Chapter Eighteen: Stopping Bleeding Powder, First Refining of Medicine

  "Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Xun Yang asked his sister in surprise. "You've been staring at me for half an hour, aren't you tired?"

  Xu Yu maintained a pose with her hands supporting her cheeks, staring intently at Xu Yang without blinking, making the latter's heart feel hairy.

  "I'm so curious, how did Brother become so powerful......" Xǔ Yú finally spoke up, she stood up and jumped to Xǔ Yáng's side, "Xiao Yú is so happy, in this way, a month later, when Brother participates in the family competition, he will definitely shock everyone, and his return to the family is just around the corner."

  Xu Yang smiled slightly and shook his head, not saying a word. For him now, for that ruthless Xu family that had no human touch and excluded him, the feeling of resistance was extremely strong, he simply did not want to return to the Xu family.

  It was just Xu Yu's ardent expectation and his obsession with the deceased Xu Yang that made him decide to participate in the family competition a month later. Let it be fulfilling the deceased Xu Yang's last wish.

  Moreover, Xuyang also wants to see what the expressions of all the people in the Xu family would be like when he announces his departure from the Xu family after crushing everyone in the family competition and then leaving calmly.

  "What a pity, the fabric I bought back became rags," Xǔ Yu thought of this and got angry, "Now there's no way to make clothes for my brother, can only wait until tomorrow..."

  "Xiao Yu, the clothes I'm wearing now are just fine." Xun Yang stroked the slightly worn-out shirt, every stitch of which was sewn by his younger sister Xun Yu's small hands, and it felt especially warm to wear.

  "These clothes have been worn for two years and are no longer suitable," Xǔ Yuè said with a pout, "and now they're dirty and torn... Brother, take them off when you get back, and I'll wash, mend, and iron them for you."

  Xu Yang responded with a "yes", and a warm current surged up in his heart.

  "Brother, what are you going to do with so much firewood?" Seeing the small mountain of firewood piled up in the yard by Xuyang, Xuyu opened her big, shiny eyes and asked curiously.

  "Refining medicine." Xǔ Yáng replied concisely while busily piling up firewood under the bottom of the medicine cauldron.

  "Alchemist! Are you a Dan Master?" Xǔ Yú exclaimed, in her mind, a Dan Master was a high and mighty figure, someone with whom she had no connection whatsoever.

  "I can only refine some ordinary medicine now, preparing to sell it out, which is also a way to make a living," Xǔ Yáng explained, "As for refining the real spiritual elixir, I must at least break through the boundary of a Xuan Shi before I have any confidence."

  Xu Yu was stunned for a moment, digesting this astonishing news, then hurried over to help.

  Xu Yang quickly lit the fire and then opened the cauldron lid.

  "It's a pity that I don't have the Huo Ji Xuan Li yet, and relying on ordinary fire to refine medicine makes it difficult to grasp the fire timing. I can only make ordinary medicine for now." Xu Yang felt a little regretful in his heart, but his hands moved swiftly without slowing down. When the temperature of the cauldron was sufficient, he gently threw a medicinal herb with withered white flowers into the cauldron, then increased the intensity of the firewood and closed the lid to simmer the medicinal properties within.

  White peony, Angelica dahurica, Gastrodia elata... one by one, the medicinal herbs were poured into the cauldron by Xu Yang from the medicine mouth for decoction.

  "Brother, what kind of pill are you refining?" Xǔ Yú's small face was slightly blackened by the smoke ash, and she asked.

  "Styptic powder, a type of powdered medicine that can quickly stop bleeding." Xuyang replied absent-mindedly. Having come to this Golden Age, Xuyang had observed that styptic medicines were rarely seen and their effects were not good. The development of ordinary medicines in later generations was much more perfect than in the Golden Age. This styptic powder could stop bleeding within two breaths, scab over in the time it took to burn an incense stick, its efficacy was truly remarkable, even compared to some high-grade spiritual elixirs, it was not inferior in terms of stopping bleeding and treating injuries.

  Xu Yang silently counted to one thousand, then reduced the firepower and simmered on low heat.

  "Is it done?" Xǔ Yú could no longer hold back her curiosity, she wanted to see what the medicine looked like that her brother had refined for the first time.

  Xu Yang smiled slightly and opened the lid of the cauldron. A faintly pungent smell wafted out with the steam, swirling around the body of the cauldron, and Xu Yu was suddenly overcome with a series of sneezes.

  "Is this Hemostatic Powder?" Yu asked, stopping her sneezing fit.

  Xu Yang looked down and saw that at the bottom of the medicine cauldron, there was a layer of fine red medicinal powder like sand, as well as some residual medicinal herbs. He was certain in his heart that this hemostatic powder had been successfully refined.

  "Adding the Angelica dahurica is to prevent bacterial infection and festering of the wound." Xǔ Yáng explained, not caring whether Xǔ Yu had understood or not. He then opened the side medicine port of the cauldron and scooped out some newly refined hemostatic powder with a small spoon.

  Xu Yu cut many yellow papers into blocks on the side and handed them over one by one. Xu Yang took the paper pages and wrapped the hemostatic powder in batches.

  Not all medicines are as rare and precious as the Spirit Dan, only a few grains can be produced in one furnace. The hemostatic powder that Xu Yang refined this time was packed with more than 100 doses, at a price of one Cang Lang coin per dose, these medicines could sell for more than 100 Cang Lang coins, while the cost was just some ordinary medicine, not even worth one Cang Lang coin.

