Eternal Life Starts from Tai Chi-Chapter 105: Soul-Chasing 3-Day Powder

The sun rose in the east.

Yang Chan sat cross-legged in Room Geng of the Tan Yun Mansion’s Medicine Hall.

A wisp of dense Purple Qi fell into Yang Chan’s mouth and was drawn into his body.

He had never stopped progressing in his Purple Qi Body Cultivation Skill. Normal cultivation was only possible at sunrise, and even bad weather could make it difficult.

As he swallowed the mouthful of Purple Qi, a warm current instantly coursed through him, and his body registered a distinct sensation.

The progress of his Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill had slowed to a crawl. Even spending a large number of Potential Points made it difficult to improve in a short time, so Yang Chan could only focus on Health Cultivation Skills that were easier to advance for now.

The same was true for his Turtle Breath Body Cultivation Skill, though he didn’t spend much time on it, as its rate of improvement was clearly inferior to the Purple Qi Body Cultivation Skill. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

After slowly concluding his session, he went to Room Geng to check on the injured disciples. After the first day, when many disciples had been injured, the Cyan Yuan Sect had reacted swiftly. They immediately arranged for a purge, rooting out many problematic individuals.

From start to finish, their attitude toward these people could be summed up in a single word.

Kill!

These people were already fanatical believers of the No-Life Evil Cult; they were beyond saving. Besides, the Cyan Yuan Sect had no intention of saving them anyway. They opted for a direct solution, putting an end to the problem once and for all.

Yang Chan’s expression didn’t change much upon hearing this. This was simply how the world worked: solve problems in the quickest way possible, leaving no loose ends.

It was rare to see true do-gooders. After all, most of them had been picked off and devoured. Those who survived naturally understood the cruelty of it all.

With the help of Han Bingyu and the other Pharmacist’s Assistants, Yang Chan quickly finished treating the injured disciples. He then planned to return to his room to make more preparations.

The assassination attempt in Taiyu City was seared into his memory. He didn’t need to be so cautious within the Cyan Yuan Sect, but in a chaotic place like Tan City, it was always better to be prepared.

For Yang Chan, safety was paramount.

It was a rule he lived by, his personal creed.

Since arriving at Tan Yun Mansion in Tan City, Yang Chan hadn’t interacted much with the other Pharmacists. Aside from being busy, he simply wasn’t in the mood. He wasn’t very familiar with the people who had come down from the mountain this time. Most of the Pharmacists who had been on the mission in Taiyu City were not part of this one—with him being the sole exception.

Furthermore, he was the only Basic Level Pharmacist from the Medicine Hall and Pharmacy. The others had been assigned from the Medicine Preparation Institute, the Pharmacy, and other departments. Their relationships were superficial, limited to simple greetings.

Yang Chan sensed danger in Tan City, so he was focused on making arrangements for his own safety and naturally didn’t have time for socializing.

"Pharmacist Yang, we’re out of Qi Nourishing Soup. It’s your turn to prepare and brew it today."

Han Bingyu reported after finding Yang Chan, relaying the message from the Steward in the Medicine Hall.

Tasks like preparing medicine packets and brewing the daily required Qi Nourishing Soup and Strengthening and Nourishing Porridge were all assigned on a rotating basis.

Yang Chan and the others had started participating in these tasks not long after their arrival, which was one of the reasons the Pharmacists in Tan City were so busy.

"Alright, I’ll be there in a moment."

Yang Chan put down the Pharmacopoeia he had brought from the Cyan Yuan Sect. It was an advanced book that built upon the Medicine Scripture, and most Pharmacists read it. For Yang Chan, these books could help him advance his Pharmacist profession, so he spent some time reading every day and was making decent progress.

He was surprised the arrangements were made so quickly, but he didn’t overthink it. After all, they were truly short on Pharmacists here in Tan City.

A single Pharmacist’s work could determine the fate of many lives.

"Let’s go brew the Qi Nourishing Soup."

Yang Chan said to Han Bingyu after stepping out of his room.

He took one more Pharmacist’s Assistant from Room Geng and headed for the courtyard in Tan Yun Mansion where medicines were brewed. He left two assistants behind to prevent any mishaps and allow them to handle emergencies.

If Room Geng was left unattended and something happened to the injured disciples, it would be a disaster.

With these two present, if a problem arose, they could find a nearby Pharmacist to help. This was standard procedure.

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In the medicine brewing courtyard of the Medicine Hall.

The courtyard was now filled with people, most of whom were Servant Disciples. These Servant Disciples were considered relatively trustworthy, or rather, they were individuals who had been carefully vetted.

In a sense, these people at least had clean backgrounds.

"Come on, let’s get the medicine packets for the Qi Nourishing Soup."

Yang Chan said to Han Bingyu and the other assistant.

Over here, large cauldrons were already being heated. The medicine would be brewed in these iron vats.

"Pharmacist Yang, come, come. We need to brew ten cauldrons today. Please handle the ingredient preparation and monitor the heat."

In the courtyard, Steward He spotted Yang Chan’s Pharmacist attire and walked over enthusiastically, briefing him on his task.

The Stewards had already received the daily workload notice; they just needed to inform the Pharmacists of their assignments.

The workload wasn’t excessive unless something unexpected happened, but in that case, multiple Pharmacists would be assigned to handle it.

For instance, in the courtyard, another Pharmacist had already begun brewing the Strengthening and Nourishing Porridge, a task separate from Yang Chan’s.

"Alright. Are all the medicinal ingredients ready?"

"Have them go over with you to inspect everything, and then bring the ingredients here."

Yang Chan looked at Steward He and stated his requirements.

Although the ingredients were already portioned out, it was standard procedure to inspect them before brewing.

"Of course. You two Pharmacist’s Assistants, come with me. I’ll have a few Servant Disciples carry the medicine. After you’ve inspected it, you can have them bring it over."

Steward He nodded, speaking to the two assistants as he led them away to get the medicine.

Meanwhile, Yang Chan inspected the courtyard. It was a bustling place, thick with the smell of smoke and fire. One could say that aside from the main kitchen, this was the place most filled with the bustle of a working hearth.

He walked up to a few of the cauldrons to check the fire’s temperature. While brewing Qi Nourishing Soup didn’t require the same precision as Refining the Lantian Jade Refining Pill, the general heat still needed to be controlled. Otherwise, the resulting medicine would be less effective.

This was exactly what had happened when Yang Chan first started brewing on his own, which was why the medicinal effects had not been very potent.

But now, having brewed it countless times, the process was second nature to him. Still, the necessary preparations could not be skipped.

While checking the heat, he also inspected how the cauldrons were heating up and checked the water temperature inside. He examined each one carefully until he reached the seventh cauldron, at which point his brow furrowed slightly.

There was a problem with this cauldron—or more accurately, with the water inside it.

Someone had added something to the water. It looked colorless and odorless, but it actually contained a slow-acting poison: Soul-Chasing Three-Day Powder.

As the name implied, the poison would lie dormant in the body for three days before suddenly erupting on the third day. It was a relatively rare type of slow-acting poison.

The intention behind putting this poison in the cauldron was crystal clear: to poison the people of the Cyan Yuan Sect.