God-Level Talent Replication System

Chapter 342: The Master of Pill Wang Yun River, Xue Shan

Ding!

“Excuse me, does the host cultivate a god-level alchemy technique?”

“Cultivation.”

“10%…30%…60%…100%.”

“God-level alchemy cultivation succeeded.”

As the system’s voice fell, Ye Chen’s face also showed a wonderful color.

With this god-level medicine refining technique long ago, he also asked the dean if he could refining medicine.

“Ye Chen, our college does have a pharmacist, but…”

Dean Lin Teng stopped talking a little bit.

A few seconds later, Dean Lin Teng continued to speak:

“He is the Master of Dan Wang Yunhe. Because Dan Wang Yunhe wanted to become the number one pharmacist in the Nu Haidi, he framed him. He regressed from a fifth-level pharmacist to a low-level pharmacist.”

Low-level pharmacist?

To become a first-level pharmacist, you must first go through a third-level pharmacist.

“However, his professionalism has not regressed, he just can’t make good Medicine Pill or pharmacy.”

Dean Lin Teng whispered to Ye Chen, for fear of being heard by others.

“Take me to meet him.” Ye Chen said to the dean.

After cultivating the god-level medicine refining technique, Ye Chen’s knowledge about medicine refining was already extremely sufficient. He was just a little curious about the Master of Dan Wang Yunhe.

Dean Lin Teng nodded, and then led Ye Chen to a secluded forest.

There was a dilapidated thatched hut in the woods. A weird old man was sitting outside the thatched hut. The old man with disheveled hair and sloppy sloppyness looked at least ninety years old.

“Xue senior.”

Dean Lin Teng gave a respectful cry to the old man.

“Name: Xue Shan.”

“Cultivation talent: mysterious level.”

“Hidden talents: fire talents, refining talents.”

Talent for refining medicine?

Ye Chen was startled secretly, thinking that he still has this talent?

“Do you want to copy?”

Four big characters appeared on his retina.

“copy!”

Ye Chen copied the medicine talent of the old man.

“You, you, who are you?”

A hint of doubt appeared on the old man’s dirty face, and there was a hint of dullness in his eyes.

“Xue senior, don’t pretend, I know, this time I’m doing something.”

After speaking, Dean Lin Teng told Xue Shan the matter.

“I do not understand what you’re saying.”

Xue Shan shook his head.

“Xue senior, it’s true.” Dean Lin Teng’s face showed a touch of helplessness.

Ye Chen naturally saw that Xue Shan was pretending to be stupid, and he could understand that he was framed by his beloved apprentice and fell from a fifth-level pharmacist to a low-level pharmacist overnight, and no one would be able to bear it.

“Dean, you go first.”

Ye Chen said to Dean Lin Teng.

“Okay.” Lin Teng sighed when he heard the words, and then left the place.

“Xue senior, silver needle grass, fennel fruit, nine pattern leaves, purple flame.”

“Cold Leaf Orchid, Golden Needle Flower, Lingzhi Mushrooms, Water Cloud Grass, Purple Flame.”

“Heavenly Cordyceps, Fire Spirit Fruit, Pulled Vermillion Fruit, Earth Center Leaf, Red Flame.”

“Purple Rose, Celestial Flower, Clear Water Leaf, White Spiritual Herbs, Black Flame.”

“…”

Ye Chen told Xue Shan more than a dozen sets of medicinal materials, what color flames should be added, and what Medicine Pill could be refined, he did not say.

“You, you know so much?”

A strange thing appeared on Xue Shan’s dirty face.

“The pharmacist needs flames, and me!”

Ye Chen spread his hands, and four flames of cyan, purple, red, and black appeared in his hands.