I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

Late at night, the moonlight was intense.

In the snow-covered courtyard, beneath the evergreen tree.

Su Han was not asleep, but sat cross-legged, circulating the "Heaven-Stealing Technique". His body seemed like a balloon, constantly expanding and contracting, refining his muscles and tendons, condensing strength, and manipulating his Qi and blood.

With each breath, his mind and body merged, both tempering his physique and attempting to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The Qi and blood within his body shifted and circulated, his entire body radiating heat like a bonfire, melting the surrounding ice and snow.

After a moment.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. Although his mind was extremely weary, his body felt incomparably refreshed. He had just captured another wisp of heaven and earth spiritual energy, slowly improving his foundation.

An information panel appeared before his eyes.

【Name: Su Han】

【Realm: Mortal】

【Divinity: Appraisal of All Things】

【State: The body is continuously improved by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the medicinal power of the Dragon-Tiger Elixir. He has achieved the Dragon-Tiger Body and is now nurturing the Dragon-Tiger Qi, soon to achieve the Dragon-Tiger Martial Body, Progress: 90%.】

Martial Arts:

【Heaven-Stealing Breathing Technique: 900 / 1000】

【Killing Sword: 300 / 1000 (Proficient)】

The efforts of the past half month were about to bear fruit.

Pharmacist Li had been adding more and more dosage to the single poisonous Tiger Bone Pill, testing his limits, but this had instead perfected him, allowing the progress of the Dragon-Tiger Martial Body to improve rapidly.

Perhaps a few more pills and he would achieve the Dragon-Tiger Martial Body.

If that old thing knew about this, who knows what he would think.

The Heaven-Stealing Breathing Technique was also about to be completed.

This was not only due to his tireless efforts day and night for the past half month, but also because he had comprehended the sword force of the Killing Sword. The two belonged to stillness and movement, seemingly contradictory, but in reality, they could complement each other.

It corresponded to the saying in the Tao Te Ching from his previous life:

"All things carry Yin and embrace Yang, blending their Qi to achieve harmony."

Therefore, after comprehending the sword force, the progress of the Heaven-Stealing Breathing Technique improved rapidly, which in turn improved the progress of the Killing Sword. One was about to be completed, and the other had already reached the proficient level.

It was a pity that he did not have a real sword.

Otherwise, the Killing Sword should be able to improve even more.

Being a medicine tester every day, without freedom, and with no wood nearby, and not knowing carpentry, even wanting to have a wooden sword was a luxury, let alone a real iron sword.

It seemed that going out tomorrow was imperative.

The reason he spent a lot of money to bribe Wang Hu was with this in mind, and also wanted to see the Golden Pavilion, which was said to be very special and paid people to join.

Judging from the current progress, he was about to enter the realm.

But as he had discussed with Zhao Cai Shu before, even if he became a martial artist, it was not guaranteed that his release from slavery would be smooth.

Would that Li family master really let him go?

Perhaps.

But even so, he was still alone and weak, and it would be difficult to cope with the Li family's possible revenge in the future. At that time, it would be difficult for him to move an inch in Ping'an County. He needed a force that could support him and provide shelter.

The Golden Pavilion, buying a horse's bones for a thousand gold.

Su Han muttered to himself, recalling the allusions of his previous life, and thinking of the similar operations of the Golden Pavilion, he could probably infer that the Golden Pavilion wanted to recruit talents, especially martial artists who had entered the realm, and was eager for talents.

Although this was completely contrary to the common sense of ordinary martial arts schools.

But it was exactly what he wanted.

The Golden Pavilion needed martial artists who had entered the realm, and he needed a backer.

This was a match.

Since it was rumored that the Golden Pavilion had a court background, it was good to enjoy the shade under a big tree, and perhaps he could obtain more advanced martial arts from them, and then appraise and upgrade them!

But this information only existed in other people's mouths.

He needed to confirm it himself, seeing is believing.

Of course, there was a simpler way, which was to silently work hard to complete the Breathing Technique, successfully enter the realm, and then use this as capital to negotiate terms with the Li family and join the Li family.

Maybe he could even recognize a godfather as Zhao Cai Shu said?

Gratitude is gratitude, and resentment is resentment. Gratitude and resentment cannot be offset!

Trying medicine on medicine slaves is a disregard for human life, and he is ashamed to associate with them.

It would tarnish his original intention!

His mind was full of thoughts, looking forward to tomorrow, constantly thinking, his breathing gradually became regular again, his body constantly expanding and contracting. The night was long, and he could not waste time, he had to continue practicing martial arts.

In the alchemy room, the lights were bright.

Pharmacist Li stared intently at the pill furnace emitting a burnt smell, his face was livid and extremely ugly, and he remained silent. Zhou Yue, who was kneeling on the ground next to him, couldn't help but tremble.

This was the first time he had seen Pharmacist Li's expression.

"Zhou Yue, this time it failed again. Do you know the reason?"

He looked at the trembling Zhou Yue, and said quietly, his eyes without emotion, as if he was not looking at his own apprentice, but an object, a beast, a medicine slave.

And that was indeed the case.

What qualifications did people with other surnames have to learn his Li family's alchemy?

In the beginning, he promoted Zhou Yue from the medicine slaves, taught him the superficial alchemy skills, and gave him thoughts, but it was just to facilitate the management of the pile of medicine slaves in the medicine garden.

It's like a shepherd and a flock of sheep.

As a shepherd, it was impossible for him to stare at these sheep all the time, but he could choose a leading sheep from the flock and let this leading sheep manage it on his behalf.

Zhou Yue was just lucky and didn't have any potential.

He didn't even have the potential to be a good dog.

Now, he was a little tired of using it.

For some reason, a sense of panic rose in Zhou Yue's heart, as if once he answered badly, everything he had would leave him and let him fall into hell.

But... how could he know the reason?

He was just a small alchemy apprentice.

Pharmacist Li didn't know, what qualifications did he have to know?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, thinking of hundreds of reasons, and then instantly denying them. He was sweating profusely in this cold winter, and suddenly stunned when an image of a person appeared in his mind.

Coming back to his senses, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly said:

"Pharmacist Li, maybe it has something to do with that Su Han! After other people try the medicine, everyone is weak, but he is special. After eating it, he is full of energy and his body becomes stronger and stronger."

"Yes! It's him!"

"He must be special, interfering with the daily medicine testing results, leading to errors in the medicine ratio. He must be excluded!"

"It seems you still have some brains."

Pharmacist Li said calmly, his expression slightly relieved.

As an experienced alchemist, he had naturally thought about this.

But he didn't take it seriously at first. He was just a medicine slave, a mud leg from the refugee camp outside the city. He was not born noble, so how special could his physique be?

He was a dignified alchemist who had practiced alchemy for most of his life.

Could he not control a small medicine slave?

Even if there was a slight error, he could correct it.

But now that he had failed repeatedly and the loss of medicinal materials was heavy.

He had to face this point.

Perhaps it was really related to this medicine slave.

His thin fingers kept tapping on the purple wooden table and chairs, and he slowly exhaled a breath of depression, and said: "Starting tomorrow, calculate Su Han's medicine testing results separately, increase the dose for him, at least twice as much, and at the same time allow you to test the medicine on him as well."

A cold look flashed in Pharmacist Li's eyes.

He was suddenly curious.

How much toxicity could this special medicine slave withstand before he died?