The improved female villains regained their memories.

A powerful aura burst through the roof, and the system that had been dormant suddenly awoke. In Yang Pingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness, the light sphere amplified, illuminating the pitch-black space of consciousness.

"This is...blood energy!?"

The human body has qi and blood, which is called blood qi. Blood qi is also considered human qi. Blood qi swirls in the thatched hut, dissipating much of the cold qi, one of the four evil qi between heaven and earth.

The air surged in like a tidal wave, and the system rose to a high altitude, looking down at the entire thatched hut. Only then did it realize with horror that the vigorous human energy was soaring into the sky, with the momentum of a sword pointing at the heavens.

"That's impossible!"

In the original storyline, the person who understands popularity best should be the foreigner. He knows the old man's background and identity, but that guy couldn't possibly have any in-depth research on popularity.

After scanning, the system calmed down, and after careful verification, it laughed out loud:

"What? Is that so? I knew it, how could it possibly go wrong?"

There were no problems, and it shrank back into Yang Pingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yang Pingsheng and Su Murong were both focused on the movements of the thatched hut and therefore did not notice the system's actions. A powerful, churning wave of air erupted, turning into a chilling atmosphere that made people shiver.

Not long after, the shockwave dissipated, and Mr. Qian walked out from inside.

His face remained expressionless, his facial muscles as cold as iron. As soon as he came out, Su Murong rushed in and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Su Rouxue was alright.

never mind.

temporary.

Old Qian's gaze was fixed on Yang Pingsheng, and he exhaled a heavy breath of cold air.

"call……"

It was as if he was relieving some of the pressure in his heart before he spoke:

Why do we have to save her?

Yang Pingsheng fell silent.

The white snow fell, cool and refreshing. Yang Pingsheng answered, "Healing and saving lives, there's no why."

"Then you'd better be prepared."

Yang Pingsheng's heart skipped a beat: "Can't he be saved?"

Old Man Qian didn't say anything.

He stepped onto the white snow and looked at the earthen wall of the courtyard.

Outside the earthen walls were rows of thatched huts.

"We can't cure all diseases."

As the old man spoke, the cold wind blew his beard, causing it to flutter and mingle with the falling snow.

"There is a disease that even the most skilled doctors cannot cure."

"What disease?"

"Poverty disease".

Mr. Qian looked at Yang Pingsheng and said, word by word:

"This disease is incurable even if we try our whole lives."

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In the dimly lit pharmacy, the old man sat in his familiar seat, smoking his pipe, making a "puff puff puff" sound.

Yang Pingsheng and Su Murong sat opposite each other, waiting for a long time. Finally, Su Murong got impatient, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up:

"What exactly happened? Old man, can't you just give me a straight answer?!"

The old man ignored her while smoking. Yang Pingsheng pulled her arm and made her sit down, gesturing for her not to rush. Then he coughed lightly and asked, "Master, is it a problem with the medicinal herbs?"

"Yes."

The old man spoke.

His previously clouded eyes cleared a little, and through the swirling smoke, he exhaled a long breath and said, "Su Rouxue's illness is not a simple one. She has an eye problem, a weak body, and a lingering illness from childbirth. All these other issues have combined to make her like this."

“Her body is like a leaky bucket now. Once the water runs out, she will die. You can’t plug it; you can only keep adding water.”

“Good housing, a good environment for recuperation, healthy food, water, warmth and wind protection—if you follow this method of recuperation, although you may not die peacefully in your old age, living another ten years is no problem.” The old man’s gaze moved back and forth between Yang Pingsheng and Su Murong, finally settling on Su Murong. “However, I don’t think you have that ability.”

"Then I'll find a way to get the money!"

Su Murong stood up abruptly.

"I absolutely cannot let my mother die like this. What do I care about living for another ten years? I don't want that! If they want money, I'll steal it, I'll rob it. I must save my mother!"

"Go steal, go rob?" The old man sneered. "According to you, for money you would also go and join the barbarians? Ha, if that's the case, little guy, I won't allow it."

"So what if I need to rely on you? As long as I can get money to save my mother, what's wrong with relying on you? This is my business, I don't need your permission."

Bang! The old man slammed his pipe on the table.

He sat up abruptly, his previously hunched body straightening instantly, like a sleeping tiger awakened from its slumber, exuding an imposing aura.

“Little thing.” His cloudy eyes cleared, and he stared at Su Murong, saying coldly, “This certainly doesn’t require my consent, but don’t forget, I can also agree not to treat your mother.”

"you!!!"

Su Murong glared at him, and the old man returned the glare. The two faced off like this, neither trying to avoid the other.

