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The stove was moved out, and first, two pieces of charcoal that had already turned red were placed inside. Then, small pieces of refined charcoal were carefully added one by one, and finally, a clean medicine pot was set on top.
"This is spring water specially delivered daily from Qingxian Mountain. It has been certified by an authoritative organization for its excellent quality, so we at Tongxin Hall use it to brew medicine."
Xu Zhan said this while pouring water into the medicine pot, stopping only when it was four-fifths full.
Qingxian Mountain is a towering mountain over three thousand meters high located in the suburbs of Guanghai City. Its shape resembles that of an immortal, and it is covered with a variety of trees that give it a green hue, hence the name Qingxian Mountain.
With its high elevation and dense forests, the area is naturally less frequented by people, resulting in good water quality. The Ancient Sorcerer did not expect that Tongxin Hall would use spring water from Qingxian Mountain to brew medicine.
"Wow, I didn't expect it to be so meticulous."
The Ancient Sorcerer was surprised that Tongxin Hall even carefully selected the water used for brewing medicine. However, upon reflection, it made sense; after all, medicine is meant to treat illnesses. If the water used for brewing the medicine is poor quality, how could the resulting medicine have good efficacy?
Therefore, the more meticulous one is in this regard, the better.
"When it comes to someone else's health, it's better to be cautious."
Xu Zhan gently placed the medicine bag prepared by the Ancient Sorcerer into the pot and covered it.
"Dad, let me do it."
Xu Dou approached with a small fan in hand.
Shaking his head, Xu Zhan said, "I'll handle it; your skills aren't sufficient yet."
"This... it's fine; we can just use ordinary methods to brew it."
The Ancient Sorcerer ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn't expected Xu Zhan to take this matter so seriously. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he realized that given Xu Zhan's status, he must have been doing this kind of fire-stoking and medicine brewing for decades—let alone him; even Xu Dou probably hadn't done such things for many years.
However, what surprised the Ancient Sorcerer even more was that Ma Weishi also wanted to get involved and act as the apprentice for brewing medicine:
"I think you two should stop arguing. Let me do it. What will you do if you tire yourselves out?"
As Ma Weishi spoke, he reached out to snatch the fan from Xu Dou's hand.
Xu Dou quickly pulled back his hand and said, "Old Ma, I can't let you do that. As the younger generation, there's no need for you to take on such heavy work like brewing medicine."
"Hmph, whether I want to or not is up to me. Hand over the fan quickly."
Ma Weishi puffed out his cheeks and glared, looking as if he would not let it go if Xu Dou didn't give him the fan.
Shaking his head, the Ancient Sorcerer noticed that it wasn't just Xu Zhan, Xu Dou, and Ma Weishi; even the others around them were eager to try their hand at brewing medicine. Clearly, they all wanted to take part in this task but hesitated due to their seniority.
In fact, the Ancient Sorcerer did not understand the key point here. On the surface, brewing medicine seemed as simple as throwing herbs into water and boiling it, but it was far from that simple. Controlling the size of the fire and the amount of water was crucial. Thus, in traditional Chinese medicine training, brewing medicine was a very important aspect. For experienced practitioners of Chinese medicine, the properties of a prescription could often be judged during the brewing process because it was essentially a "reaction" of various herbs in water. This was precisely why Xu Zhan and others were eager to brew the medicine themselves: they could not see how the Ancient Sorcerer would add Cinnabar or how much he would add due to professional constraints. However, if they could brew it themselves, they would also be able to observe the patient's reaction after taking the medicine, which could reveal a lot.
Xu Zhan and others were already financially secure; for them, advancements in medical skills or exchanges were far more enticing. At this moment, how could they miss the opportunity to closely observe this "chemical reaction" of the medicine? That was why they were competing for it.
Seeing that Ma Weishi was also trying to snatch it away, Xu Dou immediately stuffed the fan into Xu Zhan's hands since he knew he couldn't compete with Ma Weishi.
"You!"
Ma Weishi was both angry and amused as he slapped Xu Dou on the back of his head and laughed while scolding him: "You little rascal, you're really cunning."
"Hehehe~~~"
Xu Dou chuckled and stopped talking.
Once the fan was in Xu Zhan's hands, everyone else realized there was no hope left because among them all, only he and Ma Weishi had the highest seniority. Since Ma Weishi couldn't get it, naturally no one else would have a chance either.
Xu Zhan sat down in front of the Stove, and the fan in his hand began to wave. After a while, bright red flames started to leap out, and soon the temperature rose. After about ten minutes, steam began to rise from the medicine pot.
The Ancient Sorcerer felt a bit bored because no one was paying attention to him at that moment: Xu Zhan was fanning the flames in front of the Stove, while everyone else surrounded him, their eyes wide open and unblinking. If it weren't for the fact that there was a Stove in the center, one might think they were watching a stunningly beautiful naked woman.
So, the Ancient Sorcerer simply returned to the medicine cabinet and began to examine the various herbs inside. He had to admit that the quality of the herbs in Tongxin Hall was exceptional; even the most ordinary dried tangerine peel was meticulously selected in terms of color and dryness. What intrigued the Ancient Sorcerer even more was that he found many "witchcraft herbs," such as peach wood and mulberry wood used for warding off evil, as well as white spear and mugwort. Notably, some of the peach wood even contained faint traces of True Spirit, indicating its high quality.
There were many herbs in Tongxin Hall, and as he flipped through them, the Ancient Sorcerer became engrossed until he was startled awake by a voice.
"What... is going on here?"
The Ancient Sorcerer looked up to see Kong Ying had returned, followed closely by Fan Feng. He knew Kong Ying was referring to Xu Zhan and the others.
"They are brewing medicine."
"I know they are brewing medicine, but why are so many people gathered around? And it seems like they are arguing about something?"
Shrugging his shoulders, the Ancient Sorcerer replied, "I don't know either."
The Ancient Sorcerer thought to himself that he hadn't yet mentioned how Xu Zhan and the others had fought over fanning the flames; he figured that if he did, Kong Ying would be even more confused.
Fan Feng glanced at the Stove in front of Xu Zhan and then said to the Ancient Sorcerer:
"Ancient Sorcerer, is this my medicine?"
"Yes, but it's not ready yet. Please wait a moment."
The Ancient Sorcerer looked at Fan Feng and noticed that both sides of her neck, along her throat, were already bulging out slightly with visible dark energy. He asked, "When did this appear?"
The Ancient Sorcerer remembered that Kong Ying hadn't mentioned this when she spoke with him earlier.
"Ah? What did you say?" Fan Feng was stunned and said: "What did you say? Why can't I understand?" "Do you have a mirror? Take a look for yourself." Ancient Sorcerer pointed at Fan Feng 's neck. Kong Ying was shocked when he saw it. He immediately took out a small mirror from his cosmetic bag and handed it to Fan Feng, saying: "Fan Feng, take a look. When I saw you just now, It’s not like this!”
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