The Lord of Ghost

The next day, Mo Li put on his bamboo hat and went to the library of [Suzaku Ancient City].

He needed to look up the knowledge of medicinal materials for [Reshaping Pill], understand the most basic pharmacology and efficacy of the medicinal materials needed, and determine the low-end substitute medicinal materials, so as to better implement the plan.

In the quiet corridor, light blue beams fell from the ancient corner window lattices. Next to the rows of slightly shabby bookcases, Mo Li was frantically absorbing the relevant ancient book knowledge.

The books he read were all medical classics. He did not want to become an alchemist, because he knew that alchemy required talent, and it was obvious that Mo Li did not have that talent.

What Mo Li did was just to briefly understand the basic knowledge of alchemy and know the basic effects and functions of some medicinal materials.

Through the window of the ancient book, he knew that medicinal materials did not necessarily refer to medicine. Anything that could fill the flesh and blood, forge the foundation and cast the soul could be called: "medicine."

The definition of medicine is broad and complex. As knowledge converged like a subtle river, he gradually realized that alchemy is also a way.

Turning over an old and damaged page, he was suddenly attracted by a row of words and murmured unconsciously:

"The Book of Medicine God?"

The Book of Medicine God may be a worthless book in the eyes of other practitioners, but in the eyes of all alchemists, it is the Supreme Bible, and the infinite pharmacology in it cannot be absorbed even if one spends a lifetime.

"The Supreme Book written by the God of Medicine?" Mo Li was puzzled.

The God of Medicine... an ancient and distant name. Some records say that the God of Medicine is the incarnation of the way of medicine, and some say that the God of Medicine is actually a person who has cultivated immortal medicine.

Regarding the God of Medicine, his records can be recorded to the last era, or even to the more ancient wilderness.

As time passed, Mo Li understood more about the pharmacology of medicinal materials.

The immortal divine medicine, the holy fruit and holy medicine, the white flowers blooming in the corpse, the fleeting hidden flowers blooming under the starry sky, the stone egg fruit that matures after being watered with blood for a thousand years, and even the tears of mermaids... can all be called: medicine.

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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Mo Li has been in the library for more than a month.

Mo Li knew that the process would take a long time, after all, some of the medicinal materials had never even been heard of.

During this period, he had no choice but to go to the "black shop" that made him grit his teeth again to ask about some hard-to-find medicinal materials.

The shopkeeper still smiled like a fox, especially when he saw the jade bi, his eyes were shining, and his love for the jade bi was a true expression of his love.

The rules of the "black shop" are very simple: as long as the jade bi is in place, you can get anything.

Sometimes Mo Li suspected that the other party was playing the pig to eat the tiger, but he just couldn't see any evidence.

Finally, after more than a month of sorting, Mo Li finally figured out all the medicinal materials of [Reshaping Pill] and found a substitute for the basic medicinal materials.

All his efforts were for this crucial pill recipe.

He doesn't know how to make pills, so... this pill can only be made by others!

Mo Li looked at the pill recipe in his hand, he knew that this pill recipe was the most important bargaining chip.

For alchemists, a recipe that can heal the scars of the Great Dao is like a deadly poison, and no one can refuse it.

But to refine the [Reshaping Pill], the level must be at least a Saint-level alchemist, and the conditions are extremely harsh.

Saint-level alchemists are even rarer than holy medicines, and there is not even one in the entire Eastern Wilderness.

However, in the fortress [Suzaku Ancient City] where the three realms meet, there is just one: the tower master of the Danta branch, the old patriarch of the Xiao family.

What he has to do is to hand over the incomplete recipe to Grandpa Xiao.

But anyone who refines this pill will be annihilated by the thunder of the Great Dao, so it is impossible to refine the pill for Mo Li.

But based on the information he has learned, he feels that the plan is feasible.