Free Web NovelChapter 110: Chapter 109: Wen Qingye’s Alchemy
"Patriarch, I’ve brought the herbs." A moment later, a servant came rushing back, holding a bundle of herbs.
Wen Qingye quietly took the herbs, examined them carefully, and nodded.
Jie Jiachun watched Wen Qingye and sneered inwardly, ’Even I wasn’t completely confident I could cure her. You think you can do it with such simple herbs?’
Jie Jiachun had failed to cure Gao Yuerou’s mother—in fact, he had nearly killed her. If Wen Qingye succeeded, wouldn’t that prove that his own skills were inferior to this young man’s?
Wen Qingye took the herbs. With a wave of his hand, Gao Ming and the others took the cue and stepped back.
All eyes were fixed on Wen Qingye, and a nervous tension filled the air. Of course, most of them remained skeptical about his ability to perform Alchemy.
Wen Qingye placed the herbs on a nearby stone table. He then slowly circulated the Primordial Qi in his palm, and a jet of flame suddenly burst forth.
BOOM!
A roaring blaze burned relentlessly in Wen Qingye’s palm. The scorching heat forced the surrounding crowd to retreat four or five steps. Some of the servants fled the courtyard entirely, not daring to linger.
Sweat dripped from their faces as they stared in astonishment at the flame in Wen Qingye’s hand.
"Yang Fire!?" Jie Jiachun cried out in shock.
Hearing Jie Jiachun, Zuo Yu’s jaw dropped. "That’s Yang Fire?"
Jie Jiachun was utterly astonished. ’You have to be a master of the Refining Spirit Realm to refine Yang Fire! Who in the world is this Wen Qingye? He doesn’t look like a master of the Refining Spirit Realm at all.’
Wen Qingye moved his hand, and the flame danced with nimble grace upon his palm. He commanded the Yang Fire as if it were an extension of his own limb, a dazzling sight for all to see. Then, the flame slowly drifted toward the Pill Furnace.
As the flame enveloped the Pill Furnace, it began to glow with a translucent light.
"Heavens! Such... such an exquisite Fire Control Skill! To control Yang Fire with such finesse? It’s simply..." Jie Jiachun was shocked beyond words. He had never seen anyone control a flame with such subtlety.
Even without any knowledge of Alchemy, the crowd could tell how incredible Wen Qingye was just by the look on Jie Jiachun’s face. The dazzling, nimble dance of the flame was a spectacle in itself, and everyone could sense its extraordinary nature.
Wen Qingye then began adding the herbs, one after another. His timing, his adjustments to the flame’s intensity, the points of fusion—every step was executed with a breathtaking mastery that left the onlookers speechless.
Watching Wen Qingye’s hands move with incredible speed, Jie Jiachun forgot to breathe, forgot to even think.
He could tell this was only a Fourth-Grade Pill—something he could refine himself. But as for this technique, this mental fortitude? He possessed not even a fraction of it.
The flame roiled and seethed. This Yang Fire was several times hotter than an ordinary Pill Fire, and the onlookers had to conjure Primordial Qi Shields to block the billowing waves of heat. freewebnσvel.cøm
This was also the first time Zuo Yu had witnessed Wen Qingye perform Alchemy. He was completely mesmerized by the techniques on display. It wasn’t just that he’d never seen them before—he’d never even heard of them.
’Is this Wen Qingye’s Alchemy Dao?’ Both Zuo Yu and Jie Jiachun were completely captivated. Their eyes were glued to Wen Qingye’s hands, knowing that if they could grasp even a fraction of what they were seeing, it would benefit them for the rest of their lives.
This day was destined to leave an indelible mark on them for the rest of their lives.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"Rise!"
Wen Qingye thrust his hands upward. The flame beneath the Pill Furnace slowly dissipated, and the red-hot furnace flew open, ejecting a single pill.
Wen Qingye’s Alchemy was like a masterful performance—calm, composed, and perfectly paced, with everything seemingly under his complete control. The crowd could only watch, dumbfounded.
With a wave of his hand, the pill flew into Wen Qingye’s palm.
Wen Qingye handed the pill to Gao Ming. "Have her take this quickly."
Gao Ming froze for a second, then hurriedly took the pill. He brought it to the lips of Gao Yuerou’s mother, pinched her jaw open, and fed it to her.
After she swallowed it, Gao Ming asked, "Young Master Wen, will this pill really work?"
"It will," Wen Qingye replied nonchalantly.
Jie Jiachun stood to the side, feeling deeply unsettled. From that display just now, he understood better than anyone present just how formidable this young man truly was.
