C123 A rare apothecary

Taking advantage of the night and the boundless rain, Zhao Mingzhe carefully rushed back to the meditation room. Wiping the rain off of his body, he let go of the pill he was clutching in his hand.

Originally, Zhao Mingzhe thought that he had refined three Thunder Strengthening Pills, but he never thought that other than the three complete pellets in his hand, he would actually have half a pellet.

After thinking about it, Zhao Mingzhe understood. This half of the pill should have been incomplete because of the broken sword that was inserted into the stone.

This wasn't really anything, what really made Zhao Mingzhe uneasy was that the Thunder Strengthening Pill he refined seemed to be a little different from the one described in the book!

According to the records of the booklet that Duan Wuya had left behind, after he had successfully refined the Lightning Strike Origin Strengthening Pill, it had become seven-colored, and although the pill that Zhao Mingzhe had refined also had a seven-colored faint color, it was mostly blood-red.

This time round, Zhao Mingzhe was only drawing the mark of a gourd, he had no way of determining if he had succeeded or not.

After thinking for half a night, Zhao Mingzhe finally decided that before he was certain that the pellet would be successfully refined, he must not consume the pellet.

After he made his decision, Zhao Mingzhe fell asleep in a daze. He did not know that the North Zen's host and Elder Wu Hui were sitting under the ancient Cyan Lantern Buddha without sleep for the entire night.

The next morning, Zhao Mingzhe woke up under the supervision of a monk from the Discipline Academy.

Three days later. Zhao Mingzhe felt that his injuries had already healed quite a bit, so he found a reason and told Wu Cong before he went straight to the center of the imperial city.

Of course, Zhao Mingzhe did not go to the center of the imperial city to play around.

When Zhao Mingzhe arrived at the central street of the Imperial City, he first found a restaurant. He ate without batting an eyelid, listening to the idle chatter of the people while they ate.

In his previous life, Zhao Mingzhe had been a spy and knew that often, when they were eating and resting, it was easiest to hear some news.

As expected, Zhao Mingzhe's luck was not bad as well. Not long after, he heard vaguely that a table of people were discussing a trading ground near the Xuanyuan Zong of the imperial city.

Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself, since there were pills being auctioned at the trade center, even a fool would be able to deduce that there must be people who knew how to refine pills.

After thinking of this point, Zhao Mingzhe casually ate a few more mouthfuls of food, paid the bill, and left, and prepared to go to the trade center to take a look at the situation.

Considering that the trading center was near the Xuanyuan Zong, Zhao Mingzhe was worried that he would run into Ye Jinxuan or Zhao Qilin who was training in the Xuanyuan Zong. Hence, he covered his entire body with a black robe, revealing only his eyes.

With this appearance, even if Zhao Mingzhe's father Xiao Lingfeng was standing in front of him, he might not be able to recognize him.

After making his preparations, Zhao Mingzhe headed over to the trade center without any problems. While patient with his thoughts, Zhao Mingzhe spent four hours to walk around the entire third floor trading ground.

Of course, after going through this, Zhao Mingzhe had already heard from the others that in this gigantic trade center, only the Spirit Treasure Hall, which was opened on the second floor, could have the ability to assess whether or not the pills had been successfully refined.

As for why there were so few people who could taste the medicinal pellets, Zhao Mingzhe had already found out the reason.

Actually, the main reason for this was that there were very few apothecaries. Not only was the consumption extremely huge, the success rate of forging a pill was also extremely low.

Ordinary alchemists would not be able to support the consumption of raw crystal and animal core. This made the alchemists and the Wealthy Class could only rely on each other to obtain what they needed.

The materials that the Wealthy Class pill refiner needed to be protected and refined by his family. Of course, most of the pills that were refined by the Alchemist were naturally used by the Wealthy Class.

Under such circumstances, it was difficult for an ordinary person to see a pill. It would be abnormal if there were too many people who were able to taste a pill!

However, since he already knew that there was someone that could concoct pills, Zhao Mingzhe immediately felt that the matter was much easier to handle. After resting for a while, Zhao Mingzhe went to the Spirit Treasure Hall and directly told the shop assistant that he wanted to sell the pills.

The shop assistant from the Spirit Treasure Hall respectfully invited Zhao Mingzhe to a room. After Zhao Mingzhe sat down, he did not have the time to take a closer look at the screen in the room.

When the old man saw Zhao Mingzhe's clothing, his eyes were filled with suspicion, but he still carried a smile in his eyes as he spoke with a respectful expression:

"I am Liu, a shopkeeper of the Spirit Treasure Hall. "I've heard that your esteemed customer has pills for sale. May I know what tier of apothecary it is?"

Before Zhao Mingzhe came here, he had already thought of what to say.

"I got the pill by chance, but I don't know what tier of apothecary it is." "However, I heard that this pill can heal injuries, stabilize cultivation, and increase your vitality."

Manager Liu smiled. The expression in his eyes gradually became less respectful.

"It seems like you aren't an alchemist, and you don't know about pills either. Generally speaking, successful pills can only have one use, and it's impossible for it to be like you said."

Regarding what Manager Liu said, Zhao Mingzhe really did not know and could not help but be startled. At this time, Manager Liu continued:

"Since your esteemed guest has come to the Spiritual Treasure sect, if you are willing, then take out the pill that you have mentioned. This old man can let you have a taste of it."

Zhao Mingzhe had originally come to sell pellets, just for the sake of someone to appraise. Naturally, he did not hesitate now, and directly took out the half piece of Lightning Strike Origin Strengthening Pill!

At this moment, the reverence in the old man's eyes disappeared, and was replaced with disapproval.

"It's only half a pill, and its color looks messy. Even an alchemist who just entered the sect would not be able to refine a Beast Gathering Pill this rough …"

Zhao Mingzhe's heart sank, he felt that he had failed to concoct the pill, and from what Shopkeeper Liu said and what was written in the book, it was completely different. Could it be that he met a fake Alchemist Duan Wuya at that time?

Just as Zhao Mingzhe was feeling somewhat helpless in his heart, a clear and cold voice suddenly came from behind the room's screen:

"Manager Liu, let this customer wait a moment. Come over, I have something to tell you."

Shopkeeper Liu was startled for a moment. Then, he told Zhao Mingzhe to wait a moment, and walked towards the back of the screen. Zhao Mingzhe still maintained his expression, but his heart was already extremely shocked.

The person behind the screen was so close to him that he did not notice his arrival at all. This meant that this person's strength was definitely above his.

Most importantly, Zhao Mingzhe faintly felt that this person's voice was a little familiar. If his judgement was not wrong, this person was the artifact mixer who had started a massacre right next to the Second Prince in the slave field!

Initially, Zhao Mingzhe only wanted to find someone to test whether the pill was successfully refined, but now, he felt a faint unease in his heart …