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Chapter 239 Refining Medicine with an Iron Pot and Firewood

Chapter 239 Refining Medicine with an Iron Pot and Firewood

However, just as the crocodile's massive jaws were about to close, Li Ang's figure slid half a meter to the side and back.

This doesn't look like dodging; it's more like anticipating the attack trajectory and starting to move the moment the crocodile exerts its force.

At the same time, Li Ang's wand had been raised at some point, and a light blue wind blade, refined to its extreme, silently condensed and precisely swept towards the crocodile's neck.

"Pfft"

There was no earth-shattering sound, only the dull cutting sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The crocodile's massive body suddenly froze as it charged forward, its enormous head separating from its body in an instant. It crashed heavily onto the edge of the swamp, splashing mud and water everywhere. After twitching a few times, it fell silent.

The attack lasted only two or three seconds from start to finish.

Mia stood there, stunned, her mouth slightly agape, before finally finding her voice: "You—you knew it was there all along?"

Leon put away his wand and nodded calmly: "I sensed movement underwater when I got close to the swamp." He didn't reveal the ring's abilities; he just made up a seemingly reasonable explanation.

Mia clearly accepted this explanation. She jogged to the crocodile carcass, crouched down to examine it closely, and then jumped up excitedly: "It's an Ironback Crocodile! Its skin is excellent for making armor—strong yet lightweight. The meat is a bit tough, but it makes a particularly delicious soup. Li Ang, we're rich today!"

As she spoke, she deftly began processing the crocodile carcass, bleeding it, skinning it, and cutting it into edible pieces, while Li Ang took the opportunity to finish collecting the moonlight moss.

"Mia," Leon asked casually, watching the busy catwoman, "Are there many magical beasts like the Iron-spined Crocodile in this forest?"

"Not many, but not few either." Mia didn't even look up, her hands moving swiftly.

"They usually lurk in swamps or deep waters, ambushing animals drinking, and occasionally attacking lone orcs. The hive used to organize hunts, but the casualties were heavy, so they rarely provoked others afterward. Like today—"

This is the first time I've ever seen someone take down an adult iron-spined crocodile on their own.

She looked up, her eyes now filled with adoration as she gazed at Li Ang: "Li Ang, you must be the most powerful warrior in the outside world!"

Li Ang was both amused and exasperated. Just as he was about to explain, Mia changed the subject: "By the way, the mentor you said you were looking for yesterday—is it an elf?"

This question made Li Ang's expression turn serious: "She is a half-elf. Her mother is an elf."

Mia's hands slowed for a second, and she pressed her ears back, revealing her complex emotions: "Half-elves—in Avalon, the status of half-elves is very delicate. Pure-blooded elves look down on them, thinking their blood is impure, and we, the abandoned ones—also find it difficult to feel good towards them."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly: "But if it's your mentor—I think she must be different from those arrogant pure-blood elves. Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken such a big risk to find her."

"Yes, she looks cold on the outside, but she's very kind on the inside." Li Ang nodded, agreeing with Mia's assessment.

When Li Ang and Mia returned to their nest with a bountiful catch, the gathering team had already returned as well.

On the open ground of the square, there were dozens of hemostatic herbs, more than twenty pieces of stone root grass rhizomes, and some other herbs, more than Li Ang had expected.

"Everyone worked very hard." Lillian counted the medicinal herbs, a rare relaxed smile on her face.

"They heard that these were used by the alchemist to make medicine, so even the laziest guys picked a whole basketful."

Dinner was still a celebratory affair, with the iron-spined crocodile meat cut into large chunks and stewed with mushrooms and tubers to make a rich soup, the aroma filling the entire underground space.

Everyone received a bowl of hot, thick soup and a small piece of roasted matsutake pork, and their faces beamed with satisfied smiles.

After the meal, Li Ang did not rest. He borrowed the largest iron pot from Aunt Mona, who was in charge of cooking, and then set it up next to the bonfire in the center of the square.

"I'm going to start making the potion," Li Ang announced to the residents who had gathered around.

"You will need to concentrate during the process, so please try to keep quiet."

The crowd immediately fell silent, even the usually noisiest little dog-headed man covered his mouth and stared wide-eyed with curiosity.

For them, the alchemist's alchemy was a sacred and mysterious matter. In the past, it was only done in the Great Nest by a highly respected old alchemist in a special stone chamber, and ordinary people had no chance to see it.

Li Ang took a deep breath to calm himself and began to concoct potions using an iron pot and firewood. This was indeed a first for him in his professional career.

However, the preparation of basic healing potions is not complicated; the key is to control the heat and the timing of the fusion of medicinal materials.

With his current mental strength comparable to a level three wizard and his precise control over the properties of medicine, he is still more than 80% confident even under rudimentary conditions.

Li Ang first cast the [Water Creation Spell], and clear water appeared out of thin air, filling the iron pot to seven-tenths full. Then, he lightly tapped his wand, and the [Spark Spell] precisely ignited the pile of firewood that had been set up.

As the flames ignited, Li Ang did not rush to add the medicinal herbs. Instead, he closed his eyes and let his spiritual energy spread like silk, sensing the heating of the iron pot and the changes in the water temperature inside. After a moment, he opened his eyes; the time had come.

The first ingredient was hemostatic grass. He took three whole hemostatic grass plants, crushed them by hand, and put the juice and fragments into the pot together.

Next comes the stone root grass. Its tough rhizome is first sliced ​​into thin slices, then ground into powder in another small earthenware jar, and finally sprinkled into the pot.

Li Ang picked up a long-handled wooden spoon that had been prepared and began to stir the pot at a steady pace.

His movements were steady and rhythmic, each stirring guided by his spiritual power, allowing the effective components of the medicinal herbs to be fully released and begin to blend.

The surrounding crowd held their breath, and even the crackling sound of the campfire was exceptionally clear.

They watched as the clear water in the pot gradually turned light brown, then slowly turned dark red, and the aroma of herbs began to fill the air.

Lily stood quietly at the front of the crowd, her pale golden eyes fixed on Li Ang's every move.

Mia crouched behind Li Ang, her tail swaying uneasily, her eyes filled with worry, as if she herself were the one concocting the medicine.

Jimmy stood on the outskirts of the crowd, arms crossed, his expression complex. Finally, he muttered something under his breath and turned to leave the square.

The refining process lasted for nearly twenty minutes. When the liquid in the pot was concentrated to one-third of its original volume, and its color turned a deep dark red with a pearly sheen on the surface, Li Ang knew that it was done.

He extinguished the firewood and poured the prepared medicinal liquid into several pre-prepared earthenware jars. The rich aroma of the medicine was invigorating.