My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Refining An Antidote (2)
The already bewildered alchemists were left even more dumbfounded when Tan Wei casually took a large bamboo spoon from his space ring. Without ceremony, he dipped it into the bubbling cauldron and began to stir. The herbs inside slowly broke down, blending into a uniform mixture as the spoon moved. It looked less like a formal alchemy process and more like someone cooking.

Some of the alchemists watched with growing interest. As strange as Tan Wei’s methods appeared, they couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. But the more impatient ones began to sneer and curse Tan Wei.

“This pretentious brat… wasting our time like this,” one of them muttered. “He’s obviously a charlatan. Have you ever seen anyone do alchemy like that?”

Murmurs spread throughout the tent. Long Liu frowned. Even though she found Tan Wei’s approach unconventional, she didn’t stop him. They were already here, and waiting a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

But one person in the room wasn’t ridiculing him—Feng Ning. His eyes were fixed on Tan Wei, glinting with excitement.

‘An alchemist who brews pills like a chef preparing a dish… I thought that was just an old myth!’ he thought, his heart pounding.’ But if he can really refine a pill this way… I might just have to kowtow and call him Master!’

It was a long-forgotten legend whispered among a few elder alchemists that most dismissed as fantasy. But it spoke of a realm of alchemy beyond technique and formulas, where the Cook Dao and the Alchemy Dao became one. It was said that only by mastering both could one ascend to the level of a God-tier alchemist.

But how could a young alchemist, not even a century old, reach such a legendary realm? No matter how hard Feng Ning tried to wrap his head around it, it defied everything he knew. What Tan Wei had shown simply made no sense.

Despite the skepticism and curses around him, Tan Wei remained calm. He continued to stir the mixture inside the cauldron, his expression composed and undisturbed by the noise around him.

Most alchemists didn’t notice it, but the interior wasn’t heating uniformly. In fact, the cauldron had been subtly divided into four distinct zones, each with a different temperature. By continuously shifting the herbs between these areas, Tan Wei was purifying them through fluctuating heat, an advanced method few could even attempt, let alone master.

Ten minutes passed.

Finally, the herbs reached their peak refinement. The liquid inside the cauldron, once a consistent hue, now separated into two distinct colors. On the left side, a thick, inky black substance bubbled quietly. On the right, a translucent green liquid shimmered with a soft glow.

Despite being in direct contact with another, they didn’t mix, like oil and water.

Tan Wei dipped his bamboo spoon into the green liquid and brought it to his nose. He inhaled slowly. ‘Perfect.’

He gently returned the sample, stowed the spoon back into his space ring, and retrieved a small jade bottle. Then, raising his hand, he channeled spiritual qi into his palm and slammed it against the right side of the cauldron.

“Condense!” he commanded.

The translucent green liquid surged into the air and rapidly solidified midair. In the blink of an eye, twenty bright green pills rained down in perfect unison into the open jade bottle. A soft glow pulsed from within.

Tan Wei plucked one pill from the bottle, sealed it shut, and approached the injured man lying nearby.

All the alchemists inside the tent were taken aback when they saw a pill had indeed formed from Tan Wei’s improvised concoction. The vibrant green hue of the pill glimmered faintly..

Despite their surprise, doubt still lingered in their eyes. Creating a pill was one thing; curing a highly potent, unknown poison from the Obsidian Court was another matter entirely.

They fell silent, their skepticism momentarily restrained. Tan Wei calmly approached the most gravely injured cultivator. He knelt beside the man and gently lifted his head.

“Take this,” Tan Wei said softly, bringing the green pill to the man’s cracked lips.

The injured cultivator, his body weak and drenched in sweat, barely managed to part his lips. With great effort, he swallowed the pill. The moment it entered his stomach, the pill dissolved like salt tossed into boiling water, spreading a warm light throughout his body.

Inside his body, the medicinal essence surged like a tide, tracing every inch of his poisoned cells. It met the venom of the Obsidian Court head-on. The poison hissed and vanished, neutralized instantly, as if the pill had been its archenemy.

Gasps echoed through the tent. Before their very eyes, the man’s blackened wounds began to fade. The necrotic flesh lost its sickly, dark color, returning to a healthy tone; the dead skin crumbled away, revealing newly healed tissue beneath. Moments later, his breathing steadied, and a hint of color returned to his pale cheeks.

Silence fell.

Then came Feng Ning’s voice, shaking with disbelief and joy. “A genius alchemist! A genius alchemist!”

Without hesitation, the old man rushed forward, his eyes filled with emotion, and dropped to his knees before Tan Wei. Ignoring the perplexed stares around him, he bowed deeply, pressing his forehead to the ground.

“Please… accept this old man as your disciple!”

Everyone else froze. Who was Feng Ning? A renowned cultivator at the Transcending Tribulation Realm. A tier 8 alchemist. The most revered alchemical authority in all of Red Pole. For a man like him to kneel and beg for discipleship… to someone not even in the Dao Seeking Realm?

It was unheard of.

Even the other seasoned alchemists were left speechless. The pride and dignity they held shattered under the weight of what they had just witnessed.

Long Liu, watching the spectacle unfold, allowed a faint smile to tug at her lips. ‘That damn brat never fails to surprise me,’ she mused, thinking of Feng Fan, the one who had personally recommended Tan Wei before the battle.

Perhaps, she thought, accepting Tan Wei into this challenge had been the wisest decision she had made. Without him, they would have had no answer to the Obsidian Court’s insidious poison.