Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 316: Grandmaster! Grandmaster! Grandmaster!

Chapter 316: Grandmaster! Grandmaster! Grandmaster!

Translator: Udong Editor: EbonyFrost, Udong

Basics of a grandmaster. Looking at Qian Jin’s back, Noan Leta saw that this young person possessed the basic skills of the grandmaster. There were various research directions in pharmaceuticals, but the operation of equipment didn’t vary too much.

Having finished selecting and putting in place the props he needed, Qian Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and started concocting with his adroitly moving hands by the counter.

What? Snay Rouse’s eyelids started cramping hard when he saw Qian Jin stripped off the idle veneer that he previously had."What the hell is this speed? Is this guy a member of the circus?" He thought.

As all kinds of test tubes and beakers were randomly flying in the air, different dosages of powder and potion were being placed into different containers. This dazzlingly complicated style and control made Qian Jin look more like a bartender mixing drinks instead of a pharmacist concocting the potion.

Pam Honzi even doubted whether he was in the wrong room. Had Qian Jin worked in a bar before? Was he itching to display his skills of mixing drinks?

The smile on Snay Rouse’s face gradually died down. The outsiders might not be able to tell what Qian Jin was doing. But for him, a high-level pharmacist, it was quite clear that Qian Jin was trying to reduce any possible loss of medicinal effect with his speed so he could produce a higher-level potion.

"Fortunately..." Snay Rouse consciously lifted his hand and cuddled the crimson jade medicine bottle in his inner pocket, feeling it fortunate that he had a bottle of Frozen Soil Potion that had the best effect among all bone-related potions in recent five hundred years.

One minute, two minutes...ten minutes...

As Qian Jin moved his hands at an ever-changing speed, Snay Rouse’s face got ever darker. He couldn’t understand what Qian Jin was doing "Why did he slow down when he should be faster and why did he speed up when he supposed to slow down?" Snay Rouse didn’t know.

Was he obstructed? Or there was some other reason? Gazing at Qian Jin’s movements, Snay Rouse couldn’t believe that he couldn’t copy it. Qian Jin’s control was definitely on the grandmaster level. Even the sole Pharmacy Grandmaster in the Pam Family wasn’t capable of such technique.

Throughout the past half an hour, warrior power kept streaming out of Qian Jin’s body, making Snay Rouse diametrically stupefied. Usually, the pharmacists bore natural deficiencies in controlling the timing and weighting of dosages, but Qian Jin broke through all these limitations. He was a warrior!

High stamina and striking controlling power which were hard to be acquired even by the warriors. Snay Rouse really wanted to ask Qian Jin who his master was.

One hour...two hours...three hours...

Qian Jin began sweating a little on his forehead while Noan Leta felt a strong dizziness and couldn’t help whispering to himself, "Three hours. What a strong and intensive controlling power to have avoided making any mistakes for three hours. With this control of high-intensity, he had shortened the time for making the potion from a couple of days to only several hours. "

Swit Lei nodded his head repeatedly and mechanically. "Yes...what is this? This could only be achieved by a grandmaster, theoretically...normally speaking, he who had become a grandmaster should have already grown old and is thus unlikely to keep such robust stamina. He should at most retain a small fraction of controlling power."

Saloo Bard kept nodding his head to show his agreement. Though the mystic pharmacists and pharmacists had been feuding with each other for a long time and progressing toward different orientations, they shared some similarities in the use of many types of equipment. While to describe Qian Jin’s control of the equipment as shocking was underestimating it; it was appalling.

Pam Honzi felt a little tingling on his scalp. All these mystic pharmacists and pharmacists used to be very arrogant and looked down at everyone who dared to challenge them. But today, they were uniformly scared as if a mouse was being pounced on by a cat.

"How strong is he?"Pam Honxuan asked Noan Leta, hoping for a negative answer.

"I don’t’ know." Noan Leta raised his hand to sweep the away the sweat on his forehead. "Maybe there is someone who can concoct better potions than him. But throughout the Zence Empire, I’m afraid no one is his rival in respect of the precision. What’s most noteworthy is his forte of reducing the time of making the potion through some special control...such control has reached the level of grandmaster..."

The only sound amidst the silence of the room came from the rustling sound produced by the medicinal materials hitting the props. Subtle as it was, it heard like thunderous blowing, shaking the squeamish nerves of everyone present in the room.

All Pam Honzi could think of was the remark made by Noan Leta. This young man had perfectly combined the common features of warriors and pharmacists.

Admittedly, some top-tier pharmacists might possess better control than Qian Jin or be more proficient in pharmaceuticals. However, they were not bestowed with the stamina as enduring as Qian Jin’s.

