Chapter 1350 — Half a Chance of Victory
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Suddenly the Alchemist, deep in his bitter pondering, opened his eyes and sniffed: "How fragrant! What medicinal ingredient is this? " Shen Mu, refining the Taisu primal liquid, said: "This is the egg liquid from the Taisu Egg that grants whatever one asks.
It is not a medicinal ingredient. " "Anything under heaven can be made into medicine, to say nothing of an ancient god within an egg.
" The Alchemist's eyes flickered: "Fetch me a little of the egg liquid, and let me see whether it can be made into medicine!
" Shen Mu took out a little of the egg liquid, feeling the pang of it, and said: "This is the egg liquid of the Taisu Egg, unmatched under heaven.
Every drop used is a drop lost.
Grandfather Alchemist, you must be careful with it.
If it cannot be made into medicine, give it back to me and I will eat it. . .
" "You stuff yourself heedlessly, and that is nothing but a waste of heaven's bounty.
In my hands it becomes a good medicine to cure the sick and save lives. " The Alchemist gave a cold laugh, then observed the Taisu primal liquid most carefully, muttering words under his breath. Again he transformed his vital essence into the strange dao patterns of various elixirs.
Previously he had tried to splice different dao patterns together, and every attempt had ended in failure. This time he carefully drew out a thread of the primal liquid; at the slightest stir of his thought, the Taisu primal liquid actually changed with his intent, slowly transforming into strange dao patterns that linked the dao patterns of one elixir after another. The Alchemist suddenly wept, yet laughed aloud, tilting back his head and letting the tears slide down both cheeks: "My dao, it is complete—" Shen Mu was holding the eggshell in both hands and drinking the primal liquid, like a man holding an absurdly large rice bowl to drink his porridge.
Seeing this scene, he was greatly delighted, and hastily set down the eggshell and asked: "Grandfather Alchemist, how much certainty do you have of healing Celestial Venerable Yue? " The Alchemist rose to his feet, spirited and commanding, with the bearing of a grand master, and held up one finger: "One tenth!
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