The Palace of Eternal Life is not an ordinary underworld organization.
They have their own beliefs and political pursuits.
Usually an underground organization brings these two things, it would be more accurate to use another word to describe it-terrorist organization!
The Palace of Eternal Life is such an organization.
Others say that making plague potions is not good for them, and it is better to be a awakening potion. Su Chen might believe it.
The Palace of Eternal Life said this, but it was really not convincing.
So no matter how angry Alan was, Su Chen still persisted.
Sang Zhen hurriedly made the rounds: "Master Su misunderstood. Actually, the Hall of Immortality is no longer the Hall of Immortality. After tens of thousands of years of changes, everyone has long been not interested in the misty dream of the Austrian people. Of course I say that to you. You don’t need to believe it, but look at it, but one of the people standing in front of you is an Austrian?"
These words came to the point.
The people standing here are all pure human races, and no Austrian race exists.
The changes in history and the development of society have long allowed the former terrorist organizations to gradually change their minds and their essence.
As a human race, fighting for the Austrian dream of restoring the country is itself a joke.
Now they are probably just working hard for resources and for a better life.
But even so, Su Chen still shook his head: "Maybe you are right. But can you guarantee that everyone in the Palace of Eternal Life thinks that way?"
"This..." Sang Zhen wanted to say it was all, but Su Chen couldn't do such a nonsense thing with his eyes open.
Yes, there are always some people who still refuse to give up.
And many of these people are still in high positions.
"So as long as the corpse spirit flower is given to you, something big will inevitably happen." Su Chen said: "I have an idea, maybe it can solve this problem, and even solve the problem of mutual trust."
"What do you think?" Sang Zhen asked.
Su Chen replied: "After you find the corpse spirit flower, you will put it here. In the future, I will make the medicine for you to wake up the gods. In this way, it will not only prevent dangerous items from falling into your hands, but also because I have Corpse Linghua, you don’t have to worry about killing people, and you have established a new trust... This is always more reliable than a so-called secret stronghold, right?"
"You?" Allen laughed: "Just because you want to make a refreshing potion? That's a high-level potion. Will you do it?"
"You can learn if you don't know how to do it."
"That will take a long time."
"I will study hard, I believe it won't be too long."
When Sang Zhen heard this plan, she shook her head and sighed: "Master Su, you still underestimate making potions. Neither the plague potions nor the awakening potions can be mastered in a short time. If you don't believe... Alas, you Come with me, I'll show you and you'll know."
Speaking, Sang Zhen had taken Su Chen into a room.
In the room, an old man is busy preparing medicine. Both the old man's workbench and the tools on the workbench looked much more advanced than Ulrich's.
But the best thing is the old man's pharmaceutical method.
His hands are so flexible that each finger has its own independent thinking, playing and dancing in the air, like playing a gorgeous movement. And as his fingers danced, the medicine powder, liquid medicine, and pills were continuously poured, dissolved, heated, and reacted. Eventually interact, influence each other, generate each other...
But even so, the final result may not be ideal.
boom!
With a soft sound, the potion in the old man's hand exploded.
"Damn! I failed again! I failed again!" the old man yelled angrily.
He turned his head to look at Su Chen and Sang Zhen: "It's all you! It's all you who came in to distract me. I said earlier that I shouldn't disturb me when I'm working."
Sang Zhen first said to Su Chen: "This is Master Feng. The worship we have invited is also specially for the funeral platform. Master Feng is very worthy, so I can't ask for it easily. If I heard that there are corpses here. Linghua will not accept our invitation either."
Then turned to the old man and said, "Sorry, Master Feng, I just have a question to ask you."
"If you have a fart, let it go!"
Sang Zhen pointed to Su Chen and said: "This young man next to me wants to learn how to make potions. I want you to let him know how long it will take for a young man to learn how to make potions from scratch. ?"
"Achieving the point of making a potion for awakening Gods? That requires a thorough understanding of pharmaceutics. As for how long..." Master Feng looked at Su Chen: "It depends on his talent and hard work. The genius may only be two or three years. It can be done, and if you are an idiot, you may not be able to do it in your life. As for this young man, I think he is more like a brazen idiot."
Master Feng's expression was full of disdain.
Su Chen walked over, picked up a packet of powdered medicine and poured it into the bottle.
Master Feng was furious: "Don't touch my things!"
Su Chen ignored him and just said: "One thing I want to correct Master Sang Zhen is that I didn't start from scratch. I have experience in making potions."
As he said, he began to blend the powder in the cup, and then kept adding things to it.
Although he couldn't turn the medicine into an art like Master Feng, he was quite satisfactory and made no mistakes.
After a while, a bottle of the most common minor wound healing potion was placed in front of Master Feng.
"It took me about one hundred and fifty days to master this. What do you think?"
Master Feng touched his chin: "It's a bit talented. If you practice for two hours a day, you will probably be able to make a magical potion in seven or eight years."
"I can practice for three hours a day, and it was not my full strength just now."
"Then three to five years." Master Feng said impatiently: "I said what do you ask this for?"
Sang Zhen replied: "This young man hopes that one day his pharmacy will grow to the point where he can make potions for awakening spirits, and then he will personally use corpse spirit flowers to make them for us."
"What? How can this be!" Master Feng exclaimed angrily: "There will not be only one corpse spirit flower in the funeral table. If you want to wake up the gods, use one, and there are many more advanced medicines. The corpse spirit flower!"
"It also includes poison, right? I don't want it to be used to harm people." Su Chen said while looking at Master Feng's workbench.
He hadn't seen many things here.
The heart of a fierce beast that had been soaked in the potion was still beating.
A piece of grass planted in a flowerpot has a beautiful face.
A hollow animal tooth engraved with peculiar lines, the edge has been polished sharp as a knife.
Everything here makes Su Chen feel novel.
Master Feng is still snarling frantically: "Naive! What do you know? Weapons do not harm people, but only those who hold weapons. We just make weapons, why do we care about how others use them? You? Isn’t it good if you don’t die? Young man, you can’t save the world. Let go of your unrealistic thoughts. Pursuing the ultimate secret of the world is the only meaningful thing! The corpse spirit flower is a rare and rare material. It should be limited to one use. There are more and more advanced potions that need it!"
"Hearing you say that, I insisted on keeping the corpse spirit flower by my side. And its role can only be to make a magic potion." Su Chen replied, picking up the animal tooth and carefully. Observing, the sharp end of the tooth rubbed Su Chen's hand, leaving a thin blood streak.
"Asshole!" Master Feng was completely outraged: "If this is the case, what is the point of me staying here? I'm not here to make a few bottles of awakening potions!"
"There is one sentence you said right." Su Chen said suddenly.
"What?" Master Feng didn't understand.
"Then it really doesn't make any sense for you to stay here."
Su Chen raised his hand, and the animal tooth shot into Master Feng's throat.