Chapter 158 Qin Mingdan

Qin Ming picked and chose, and soon found what he wanted.

"Divine Pill Body, refine!" A purple flame appeared out of thin air in front of Qin Ming, and he threw the spirit plants into the fire.

Instantly, these spirit plants began to turn into liquid, and small, colorful beads appeared, dancing in the air, a beautiful sight.

Condense!

The liquid beads began to collide, and soon became small pills.

Qin Ming took out a jade bottle and caught the flying pills, a total of ten. This kind of pill could only be refined into ten per batch.

And Qin Ming had obviously reached the maximum number of ten.

"What kind of pill is this?" Elder Qing, who was watching, asked.

Smiling, Qin Ming said, "This is Qin Ming Pill."

Qin Ming Pill?

Qin Ming Pill!

Is there such a pill?

Elder Qing became even more confused.

"Hmm…" Qin Ming chuckled, "It's a pill named after me.

Or rather, it's a nameless pill; I haven't thought of a name yet."

"A pill you researched yourself, a third-grade pill?" Elder Qing's voice went up an octave.

Oh my goodness.

Qin Ming researched a pill himself, and it's a third-grade pill.

How old is Qin Ming? How could he possibly research a pill?

Every pill is the result of countless trials, and only very experienced old alchemists could possibly research them.

Behind a simple pill formula lies so much hardship and bitterness.

But Qin Ming spoke of it so simply, so casually.

It was as if his researching a pill was like drinking tea, not worth mentioning.

Qin Ming handed two pills to Elder Qing and said,

"One for you to research, and the other for Patriarch Ouyang to take.

This pill can cure any second-grade and third-grade poison."

"It can cure any second-grade and third-grade poison? Is there such a pill?"

Elder Qing held the two pills, stared intently at them, and asked.

Qin Ming nodded without hesitation and said, "This pill can.

Of course, it must be this kind of perfect-grade pill. As for non-perfect-grade pills of this kind, what specific poisons they can cure…

I haven't refined any, so I don't know."

Why would he refine anything but perfect pills? With Qin Ming's ability, to refine a non-perfect-grade pill, he would have to deliberately make a mistake, which would be too troublesome and mentally exhausting.

"Alright!" Helpless, Elder Qing carefully put the pills away.

This wasn't the first or second type of pill Qin Ming had given him to research, but he hadn't been able to figure out a single one.

However, this time Qin Ming had refined the pill in front of him, and the spirit plants used were very clear, so there should be some clues.

Thinking of this, he felt a little discouraged. Qin Ming had already started developing his own pills.

Yet he couldn't even figure out the pills Qin Ming gave him to research.

It's truly infuriating how people compare themselves to others.

He stopped thinking about it. The more he thought, the more he lost confidence. It was better to save the Ouyang family first.

But…

Instantly, Elder Qing's expression became somewhat troubled.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ming asked.

"Nothing… nothing!" Elder Qing quickly said.

How could he possibly say that he had already told the Ouyang family that Patriarch Ouyang was suffering from a mixed poison and that there was no time to refine a pill?

He had said it was already beyond saving.

But this slap to the face came too quickly. He estimated that the Ouyang family was probably already preparing for a funeral now.

How was he going to smooth things over?

Shaking his head, Elder Qing greeted Qin Ming and walked towards the Ouyang family's mansion. He would take it one step at a time. In any case, if he could save the person, the Ouyang family should be grateful to him.

They would definitely not blame him.