
In the first half of the book, the Spiritual Wines devised from alcohol were considered the most basic.
Towards the latter half, the materials required beca more and more precious and bizarre, often necessitating so rituals for assistance.
"Hmm... So of my ideas, such as the previous concept of using essence materials to concoct potions, had already been put into practice by others."
"These special ’Spiritual Wines’ can be seen as a kind of mystic potion; unfortunately... they mostly have only temporary effects, not much help to mystics."
He had various wine utensils brought to him and began to attempt concocting the initial ’Heavenly Strong Drink.’
Due to the lack of phantom’s tears, the recipe used was the most primitive version.
Although the concoction process was difficult, and the procedures in the notebook were quite rough, Shenxiu, with his previous experience in concocting the Potion of Desire, used his master-level bartending skills to successfully navigate through it.
After failing 9 tis in a row, in front of him was a cocktail continuously emitting bubbles.
If Julie saw this scene, she would probably be scared to death.
According to her estimate, even if she had high hopes for Li Wei, it would still take him about a month of arduous exploration to complete the most basic Spiritual Wine.
"According to the notebook, Heavenly Strong Drink has a brief effect of invigorating the drinker’s essence..."
Shenxiu contemplated for a mont, picked up the glass, and took a sip.
The next mont, he felt his blood surge faster as the liquid slid down his throat, his heart beating thumpingly.
In this state, his already active spiritual power began to stir inexplicably, bringing new sensations and changes.
"So this is essence?!"
Shenxiu drained the contents of the glass in one gulp, a smile erging on his lips: "Essence? Haha... it’s just the Western term for the Qi of the world. Although its existence and manifestation forms differ, the essence is still the sa..."
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