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The fire in the Stove looked no different at first glance than before, but upon closer inspection, one could see the faint glow of flames on the charcoal that seemed to shimmer like a cold light. It was a thin layer, yet the blue hue was more intense than before.
Although Xu Zhan and the others were doctors, they had spent their lives dealing with concocting medicines and naturally understood how high the temperature of such flames could be. More importantly, they noticed that the flames in the Stove tended to rise higher with each flick of the Ancient Sorcerer's fan.
Charcoal, especially high-quality charcoal, burns with almost no visible flame. To brew the best medicinal soup, Xu Zhan spared no expense in selecting only the finest charcoal. However, he now found flames appearing in the Stove!
How could this be explained?
Xu Dou's eyes widened as well; he had fanned the fire here for quite some time and could not produce such flames no matter how hard he tried. Why was it that the Ancient Sorcerer could create such flames with just a gentle flick?
Ma Weishi's face was filled with confusion. He casually glanced at the Ancient Sorcerer's hand—specifically, his left hand—and suddenly felt a spark of realization. He nudged Xu Zhan and whispered, "Lao Xu, look."
Xu Zhan was taken aback and followed Ma Weishi's gaze, immediately noticing something unusual about the Ancient Sorcerer's left hand.
"This... Qigong?"
Xu Zhan hesitated for a moment. If the Ancient Sorcerer truly was a Qigong master, then the fire in the Stove could be explained. But how high must one's Qigong cultivation be to achieve such control over fire?
"Yes, that would explain it. But how old could this Ancient Sorcerer be to possess such cultivation?"
Ma Weishi sighed. He had thought his own skills were quite impressive, but now he realized they might not amount to much compared to the Ancient Sorcerer. However, he was not a narrow-minded person and soon came to terms with it.
"It seems that today's youth are truly remarkable; perhaps it's time for us old folks to retire."
Xu Zhan nodded and began to admire as well, just like Ma Weishi.
Beads of sweat appeared on the Ancient Sorcerer's forehead as his body began to sway gently. It was incredibly taxing to condense True Spirit through hand seals.
"It seems I need to find more items with True Spirit in the future; otherwise, whether drawing talismans or using True Spirit to assist fire like this is simply too exhausting."
A thought flashed through the Ancient Sorcerer's mind, but he quickly dismissed it; now was not the time to consider that. He carefully looked into the Stove and noticed that the flames inside were becoming more pronounced, licking at the bottom of the pot like a tongue, with more and more steam rising from the pot.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted out from the pot and quickly spread, soon filling the entire Tongxin Hall with this subtle aroma.
"It worked!"
The Ancient Sorcerer exclaimed softly, putting down the fan in his hand.
"Wow! What a special scent."
Kong Ying took a deep breath and immediately felt invigorated; clearly, this fragrance had a refreshing effect.
"Hmm, is this the smell of the medicinal soup?"
Xu Zhan's face showed a strange expression. The herbs that the Ancient Sorcerer had grabbed, even though they were later mixed with Cinnabar, primarily consisted of Anshen Pill's base. How could they possibly produce such a fragrance?
Could it be due to the temperature of the fire?
Xu Zhan quickly thought of this question: if one were to use ordinary fire to brew medicine, such a scent would be impossible. However, if one brewed medicine like the Ancient Sorcerer did, such a fragrance would emerge?
Xu Zhan's guess was correct; that was indeed the truth. Initially, he only intended to prepare a calming prescription for Fan Feng, so the Ancient Sorcerer did not have any special requirements for the fire used in brewing. But when Fan Feng encountered the Bite Throat Centipede curse, things changed.
Due to different brewing temperatures, even the same prescription could yield completely different effects.
As soon as the Ancient Sorcerer used a damp towel to lift down the medicinal pot, Xu Dou immediately brought over a bowl that had been prepared in advance.
"Wow~~~~"
When the Ancient Sorcerer poured the potion from the jar, everyone's eyes widened once again: the bubbling potion was as black as ink, swirling in circles, and it seemed as if characters were flowing along with it. Even the rising steam faintly revealed the same characters.
"This... how is this possible?"
"Ah!?"
Everyone gasped in low voices; Xu Zhan and the others had never seen such a potion before.
"Ancient Sorcerer, this potion..."
The Ancient Sorcerer smiled and said, "It's just a potion, nothing special."
"But there are characters in this potion."
Xu Zhan suddenly pointed at the potion and exclaimed loudly. No characters? How could that be possible? He clearly saw the characters!
"Old Xu, you must have misseen it just now; this is really just an ordinary potion. Just keep looking."
The Ancient Sorcerer smiled again and pointed at the potion in the bowl.
Xu Zhan looked again and found that the potion in the bowl was smooth as a mirror, truly no different from an ordinary potion!
"Ah? What is going on here?"
Xu Zhan suddenly looked at Ma Weishi; he could no longer be sure if he had misseen it earlier.
"This... Lao Xu, I just saw it too, but now it seems that this medicinal soup is nothing special, very normal."
Ma Weishi also looked incredulous.
"Ha, you really misread it."
Ancient Sorcerer shrugged his shoulders, wearing an expression that suggested they were mistaken.
Kong Ying opened her mouth, wanting to say something but quickly closed it again, tightly shutting her lips. She was sure that Xu Zhan and the others had not misread it because she had seen it too; the character that was rolling in the steam of A-Yao Soup was exactly the one that Ancient Sorcerer had drawn with Cinnabar earlier!
But how could there be a character in this medicinal soup?
How did the character that Ancient Sorcerer drew with Cinnabar end up in the soup?
Kong Ying was filled with confusion, but Ancient Sorcerer clearly did not want anyone to know, so she felt it was inappropriate to ask.
Ancient Sorcerer was secretly sweating; he had not expected that the last symbol he drew with Cinnabar would dissolve into the medicinal soup, resulting in such an "anomaly" when poured out.
Fortunately, these characters only flashed by; otherwise, he would have a hard time explaining it.
Xu Zhan, being quite experienced, had already calmed down at this point. He glanced at Ancient Sorcerer and surprisingly smiled, saying, "Ha, it seems I really misjudged it. This is clearly just a bowl of medicinal soup; where are there any characters inside? I'm getting old; my eyes must be failing."
Ancient Sorcerer bitterly smiled to himself. He knew that Xu Zhan definitely did not believe the "nonsense" he had just said, but there was simply no way to explain this matter; he could only laugh it off and move on.
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