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

Taking a disciple?

Su Han's expression was subtle as he opened his mouth:

"Old sir, could it be that you want to introduce a disciple to me?"

Wu Qingyuan stood proudly, speaking eloquently.

"Ahem, this old sir, I might have to disappoint you. I don't need a disciple right now."

Su Han shook his head in response, afraid that it would shorten his lifespan.

"Don't! Pharmacist Su, how about this, how about I be your assistant? Just treat me as a pharmacy servant. I can help you with tedious tasks, help you burn firewood and watch the fire, saving you a lot of time."

Wu Qingyuan became anxious, lowered his stance, and quickly spoke.

As long as he could get a glimpse into the mysteries of top-grade pills.

Not to mention a pharmacy servant, he could even try being a pill slave!

Su Han frowned. Honestly, this did make some sense.

The steps to refine a furnace of pills were extremely complicated.

In the early stages, he needed to prepare the corresponding amount of medicinal materials and do preparatory processing, such as cutting them into pieces and preparing them, which was quite troublesome. He had experienced this in the past few days, and it had delayed him a lot of time.

Although this kind of thing didn't require much technical skill, it did require some. He really couldn't hire just any layman to do it.

If he had someone who understood refining medicine to help him.

That would indeed be much easier.

The time saved could also be used for cultivation.

As for why this old man in front of him wanted to be his disciple and pharmacy servant, he could also guess. He probably wanted to see the secrets of these top-grade pills.

But based on his understanding of the Water-Fire Pill Refining Technique, unless he obtained the orthodox inheritance, like it was imprinted in his mind, otherwise it was impossible to obtain the true meaning and refine top-grade pills.

"Are you sure? No regrets? I don't pay wages."

Su Han continued to ask.

"No regrets, I, Wu Qingyuan, swear to the heavens!"

Wu Qingyuan immediately spoke, making a solemn vow.

"Alright, then Old Mister Wu can help me out."

Su Han nodded and agreed.

A quarter of an hour later, the Law Enforcement Hall of the Cao Gang.

Deng Qian sat on the grand master's chair, sipping hot tea. Maids stood on both sides, holding fruit plates to serve him. The warm stove in front of him was burning red, emitting heat, dispelling the biting cold, making him feel very comfortable. Suddenly, he saw Wu Qingyuan walk in and immediately stood up to greet him.

"Pharmacist Wu, how is it? Is it a fraud?"

He quickly inquired.

It was already enough that Su Han was a pill refiner at such a young age, but to be able to refine top-grade pills, even Pharmacist Li from the Li family would find it difficult. Usually, they only sold middle and low-grade pills.

It was really exaggerated and unbelievable.

Therefore, after learning about this, in addition to being shocked, he was also a little excited. If it was really a fraud, he could use this matter as an excuse to severely undermine the prestige of that brat Qian Guang.

The Cao Gang was not a gang belonging to one family.

Even if Qian Yuehai had already chosen his own son as the heir.

There were still people who were not convinced.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked offending Pharmacist Li from the Li family and being blacklisted to invite this Pharmacist Wu, who was rumored to be related to the Medicine King Sect and was about to enter the ranks in terms of skill.

"Hall Master Deng, please be careful with your words."

Wu Qingyuan's expression suddenly became serious, and he angrily said:

"Pharmacist Su is already my master."

"A master being humiliated is the incompetence of the disciple, and is not to be slandered!"

Deng Qian: ? ? ?

In the Internal Affairs Hall, Liu Xiong was half-lying on the heated kang, one hand holding the snow-white, sweet skin, which was warm to the touch, and the other hand holding a secret letter. After reading it, he immediately smiled.

"So, our genius Pharmacist Su..."

"A few days ago, he was still a pharmacy servant, a family slave."

"Pass down the order to spread this matter, but be careful to conceal it and don't attract too much attention. Just add fuel to the fire."

His expression suddenly became cold as he instructed his trusted subordinates. Everyone said that buying was better than practicing, why didn't he listen? Wasn't it good before? Why did he suddenly want to refine pills?

Whoever blocked his path to wealth was his enemy.

That was the hatred of killing his parents!

"A family slave of the Li family, stole precious pills and was lucky enough to become a martial artist in the Entry Realm. The master did not pursue the matter and did not even think of gratitude. He was arrogant and rebellious, tore up the slave contract, and also stole the Li family's true pill refining technique..."

"Tsk tsk, this story will probably be all over the city."

In the slums of the city, in the dilapidated streets.

Although it was now freezing cold, and the sewage had frozen into ice, one could still smell an unpleasant stench on the sidewalks. Many scantily clad beggars huddled in the surrounding dilapidated houses, shivering.

However, in the middle of this large area of dilapidated houses, there stood an extremely complete, clean and tidy brick house, from which came bursts of warmth, emitting a strong medicinal smell.

Someone walked into the dilapidated street and came to the front of the brick house.

Knock, knock, knock, someone knocked on the door.

A plain-looking middle-aged man, like a farmer, with short hair, opened the door and poked his head out, looking at the person in front of him and frowning: "What's the matter?"

The person looked around, and then cautiously said:

"The master wants to eat fish."

The middle-aged man was silent, sighed, and said: "What kind of fish?"

"A fish named Su Han. This is the information."

The person handed the letter in his hand to the middle-aged man and instructed: "The master asked me to bring you a message. The medicine is almost ready. As a martial artist who has completed Tendon Training, I hope you can do your best."

"I understand."

The middle-aged man replied calmly, slammed the door shut, and turned around. His calm face instantly turned into a kind and gentle smile, looking at the short figure in front of him.

"Daddy, did a guest come?"

A little girl, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, with pigtails, a tender and pale face, about eight or nine years old, sat on a stool and asked curiously.

The middle-aged man held her cold little hands and smiled:

"It's okay, someone just came to ask for directions, but why did you little girl get up? Go back and lie down. You have to take the medicine again. If you take it a few more times, your illness will get better."

"Daddy always says that, I don't believe it..."

The little girl tilted her head and shook her head like a rattle drum.

At night, the bright moon in the sky rarely came out to breathe.

But the weather was freezing cold, and the moonlight shone down, making people feel even colder, making people shiver involuntarily. In the courtyard, Su Han was waving his long sword, his blood surging, and the heat was rising.

Let the snowflakes fall, but before they could reach his body, they had already been melted into water droplets by the heat of this blood, and then sublimated into gas, dissipating into the world, almost without a drop of blood on his body.

Su Han's expression was solemn, and he was engaged in a life-and-death battle with the "enemy" in front of him. The long sword was swung, chopped, and stabbed, but they were all blocked one by one, until his spirit was concentrated to the extreme, and suddenly sublimated upwards.

He slashed forward with his sword, hitting the weak point.

In an instant, the "enemy" was defeated.

Killing Sword Progress (1000/1000), Great Success!