The Invincible Supreme Medical God

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Qing Shui watched the young man aged 23-24 who was knocked down. The dark-skinned youth possessed a tall and strong figure, dressed in military uniform.

"Damn your mother! You even dare to knock down the brother of this young Master. Don’t you know who the boss of Hundred-Mile City is?" A strange voice echoed.

Qing Shui frowned as he looked at the people behind the young man. The leader was approximately 25-26 years old, pale-faced, dressed in an expensive embroidered robe. He also despised Qing Shui, cursing him as if he were cursing an idiot.

In his mind, Qing Shui already regarded this person as an obstacle. Despite having a good temper, he would hate anyone who insulted his mother, Haii. He stared at the youth, his gaze sharp as a sword.

"What are you looking at? F*ck your mother, your ab son... "

"Ah!"

Qing Shui moved, his speed as fast as a lightning spark. With the sound of nuts cracking, he kicked the youth, making the witness’s head numb.

"If you don’t want to die, then clean up this trash and debris!" Qing Shui said, without turning his head.

In the eyes of the remaining group, Qing Shui appeared like a Demon. In the blink of an eye, their young Master lay on the ground, without any hope of father’s节.

The rest of the group stared at each other for a moment, then quickly picked up the young Master and rushed away.

Qing Shui calmed himself down, then leisurely returned to the Qing Family’s medical shop. He was still very unhappy. Earlier, he wanted to kill the youth for the insult towards Qing Yi, but ultimately, he did not take action. He did not want to be tainted with blood because of a fool.

However, he failed to notice a silver shadow trailing his movements and observing his actions. When he informed others of what he had witnessed, a strange light flickered in the shadowy silhouette.

Qing Shui was unaware, in his mind he was only concerned about mixing the Five Dragon Pills. However, he had no recipe. Stressing himself, he forced himself to recall the past times playing "Western Fantasy", trying to remember his knowledge from the game. Two level-1 medicines and two second-level medicines could synthesize to produce a third-level medicine.

His eyes lit up: "Even if it fails, even if it fails, I won’t lose anything."

Now, the priority was for Qing Shui to find second-level medicine. Level-1 medicine was common. Second-level medicine referred to herbal medicine that was at least 100 years old. Qing Shui directly returned to the shop and took several 100-year-old herbal medicines.

Damn.

Suddenly, Qing Shui stopped in his tracks. He suddenly realized he didn’t have a cauldron for cooking.

Without wasting time, Qing Shui headed again for Firecloud Blacksmith Shop. Honestly, the reason for returning wasn’t that Firecloud Blacksmith Shop had products superior to others. Clearly, it was because of the adorable shopkeeper.

Upon entering, the middle-aged man cheerfully shouted: "Young Master, what do you need? Our shop is flooded with ample quantities of various weapons. Even if you want something we don’t have, just give us three days, and we can make it for you."

"Oh, Uncle, does your shop sell the Alchemy Cauldrons used by Alchemists?" Qing Shui smiled.

"Yes, yes. You can take a look, we store them in the eastern room. They cost 10 taels of silver each." The middle-aged uncle pointed to a room, his face lit with a smile.

Alchemists, this is an expensive profession, therefore usually only wealthy Clans can afford to foster Alchemists. Qing Shui loudly said in his heart: "Gosh, this lousy cauldron actually costs 10 taels of silver. Even with talent, without money, a person is powerless."

Qing Shui looked at a cauldron made of ordinary materials. To buy a quality cauldron indeed might cost 10 taels of silver, as he eventually chose one before leaving.

Qing Shui did not return to the Qing Family’s medicine shop. Before entering Violet Jade Fairy Realm, he visited a secluded place. As he mixed various herbal medicines together, he focused on the memories released in his Consciousness Sea. He divided Four-leaf Flower and wool flower roots into several parts. Qing Shui chose wool flower roots for its features such as detoxification, improving blood circulation, restoring Qi, and dispelling the dead air inside organs. It could enhance the body’s immunity against toxins.

Once everything was ready, Qing Shui used the original flame technique to start boiling the mixed herbal medicine in the Alchemy Cauldron. To his surprise, this low-quality cauldron could withstand the high heat of the original flame!

After some time, as the boiling water sound intensified, Qing Shui increased the flame’s strength. An hour later, when Qing Shui could no longer maintain the original flame technique, he finally heard the sound signaling successful mixing.

"Succeeded?" Qing Shui felt extremely happy. Usually, if the pill mixing failed, some form of minor explosion would occur.

When Qing Shui lifted the cauldron lid, his hand trembled, only to find a layer of white turbid powder at the bottom of the cauldron.

"What is this?"

Qing Shui was stunned for a moment. He scooped out the white turbid powder from the cauldron. The quantity was very small, as there was only a small amount of value.

"Is this a third-level medicine?" Qing Shui suspiciously asked himself. Why is it in powder form?

Qing Shui delved deep into his Consciousness Sea, trying to find indications of this turbid powder.

"Ai! Golden Sore Medicine Ointment?"