As the wind blew, rippling the water, the little boat creaked, bobbing up and down, creating gray froth.

Inside the boat, Xu Qing was completely focused on his pill concocting. One by one, he took out the medicinal plants he needed, either plucking off the leaves, extracting the sap, or removing stamens before carefully putting them into the stone bowl. As he worked, more and more medicinal liquid built up.

After confirming the mix ratio and making some final adjustments, he added the seven-leaf clover. And then, at just around midnight, he carefully added the sap of the condensing spirit leaf into the black liquid. Hissing and popping sounds rang out, and a green smoke rose up that he brushed away. Then the medicinal liquid in the stone bowl turned white and semisolid. At the same time, it glowed faintly.

He had succeeded!

After a final inspection, he took the liquid out and rolled it into the shape of a large pill. Putting it down to dry, he looked at it, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.

I finally made a white bolus...