Only My Way

The moon had reached its most brilliant moment.

Under the baking heat of the flames, one hundred and forty-five pills were undergoing their final shaping.

At this very moment.

After the processing of the procedures, these pills, named [Marching Pills], no longer emitted any obvious fragrance.

The so-called [Marching Pills], just as their name implied, were originally invented in this world to satisfy the needs of armies marching over extremely long distances.

They were specially used to cope with special areas unsuitable for making fires and cooking, as well as those scorching situations where it was impossible to handle food.

After all, no matter what, eating was everyone's most basic need.

No matter how disciplined the troops.

They could not guarantee having sufficient combat power when they were not well-fed.

Of course.

The [Marching Pills] refined by Ling Wuyuan were definitely not the original version, but a more expensive, enhanced version.

As a special pill whose recipe could be adjusted according to the user's needs, the basic version of [Marching Pills] only cost twenty or thirty copper coins, but the enhanced version could be infinitely expensive.

Currently, the pill formula Ling Wuyuan was using came from the medicine manual left behind by the [Azure Lake White Willow Palace], and should have been adjusted by some high-level alchemist.

After the baking step was completed.

Ling Wuyuan didn't care whether the pills were hot or not, and casually picked one up and sniffed it under his nose.

The pill was round, its surface was loamy yellow, and the overall size was a little smaller than a quail egg, with not much smell.

Although he could still vaguely smell a hint of medicinal fragrance when he got close, that smell was very, very faint, and even the charcoal fire smell remaining on the surface of the pill was a bit stronger than the medicinal fragrance.

Putting it in his mouth, after taking a bite, Ling Wuyuan's biggest feeling was that it was a bit dry.

This was because the moisture inside had long been baked dry.

Then there was a very strong bitter and fishy taste.

To be honest, it didn't taste good.

If this thing was ordinary food.

Then Ling Wuyuan's evaluation of it would be that it was not as good as eating raw lemons and bitter gourds.

But this thing was medicine, so the taste was not important.

After the thing went down, not long after, relying on his own stomach acid and special digestive ability, which were far stronger than those of normal humans, and could easily digest even the bones of fierce beasts as hard as metal, Ling Wuyuan quickly digested the thing.

Then, soon, he felt a strange heat starting from his stomach and intestines, heading towards the other organs, and then slowly merging into all parts of his body along with the blood… …

At this moment.

Although the taste was very bad, and his mouth was still filled with a clear bitter taste.

Ling Wuyuan could clearly feel his body expressing a sense of satisfaction.

That was the sense of satisfaction of hungry organs finally getting a lot of nutrition!

That sense of satisfaction had nothing to do with taste.

But was based on the lifeform's instinctive pursuit of nutrition and growth!

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan could perceive that even the blood energy in his body that was constantly running was moving faster.

It was as if it had been injected with a brand new power source.

'The medicinal effect is much better than expected… …'

'Is it mainly because of the addition of the blood of demon beasts… …?'

Ling Wuyuan had some guesses about the truth of the matter, but he couldn't be completely sure.

He planned to do a few more comparative experiments in the future.

However.

He actually understood one thing.

That was that he was more or less wasting those medicinal materials… …

The reason was nothing else, normally speaking, a qualified alchemist must be at least in the [Qi Nourishing Realm] in terms of strength!

The reason for this requirement was very simple—[True Qi].

When refining pills, [True Qi], as an artificially controlled external force, could further stimulate the efficacy contained in the medicinal materials themselves, so that the final finished pills would have a huge difference in medicinal effect!

Moreover, for alchemists with [True Qi], [True Qi] could also be used to shape the pills in the air during alchemy, without the need for the alchemist to slowly rub the pills by hand.

That would look too bad… …

It would be like a chef is rubbing meatballs.

Those who know, know that you are refining medicine.

Those who don't know, would think you are making braised lion's head.

Therefore, compared to those real alchemists, the current Ling Wuyuan was undoubtedly a complete noob.

His biggest advantage could only be said to be that his theoretical knowledge was rich enough.

Through extensive reading, the knowledge he had mastered was even far stronger than that of many formal alchemists.

But in the final analysis, although he knew a lot, the lack of [True Qi] was still an unavoidable weakness, and he could only choose the worst approach… …

The matter was like a chef without a pot, without a stove, without a knife, without seasoning.

Fully illustrating that no matter how abundant the knowledge and how good the technology, they must meet the preconditions to be effective.

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Not long after.

Without lights.

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Ling Wuyuan was lying in the pitch-black, opaque animal skin tent.

He didn't do anything.

He just lay there quietly, motionless, staring blankly at the stitching marks on the top of the tent.

Now, as the first night after leaving the White Crow Gang, his heart was inevitably a little complicated.

Ling Wuyuan understood that from now on, the kind of life where he had to face all threats alone had finally returned for the second time.

In the future.

There would no longer be any situation where there were people on guard and patrolling around you while you were sleeping.

Even when sleeping.

He needed to maintain a high degree of vigilance, and needed to guard against all kinds of possible attacks.

Moreover, leaving the White Crow Gang also meant that he had once again stepped into the cruel and incomparable outside world.

There were no more comrades, no more leaders, no more rules… …

In the future, there would only be all kinds of swords and shadows decided by himself… …

In a trance.

He felt like he smelled a bloody smell.

A bloody smell from the future… …

In the darkness.

He couldn't help but stretch out a hand.

A white hand.

A hand that showed no sign of easily killing thousands of people during the day.

He understood that his stage of life, after transforming from being alone as a beggar in his childhood to becoming a member of the collective White Crow Gang, had finally returned to being alone at the beginning, and once again becoming a solitary person.

White Crow Gang… …

Was ultimately just a station in his life.

He would eventually continue to move forward.

However, even though he had returned to a state of being alone.

He had still gained the power he had dreamed of.

Similar to the past.

But not like the past.

His life, his future, his thoughts, his ideas… …he would eventually hold them tightly in his hands!

At this moment.

Ling Wuyuan's fist, veins bulging, clenched tightly!

Hundreds of tons, thousands of tons of power, were being released in it!

In his eyes, some obscure power was also flowing, bringing more color and more changes to his life… …