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Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Chui Yim’s face creased into a frown. “Alchemy… I’m very interested in it, could Mister Ping please tell me more?”
Ping Ching blinked in curiosity. Being an expert in one area was better than being a jack of all trades, master of none. Ping Ching was an expert in alchemy, but he was only mediocre in medicine. However, Chui Yim looked genuinely interested in alchemy.
Since that was the case, Ping Ching told Chui Yim everything he knew about alchemy. “Refining elixirs is the process of congealing the essences of all your ingredients into an elixir. All the ingredients must complement each other well. Alchemy is a profound subject. Even though our clan was established centuries ago, we have only mastered the basics of alchemy. Since brother Chui is interested, Ping Ching will gladly discuss it with you.”
The both of them had their discussion while sitting on a mat. Rather than a discussion, Ping Ching was speaking most of the time, with Chui Yim listening intently, only raising questions from time to time. It was as if the concept of time had vanished. Neither knew how much time had passed, but the beautiful bright spring day remained the same.
Soon, both of them felt tired. Just then, they heard a voice. Both Chui Yim and Ping Ching looked over to see a figure walking over.
It was an old man, but he looked arrogant, unlike the messy Ping Ching. He wore a white robe, and tranquil footsteps could be heard as he walked like an immortal.
“Oh no! I have a lesson with Old Chan today!” Ping Ching only remembered when he saw the elder and quickly explained the situation to Chui Yim. “My father feels that alchemy is a very profound subject, and being coached by multiple different alchemists will benefit me, so he invited all thirty great masters of our clan to give me lessons.”
“Mister Ping, he is…” Old Chen frowned when he saw Chui Yim.
“My friend, brother Chui. He’s a guest of our clan,” Ping Ching immediately introduced Chui Yim to old Chan.
“Brother Chui… Are you perhaps from the Holok Chui Clan?” Old Chan hummed.
“Nope.” Chui Yim shook his head. “That’s just my surname. I’m not related to any clan.”
Hearing Chui Yim, Old Chan looked at him disdainfully. “If you aren’t from any renowned clan, who are you to step into the Ping Clan and listen to my lesson? Mister Ping, the status of those you mix with matters; befriending those inferior to yourself will only lower your status.”
“Old Chan, please watch your words.” Ping Ching frowned, which Old Chan sneered in reply.
“Since Mister Ping has a guest today, I’ll take my leave first since an unrelated person will affect the quality of my lesson,” Old Chan said, glancing at Chui Yim in utter disdain.
Just then, a voice was heard as a door appeared in the space behind them. A person walked out of it, nearly bumping into Old Chan. “Which blind fellow──” he started to curse, but he held his breath when he realised who it was. “Ah, it’s Great Master Ping Chi! We met recently, but it feels so long ago──Ahhh!”
Ping Chi pushed Old Chan away violently before he could continue. “Get the hell out of my way! Seriously… Little Ching, where’s that little boy… Eh? Hahaha! You’re right here!” He dashed towards the children, ignoring Ping Ching as he approached Chui Yim. “Haha! My little friend, the meaning of your profound words has finally dawned on me!”
“Old man, use your mouth, not your hands.” Chui Yim pulled his hands back in disgust.
Chui Yim’s tone angered old Chan. Did that lowly kid call Great Master Ping Chi an old man?
But the next second, he couldn’t believe his ears. “Hahaha, I was too excited!” Ping Chi replied, not minding that Chui Yim had called him an old man. “I was planning to write a book about the locking of energliph, and I hope my little friend could assist me.”
Not just Old Chan, but Ping Ching was astonished too. Ping Chi, also known as Doctor Odd was a preacher that countless glipheons were grateful towards, and his books were the golden standard of medicine. He didn’t charge people to access his books, allowing everyone in the world to learn from him.
It could be said that in this world, Ping Chi’s books had millions of replications every time he published one. And the legendary Ping Chi was asking a teenager to assist him in writing a book on medicine?
“Not interested,” Chui Yim rejected without hesitation.
“What a brat!” Ping Chi’s smile vanished as he stomped his foot while glaring at Chui Yim. “I’ve already stopped asking for my treasure back! I want you to assist me in writing a book!”
“You are the one who wanted to bet with me, so what’s wrong with me taking it?” he replied and ignored Ping Chi, turning towards Ping Ching whose eyes had popped out in disbelief. “Mister Ping, can we continue the discussion on alchemy?”
“Little fellow, you want to learn alchemy? I can teach you!” An idea came to Ping Chi’s mind. josei
Chui Yim glanced at Ping Chi from the corner of his eyes, and Old Chan at his side immediately felt that it was very similar to the look he gave Chui Yim earlier—a face full of disdain. “You know alchemy?”
“Besides being a medical expert, master is a grandmaster of alchemy. One of the three grandmasters in our clan.”
Chui Yim was dumbfounded. Grandmaster?
Similarly to blacksmiths, alchemists had ranks, too; a grade one alchemist could refine grade one elixirs and grade two alchemists for grade two elixirs. But there was a leap after grade three. Those who could refine grade three elixirs would be great masters, and grandmasters could refine rare grade four elixirs.
The name grandmaster meant “master of a sect”. One grandmaster could create a sect and take in disciples after reaching that stage. There wasn’t any publicly known divine master who could refine grade five elixirs.
Chui Yim stared at Ping Chi, who looked suspiciously like a lonely old man. He’s a grandmaster?
As if triggered by Chui Yim’s stare, Ping Chi flared up. “What’s with your look, little brat!”
He waved his hand as an emerald flame appeared in his palm. He patted the jade on his waist with his left hand, and numerous gliphic plants flew out. They were ground into powder, flying back into the green ball of flame. Old Chan watched silently, enchanted., It was rare to be able to see such a scene. Watching an alchemist refine an elixir was like watching an artist perform.
However, Chui Yim spoke up suddenly. “Hey, old man, why does your flame look so weird and creepy?”
“What the hell do you know!” Old Chan scolded, unable to hold it in. “That’s Grandmaster Ping’s well-known personal flame ‘A Starting Breath’! It’s the best of the best for alchemy!”
“You shut the hell up!” Ping Chi, who was refining the elixir, took a second to glare at Old Chan. “Who are you to scold him! Only I can do so!”
Old Chan could only hide in a corner pitifully after hearing this…