With such an Alchemy Skill, there was no telling how many experts he could rally to his cause, willing to risk life and limb for him. There was no telling how many Pill Masters in the Celestial Martial Country he would utterly shock.
"Look, the Third Madam is moving!"
Just then, Gao Yuerou’s mother slowly opened her eyes. Her hands were no longer trembling.
"What’s happening?" Gao Yuerou’s mother asked, noticing the crowd gathered around her.
Seeing her mother awake, Gao Yuerou covered her mouth and began to sob.
Jie Jiachun’s expression was grim, a bitter taste in his mouth. But just as quickly, he let it go. He recalled the sight of Wen Qingye performing Alchemy, and the sheer audacity of that technique was staggering. A sense of helplessness washed over him.
Gao Ming looked at Wen Qingye with gratitude, then turned to his concubine. "You were unwell and fell unconscious for some reason. Thankfully, Young Master Wen was here. He saved your life."
"Wen Qingye?" Gao Yuerou’s mother looked at the young man before her in surprise. She recognized him. He had once gone to great lengths to curry her favor in an attempt to win over Gao Yuerou.
With a choked voice, Gao Yuerou said, "Yes, Mother. We have Qingye to thank. He refined a Fourth-Grade Pill and saved your life."
"Wen Qingye really healed her! It’s unbelievable!"
"A Fourth-Grade Alchemist! Wen Qingye is a Fourth-Grade Alchemist! For someone so young to reach this level, he has a chance to become a Seventh-Grade Alchemist or even higher in the future!"
"This is outrageous. Why have I never heard that Wen Qingye knew Alchemy?"
"The Wen Family cast out their own rising star. They truly have eyes but failed to see!"
Many of the Gao Family members present were familiar with Wen Qingye, and they now stared at him, dumbfounded, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Gao Li looked at Wen Qingye and gave an awkward laugh. "My apologies for my earlier rudeness. Please don’t take it to heart."
Gao Li now looked at Wen Qingye with a complex mix of gratitude and admiration.
In an instant, the Gao Family’s attitude toward Wen Qingye did a complete one-eighty. Wen Qingye just smiled faintly and waved it off. "As long as she is healed, that’s all that matters. I didn’t take those minor offenses to heart. Your mother is just beginning to recover from a serious illness; you should let her rest."
"Right, right. We should all leave," Gao Ming said hurriedly.
...
Gao Yuerou stayed in the rear courtyard to look after her mother, while the rest of the group gathered in the main hall.
Gao Ming looked at Wen Qingye with a meaningful expression. "We owe you a great debt this time, Young Master Wen. I had no idea your medical arts and Alchemy Dao were so profound."
’To refine a Fourth-Grade Pill at nineteen, with techniques that stunned even Jie Jiachun... Wen Qingye is clearly no simple man. His future potential is limitless.’
He couldn’t help but start comparing Wen Tongyu and Wen Qingye. ’Wen Tongyu’s talent in the Martial Dao is extraordinary, while Wen Qingye’s talent in the Alchemy Dao is astounding. If both had remained in the Wen Family, the family would surely have become a powerhouse within a century. They would have become renowned not just in little Phoenix City, but throughout the entire Celestial Martial Country.’
Gao Ming began to feel a sense of opportunity. An idea sparked, and his heart burned with ambition. ’What if I could pull Wen Qingye to my side now?’
Wen Qingye said coolly, "The madam was afflicted with an insect-based poison. This type of poison has a latency period, which suggests it was deliberately administered. This is a matter for your Gao Mansion, and it’s not my place to get involved, but I thought I should give the Patriarch a warning."
Upon hearing this, Gao Ming’s expression darkened. After a long moment, he said slowly, "I will investigate this matter to the very end. I will not let the culprit get away scot-free."
Wen Qingye nodded. "In that case, since the madam is cured, it’s time for me to leave. Farewell."
Wen Qingye rose to his feet, turned, and made to leave. Zuo Yu stood up as well.
Seeing him leave, Gao Ming grew anxious. "Wait! Young Master Wen, you saved my beloved concubine. I haven’t even had a chance to properly thank you. Why not stay for a few drinks tonight?"
"I cannot. I have urgent matters to attend to at home. Farewell," Wen Qingye replied, declining the offer.
Gao Ming shot a look at Gao Yuerou. "Very well, very well, I won’t keep you if you’re busy. But I, Gao Ming, will be sure to remember the kindness Young Master Wen has shown me. Yuerou, why don’t you see Young Master Wen out?"
Gao Yuerou nodded and quickly rose to her feet. "Yes."