  "It's really the way to make a fortune, I have to go to Qianbao Pavilion again." Xuyang let out a breath, used his bundle to pack up over a hundred medicine, and rubbed Xuyu's head beside him.

  "It's getting late, Xiaoyu should go to sleep."

  A side house of Xu's former residence across the street, one of its outhouses.

  Xu Zhengfei lay on the bed with a haggard face, and there were three people in the room, namely Xu Zhengdian, as well as two middle-aged men and women.

  A middle-aged man glared at Xu Zhengtu with a furious face: "Zhengtu, you said Feier's injury was caused by that bastard?"

  Xu Zheng hurriedly nodded and said: "Absolutely true, Father can directly ask Big Brother."

  That middle-aged woman with a sharp and vicious face, upon hearing this, questioned: "What kind of strength does that little beast have? I'm still not clear. Three months ago, you and Zhang Fei taught him a lesson, at that time he couldn't even beat an ordinary person."

  "Mother, I'm also curious, what kind of magical medicine did Xǔ Yáng eat that he can easily defeat big brother in just three months? I was also defeated by him in just three moves, and wasn't even a match for him."

  A middle-aged man took a deep breath and said slowly: "No matter what kind of adventure he has had, if he dares to hurt my son, Xu Qinghe, I will make him wish he were dead!"

  Xu Zheng was startled and hastily said, "Father, please calm down. If Xu Yang dies, the family will definitely investigate, and we can't escape responsibility. Although the family doesn't care about him, he is after all a descendant of the Xu family, and dying at the hands of his own family members will surely incur Grandfather's displeasure towards you."

  Xu Zheng'e and Xu Zhengfei's mother, that middle-aged woman, snorted and said: "What's there to be considerate about? The family has long abandoned that waste! His father, do as I say, take his life! I don't want to see that little beast living anymore!"

  Xu Qinghe shook his head and said, "You two, one is too conservative, the other is too extreme. Dealing with that bastard requires a certain degree of skill, can't kill him, but also can't let him off easy."

  Xu Zheng's mother said in dismay: "Husband, you really think that Father didn't give up on that little beast?"

  "He is the son of Xu Qingyuan, although the family head has announced on the surface that Xu Qingyuan will be expelled from the family and never taken back again, what he thinks in his heart, no one can guess. Maybe, he was forced by the pressure of Mo Burg to do so."

  "So what do you plan to do?"

  Xu Qinghe smiled gloomily and replied, "A month later is the family's grand competition! According to the clan rules, that little beast will definitely come to participate in the trial. As long as we arrange for him and Ming'er to be together, and secretly inform Ming'er, he will naturally make that little beast not leave with a full stomach."

  Xu Zheng's eyes lit up and he flattered: "Father is indeed a brilliant strategist."

  Just then, a servant rushed in and reported: "The doctor has arrived and is waiting in the hall."

  "Come on in!" Xu Qinghe hastily waved his hand and said.

  An elderly pharmacist with slightly graying hair, roughly at the later stages of his cultivation as a Xuan disciple, carried a medicine box and slowly approached Xu Zhengfei's bedside. He placed two fingers on Xu Zhengfei's wrist to channel in Xuan energy and sense the extent of his injuries.

  Xu Qinghe had already examined his son's injury, a spinal misalignment with damaged meridians. However, in this era, medical care was not advanced, and there were no suitable medicines to help his son recover from the injury.

  "How is it, sir?" Seeing the old doctor's two fingers leave Xu Zhengfei's wrist, Xu Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Is there a way to save Fei'er?"

  The old doctor hesitated for a moment, then let out a sigh and shook his head slowly: "It's difficult!"

  "The young master's spine is dislocated, and the mysterious pulse has also suffered severe damage. To reset the young master's bones is a simple task, I believe Old Master Qinghe can do it himself. However, to recover from this damaged mysterious pulse, it won't be an overnight effort. Unless you have a magical elixir to repair the mysterious pulse, otherwise, the young master will..."

  "What's wrong?" asked Xu Zhengfei's mother hastily.

  "This life will never cultivate Xuan." The old doctor slowly and leisurely said the answer, while sighing.

  "What grade is the spiritual elixir that Master said?" Xu Qinghe asked with a hint of luck.

  The old doctor slowly stretched out three fingers, which made Xu Qinghe's heart cool down by half.

  Three-Product Spirit Dan! Alchemists who can refine the Three-Product Spirit Dan are all prominent figures, and even Xuan Zong must treat them with courtesy. In the entire Lin Yuan City, he only knows of two three-product dan masters. One is Dan Chi Meng Lao, who lives in the east of the city and has a strange temperament, being prone to sudden changes in mood; the other is Lin Yuan Jun's granddaughter, Miss Li Wanxi, known as the talented female dan master.

  These two people, relying on Xu Qinghe's position in the Xu family as a lower-ranking member of the middle generation, are very difficult to invite.

  "There's nothing more for me to attend to here, I'll take my leave." The old doctor bowed his head in apology and turned to leave.

  "What's going on?" asked Xu Zheng's mother.

  Xu Qinghe sighed, "What else can be done? In Lin Yuan City, there are only two alchemists who can refine third-grade spiritual pills... Miss Li Yuqi is not an option, I'll prepare a gift and go beg Meng Danchi, hoping he can give the Xu family some face."