A strong warrior might be in possession of better control and more robust stamina than Qian Jin, but they had no knowledge of pharmaceuticals. They might beat Qian Jin in fighting on the battlefields, but when it came to making potions...

"A young man like him..."Pam Honzi clenched his fists hard. Faced with such a whimsical young man, he had to choose between killing and allying. To kill him? They didn’t have any conflict of interest. Instead, they had a broad ground to cooperate with each other. Thus it would prove better to ally with him.

Sizzle...

As the potion touched the iron plate, streams of white vapor appeared and floated into the air. Noan Leta gazed at Qian Jin nervously as there was no medicine scent in the vapor. It could be that Qian Jin had employed a highly skillful method to forcibly shake off the excess water in the potion to shorten the stewing and evaporating time. Besides, by doing this, the loss of medicinal effects be decreased, and a type of truly high-level potion could be made.

However, this wobbling would trigger more medicinal materials to fling away and more medical power to be consumed. To stress a balance of controlling the wobbling was ever harder than adjusting the fire.

How come...Noan Leta unconsciously stretched out his neck, eager to see what Qian Jin could have made. "Pitifully, the potion he made with his deluxe skills would be defeated by Snay Rouse because of Frozen Soil Potion.

Snay Rouse took out the fire-puffing fan from the table and wobbled in the air to expel the white vapor surrounding him. Then he looked at the cheap pottery and tools in Qian Jin’s hands loftily, walked to the other side of Qian Jin, and said, "Dear family leader, please be our judge."

Pam Honzi stood fixedly and turned back at the old man propping on a purple-nanmu cane who appeared some time ago. Though hoary hair and wrinkles had crawled on his head and face, the old man looked relatively healthy.

Wearing a pair of glasses, he was the only Pharmacy Grandmaster in the Pam Family - Zo Surry. His eyes expanded to their greatest extent, and cane in his palm was trembling unceasingly.

"What a prodigy. What a prodigy." Zo Surry locked his eyes on Qian Jin while his anger with Pam Honxuan for bringing him here was gone completely. He didn’t count that there was a young pharmacist with such fantastic basic skills. If he could take this young man as a disciple...wouldn’t his old "acquaintances" in the Pharmacist Union all turn green-eyed?

Pam Honzi moved aside and left a passage for Zo Surry to walk forward. How could someone like him who knew nothing about pharmaceuticals serve as a judge for this competition in making potions? The only one eligible to work as the judge was this grandmaster, Zo Surry.

At the sight of Zo Surry, Snay Rouse became much happier. Though Zo Surry wasn’t solely specialized in the bone field, he was, after all, a real grandmaster who had seen much of the world. During this old pharmacist’s prime time in the Pharmacist Union, a single stamping on the ground would make the entire union tremble for a short while.

What would happen if this grandmaster saw the crimson jade medicine bottle? Snay Rouse laughed. And the Frozen Soil Potion? Wouldn’t his glasses be shattered into pieces?

Zo Surry laid much of his attention on Qian Jin. Then he slowly walked to the table, lifted his eyes to look at Snay Rouse, and asked, "Where is your potion?"

With this question asked by Zo Surry, everybody’s attention averted to Snay Rouse. Naturally, the two sides in a competition were obliged to demonstrate their potions. It was not enough to merely have Qian Jin present his work.

Snay Rouse laughed. Previously, he intended to take out his Frozen Soil Potion kept in the invaluable crimson jade medicine bottle when Qian Jin was feeling the highest to stupefy everyone present in the room, but now it seemed that...

The moment he took out the dazzling and translucent crimson jade medicine bottle, everyone in the room was instantly mesmerized. Despite their knowledge of the value of this medicine bottle, they could tell that this special bottle must bore a noble origin.

Crimson jade medicine bottle? Qian Jin’s pupils were suddenly contracted. Uncle Adams once said that crimson jade was one of the top ten materials for making medicine bottles given its unique competencies of preserving potions and enhancing medicinal effects. Only Blood Diamond and Sleeping Gold could be compared with crimson jade with regard to storing potions.

Crimson jade medicine bottle that was hailed as one of the top ten materials for storing potion...Qian Jin took a deep breath and felt a sense of insecurity for the first time in his life. What kind of high-level potion could be kept in the bottle? It seemed that he was about to lose the game...if so, he couldn’t escape Uncle Adams’s scolding as well as another round of special training.

"My potion...ahem..."Snay Rouse dry coughed, cleared his throat, pinched the bottle lid between his fingers, and softly pulled it up. With a light blurp sound, an aromatic scent of the potion spread in the room.

"It’s Frozen Soil Potion."

Snay Rouse’s calm and conceited voice sounded in the room along with the refreshingly fragrant of the potion.