The fact that the West River Pill got turned into a pill formula for clearing heat and detoxifying is indeed the most absurd thing ever.

It’s possible for one person to make a mistake, but if two people both make it, then there’s a problem.

While a group of people were still doubting Xiao Yan and Luo Fen, Han Yu instead started suspecting the Artifact Spirit.

"What’s going on?"

Han Yu asked the Artifact Spirit within the Sea of Consciousness.

"I’m not a Pill Master, how should I know?"

The Artifact Spirit replied irritably.

The producer of the pills is Ping; it provides the authority.

In other words, the output of the West River Pill is not directly through its hands, but Ping uses its abilities.

"But it’s a bit too outrageous. Can these medicines really refine into such a pill as the West River Pill?"

Han Yu said in a daze.

"Although I don’t understand pills, I do understand some logic. Why do you think that a few herbs can equal the great cost others pay?"

The Artifact Spirit rolled its eyes and sneered.

The cost of a West River Pill is Qi Fortune or innate Origin. What in this world can replace that?

"In other words, can I think of it like this, that the application isn’t from the pills, but from your and Ping’s abilities, and the pills are just a medium..."

Even as a medium, it’s not accurate, more like a form. Much like trading spirits, after ingestion, it’s judged that you’ve paid, and then you gain.

"There is some truth to that."

The Artifact Spirit quite agreed with Han Yu’s viewpoint, describing it like this was indeed apt.

"Then what does it count as when I occasionally force-feed the pills Ping makes?"

Han Yu was baffled.

The Artifact Spirit snapped its fingers with a smile and said, "Counts as forced buying and selling."

"Don’t you have anything to say?"

Han Yu’s expression was strange; logically, shouldn’t the Artifact Spirit analyze itself for him?

But who knew this guy would confidently say, "Once you finish analyzing, I’ll just accept everything!"

"So you’re clueless yourself, and waiting for me to analyze it for you!" Han Yu looked as though he’d seen a ghost, truly outrageous; being the Artifact Spirit, understanding itself should be better than him.

"I have one more question. If what was just said holds, then if I use your authority, while stripping away from others, do I have any other abilities?"

Han Yu felt this was important for him. If the West River Pill came from the Artifact Spirit’s ability, after obtaining the Artifact Spirit’s ability, could he have his own type of pills?

"It’s worth exploring further. If feasible, wouldn’t we be able to work independently without Ping?"

The Artifact Spirit’s eyes lit up, and its Spirit Body became excited.

If Han Yu could also have the ability to produce pills, then it could work alone with Han Yu.

"You’re dreaming. You need Ping to produce pills. Why do you think I can dispense with Ping?"

Han Yu gave a big eye-roll. Sometimes, the Artifact Spirit could be so naive.

On the other side, the young duo ingesting the pills were nearly squinting with confusion, unable to figure it out even after racking their brains.

"Such heaven-defying pills may not be so easy to decipher."

In Pu Dongying’s group’s view, Han Yu’s pill must be extremely precious, likely using unheard-of divine medicine to achieve such effects.

"Can I try one more?"

Good gracious, the two of them spoke simultaneously, undeterred.

Han Yu had truly never met anyone wanting another after the first.

Shameless!

Unanimously, the group cursed in their hearts.

Getting even one West River Pill was enough to make people envious, yet they wanted another.

"It’s doable, but I’ll only give one."

What stunned the group was that Han Yu actually agreed.

So easygoing?

"Anyway, I want to try it."

Unable to discern anything before ingesting, would it be different after?

Han Yu smiled and took out another pill.

"I’ll just smell it."

Luo Fen took the pill, placed it in his palm, and sniffed, as if it really was something.

But as time passed, Luo Fen’s expression became strange again.

"Impossible!"

It made sense before not being able to determine, but now his mind was filled with information on various spirit medicines, yet this pill made him doubt himself.

"Poria, Ligusticum, Licorice..."

He identified the entire pill by scent, but he couldn’t accept the result!

Isn’t this just a calming qi pill?

"Let me, sniffing around won’t make it any less disgusting for others to eat."

Xiao Yan grabbed it and directly licked the pill, leaving a shiny patch visible.

But Xiao Yan’s situation wasn’t much better. Upon the first lick, he was incredulous, then rotated the pill to lick the other half too.

This peculiar tasting method was indeed bizarre, causing discomfort for onlookers.

"Quite gross."

The Guardian of Bailu City commented with a peculiar expression.

Xiao Yan took a bit longer than Luo Fen but reached almost the same conclusion.

With a distressed face, he asked Han Yu, "Is this a Calming Qi Pill?"

"No, quite the opposite. It’s a pill that causes nervous breakdowns."

Han Yu smiled mysteriously.

Smart Pill: Upon ingestion, the consumer gains a quirky talent; the more absurd the behavior, the faster the cultivation speed, the more bizarre the actions, the stronger the cultivation technique. Side effects: loss of normal cultivation ability.

In other words, eating this pill prevents proper cultivation moving forward.

The consumer’s limit decides unlimited potential in cultivation, but they likely can’t become a decent person.

Xiao Yan, disappointed, handed the pill back, still unable to discern it.

Han Yu wasn’t disappointed; their failure confirmed his suspicion.

Looking at the shiny pill, Han Yu was at a loss where to start; it was full of saliva, making it unappetizing.

"Keep it, you eat it!"

"I don’t want it. The first thing an excellent Medical cultivator does is be proper."

Such improper consumption clearly didn’t align with his self-expectation.

Xiao Yan shook his head.

Now you reject it as improper after licking it like this?

Han Yu helplessly looked at Luo Fen, who refused even more straightforwardly, "I won’t eat someone else’s saliva; that’s even more improper."

A pill others would kill to have seemed improper to the pair.

"Well... I’m not an excellent Medical cultivator."

Suddenly, the silent Pu Dongying spoke, catching everyone’s attention.

His face reddened, but he pushed through, "Actually, I’m quite improper."

Those who knew Pu Dongying found him unbelievably daring.

"It has saliva!"

Xiao Yan mischievously took another lick.

Pu Dongying’s mouth twitched, but soon returned to calm, delivering a forceful retort.

"I’ll just imagine you as my grandson while eating, what’s a bit of saliva then?"

"Do you want to eat?"

Han Yu’s expression turned strange; such self-consoling wasn’t what a proper person would think of.

Pu Dongying eagerly nodded. Within the Medical sect, his talent wasn’t particularly great, achieving Elder status through enduring time.

As a cultivator, at his age, barring accidents, he’d end at Great Perfection, until one day passing away, the sect carving a plaque with his ordinary name, for an ordinary life.

From cultivation to stopping at Divine Gaze, wasn’t it the life of most cultivators, the difference being some died quicker, while others like him died slowly of old age.

"If there’s a chance, why not try."

Pu Dongying, though blushing, spoke confidently.

"Go ahead!"

Now Han Yu admired this guy; few dared risk it all, especially like him.

Taking the pill from Xiao Yan, Pu Dongying swallowed it without wiping the saliva, making Xiao Yan shiver; initially intending to disgust him, it ended up being himself disgusted by the other’s daring.

"The pill’s effect depends on you, understand?"

For once, Han Yu kindly reminded.

Pu Dongying nodded vigorously, pulled out his hairpin, and immediately let his hair down.

While awkwardly managing his hair, he spoke.

"Maybe initially I’ll find it hard to adjust, but with time, I’ll manage."

After speaking, in a twist, his hair had been awkwardly braided into pigtails...