A cold wind howled in from outside the wooden door. Yang Pingsheng stood up, pulled Su Murong behind him, and broke the silence by speaking to the old man: "Master, didn't you manage to suppress Su Rouxue's illness today?"

His clear eyes became cloudy again, the stalemate was broken, and the old man stopped standing. He sat down again and started puffing on his pipe.

"It has been contained, but at a great cost."

As he spoke, letting the smoke fill the pharmacy again, he said, "I gave her Qi and Blood Pills."

Humans possess three treasures: essence, energy, and spirit. These circulate throughout the body, with blood being the most valuable. Therefore, those with abundant energy and blood can ward off a hundred diseases.

Three-Turn Elixir of Qi and Blood.

Taking it for a day will invigorate your Qi and blood, suppress all diseases, replenish Qi and blood, and prolong life.

A person lives on a single breath; when a person dies, that breath naturally dissipates. The benefit of the Qi and Blood Pill lies in its ability to prolong that breath.

"Qi and Blood Pills can replenish a person's Qi and Blood. It's like placing a leaky wooden bucket under a waterfall. For the torrent of the waterfall, how much water leaks out of the leak is not important."

"In that case..." Su Murong perked up, "Wouldn't it be fine as long as we keep giving Mother Qi and Blood Pills?!"

The old man shook his head.

Elixirs, from the first to the ninth level, and those of the sixth level and above, are collectively called immortal elixirs, while those below are mortal elixirs that ordinary people can refine.

Qi and Blood Pills can replenish qi and blood, and prolong life, but as a three-stage pill, it is naturally not all good and has many limitations.

Firstly, it requires the qi and blood of the alchemist.

The alchemist's vital energy and blood are the most crucial ingredients for this elixir. Essentially, the Vital Energy and Blood Pill uses another person's vital energy and blood to replenish another person's own. If the alchemist doesn't use their own vital energy and blood, they must use someone else's to refine it; animals cannot be used.

Secondly, the Qi and Blood Pill takes an extremely long time to refine.

Each Qi and Blood Pill requires forty-nine days to refine; not a single day less is acceptable. Not only is the process lengthy, but it is also complex, with every step demanding precision. A mistake means starting all over again.

The Qi and Blood Pill is indeed like a waterfall to a wooden barrel for Su Rouxue, but the problem is that a waterfall doesn't last forever; its flow will gradually decrease and eventually disappear.

"Because the process of making the Qi and Blood Pill is too complicated and requires the Qi and blood of others, even though its medicinal effects can rival those of a fourth-grade pill, it can only be ranked as a third-grade pill. That Qi and Blood Pill was one of my collections from many years ago, and I only have that one."

"but--"

Old Man Qian changed the subject: "Su Rouxue's condition doesn't actually require Qi and Blood Pills. The reason I used them today is only because her condition is quite dangerous. Right now, she only needs second-grade pills, Qi-replenishing pills and Blood-replenishing pills."

"Could it be that you are an alchemist?" Yang Pingsheng asked tentatively.

"Whether it's true or not is unimportant; you'd better not count on me," the old man said. "I'm too old to be an alchemist anymore. However, I do know a little about alchemy."

The meaning is already clear at this point.

The old man looked at Su Murong and slowly said, "Little thing, you have to save your own mother."

The wind and snow outside intensified.

"I know."

Su Murong stepped out from behind Yang Pingsheng, looked at the old man, and said, word by word:

"If you can teach me, I will find a way myself and won't bother others."

"Hmph, little thing, at least that sounds human."

The old man coughed and bent down to get the formulas for the pills: "Then, I will teach you the formulas for the Qi-tonifying pills and the blood-tonifying pills..."

"If that's the case, how long can my mother live?"

"Maybe I can live another twenty years."

"What about the Qi and Blood Pill?"

"Hmm?" The old man stood up and looked at Su Murong: "What do you mean?"

"I asked, if it's a Qi and Blood Pill, how long can my mother live?"

"One Qi and Blood Pill a year, and dying peacefully in one's old age is not a problem."

"Then, please teach me the formula for the Qi and Blood Pill," Su Murong said.

The sound, resolute, illuminated even the dark pharmacy.

His cloudy eyes flickered slightly, and Old Qian lit his pipe again, making a puffing sound.

After a long pause, he said, "You want to use your own vital energy?"

"I wouldn't trust anyone else's."

“The refining process is extremely complex. You are a novice, and even with my guidance, the probability of failure is still very high. Most importantly, you have to start over every time you fail, which is very mentally taxing.”

"If it's not too late before my mother dies, I'll start over!"

"If you have to refine a Qi and Blood Pill every year, and it's all made using your own Qi and Blood, then you won't be able to die a natural death."

"Don't worry about me."

"It's very difficult."

"I'm not afraid."