After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Over the next two days, Mo Shan'an was so flattered that he was practically floating on air. He went to the courtyard every day to learn about new medicinal herbs and remember their effects.

"Don't move, go play somewhere else."

Mo Shan'an ruthlessly peeled away the Dragon-Meditating Sword that had been disturbing his study of herbs.

"buzz"

"You didn't even know I got arrested. Do you know how heartbroken I was? And now you're even cursing at me?"

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword hung in mid-air, feeling wronged, and offered its explanation a few times.

Mo Shan'an had no choice but to put down the book on identifying medicinal herbs in his hand; well, it looked a little pitiful.

"Alright, I misunderstood you, but you took too long to find me. That's not how a good underling should be."

"buzz"

Long Mingjian left, slightly annoyed, leaving Mo Shan'an completely bewildered. Did he say it was too heavy?

"How is it, young master? How much has he remembered today?"

The old man came out with a relaxed expression and asked the question. He was obviously very confident in Mo Shan'an. He had been worried that the little guy couldn't read, but it turned out that he had worried too much.

The latter patted his small chest and said, "I've almost memorized it all."

Mo Shan'an discovered that his body not only remembers things quickly, but it also has a photographic memory; it can remember almost any herb.

The old demon tested him with some skepticism until the little cub actually gave the correct answer without missing a single word. He then happily patted him on the shoulder.

"Not bad"

These past two days, Mo Shan'an has been getting up earlier than the chickens and going to bed later than the dogs. He even refused Mo Shitian's offer to take him to the natural hot spring in the back mountain.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pout, recalling the man's expression after he rejected him yesterday, and felt like beating him up.

"Since you recognize these herbs, come in and I'll teach you how to refine them into pills."

The old demon led him into another secluded house. As soon as he pushed open the door, Mo Shan'an saw a cauldron with a large fire burning underneath.

"I stole this furnace from an alchemist; it's been with me for most of my life."

Mo Shan'an looked up at the cauldron, which was twice his height, and compared the difference. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he couldn't reach it.

"I also want to refine pills, do you have a small furnace?"

"Hahahaha, of course."

The old demon deliberately took out a small cauldron and placed it in front of him, which was safe enough for someone like him who was trying alchemy for the first time.

"This book describes the process of alchemy in detail, as well as the herbs needed. You can take a look at it."

"it is good"

Mo Shan'an picked up the book and began to flip through it. It did indeed describe what materials were needed to refine certain pills, as well as the time and heat required.

To him, it seemed very simple, similar to the chemistry he learned in junior high school.

"Take a look for a while, and I'll explain anything you don't understand when I get back."

The old demon has been busy refining the Bone-Regenerating Pill these past two days. Now he only needs one more ingredient and needs to go out for a trip. Before leaving, he gave instructions to the cub watching intently beside him.

"Young Master, then I'll trouble you to keep an eye on the cauldron over there. Don't get too close to it."

Mo Shan'an glanced at the blazing fire; it was nothing serious.

"I understand, you can leave now."

You can rest assured that I can handle things.

The old demon smiled. He wasn't worried about anything else, except that the little cub might burn himself, and he wouldn't be able to explain that to someone.

Right after the old man left, Mo Shan'an went to the courtyard to look for the medicinal herbs he needed. There was a relatively simple pill on it that he wanted to try, and luckily, all the necessary materials were in the courtyard.

"Evening primrose, evening primrose, found it!"

Mo Shan'an took the herbs back into the house, sat cross-legged on the floor, and muttered, "Let me see how to refine them."

First, start a fire. Once the cauldron glows red, then throw the herbs in.

"fire?"

Mo Shan'an got up and looked at the clutter on the side. He couldn't find any tools to start a fire. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He looked to the side and saw that there was already some kind of fire!

"Can I borrow a little light? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

He used a small stick to ignite a small flame, which instantly turned into a raging fire the moment it touched the furnace.

"This thing actually has this function!"

He didn't know that the fire in all the alchemy furnaces wasn't an ordinary flame; it was specially generated by alchemists using spiritual power as a guide and their own cultivation as a supplement.

This saved Mo Shan'an time. He clapped his hands, confirmed the herbs, closed the book, sat on the ground, propped his forehead up, and stared intently at the stove.

"Demon Lord, as you instructed, we have moved that woman to the Dark Realm."

"Yes, don't let her die."

"Don't worry, I've already had Elder Lao Yao prepare the elixir. She won't die."

The man sitting in the seat had tightly pursed lips and dark, cold eyes that revealed his current mood.

"Where is he now?"

Um, knowing who the man was asking about, Molu paused for a few seconds before cautiously answering.

"In the alchemy room"

The man's handsome phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Mo Shitian wondered why the cub had suddenly become obsessed with herbs. How could a young master of the Demon Clan be a mere alchemist?

"Demon Lord, would you like to go and see the young master?"

Before Mo Shitian could speak, a loud noise startled him. Hearing the noise, he stood up and his eyes narrowed sharply.

Alchemy Room

"Pfft, cough cough cough"

Mo Shan'an stared at the house that had been reduced to ruins, his mouth agape. He looked down at the teapot in his hand, and three words flashed through his mind: "It's all over."

Ten minutes ago, after the cauldron was burning red-hot, he put all the herbs in at once, and even added a little extra for fear that there wouldn't be enough.

It was fine at first, but then the fire started to grow bigger and bigger, and it seemed to get out of control.

Having no other choice, Mo Shan'an ran out to find water to put out the fire. As he ran out, he knocked over a small bottle, which rolled to the side of the cauldron. He didn't think too much about it and didn't have time to pick it up.

He ran to the main house and could only find a teapot. When he went outside, he heard an explosion.

When Mo Shitian arrived at the scene, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the small figure in the ruins was alright.

"come over"

Hearing a familiar voice behind her, Mo Shan'an lowered her head, turned around, and walked towards the man, nervously clutching the teapot in her small hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Mo Shitian looked at the cub who was bowing his head and apologizing to him. From his angle, all he could see were the protruding cheeks and the round back of the head.

"This is truly an eye-opening experience for me."

Mo Shitian stared at the devastated ruins, his lips twitching slightly, his forehead throbbing a little. He couldn't understand how the little guy had blown the house up like this.

Mo Shan'an understood the man's implied meaning, scratched his cheek, and described the scene to the man's puzzled expression.

After hearing his words, Mo Shitian swallowed twice and pursed his lips, but ultimately didn't say anything. This was the first time he had ever heard of refining pills in this way.