"Learned everything?" For the first time, a shadow of displeasure crossed Zhong Sanyi's face. "Organ Potion Theory is unlike other branches of potion study; it divides itself by specific organs. It is arguably the most complex discipline within potion mastery. Only a true Organ Potion Master can comprehensively study and research the whole field. Even advanced Organ Potion Specialists are considered exceptional if they master two or three organs."

"Without achieving Master status, how can one truly grasp the medicinal properties of an entire lineage of study? Let alone research and develop new potions?"

"Developing new potions is also a crucial hallmark of becoming a Potion Master."

"I've learned a bit of everything."

Hearing Mi Qianjin's earnest voice, a faint unease arose in Zhong Sanyi’s heart. Who on earth taught this pharmacist? Such exceptional talent. Couldn't they instruct him properly? His foundation in mixing potions is excellent, but before achieving Potion Master status, how could one teach him the entirety of potion knowledge?

"Is that so?" Zhong Sanyi patiently observed Mi Qianjin. "Then tell me, what potions can you mix? What is your level of understanding regarding the potions..."

"A few days ago, I successfully mixed the Six Viscera Potion," Qianjin scratched his head. "It involves the juice of Silver Sap Fire Bullet Grass, the fruit of Pear Intestine Flower, and..."

The patience on Zhong Sanyi's face began to contort. That potion is called the Six Viscera Potion? Apparently, I was missing the grass juice from Slippery Stomach Grass... I hadn't managed to mix it yet, and he beat me to it? I was just thinking of taking him as an apprentice? No! I need to test him again!

"Then do you know the Mighty Courage Potion?"

Qianjin shook his head blankly. He had only heard of the Courage Sculpting Potion from Teacher Adams. The Mighty Courage Potion seemed to be one reserved only for Potion Masters.

A gleam of triumph surfaced on Zhong Sanyi's twisted features. It seemed the boy was merely lucky, able to mix that one specific potion. "Let me tell you the method for mixing this potion. First, you must use Stone Grinding Gallbladder, Black and Yellow Grass Root, and..."

Qianjin's brow began to knit as he listened. Isn't this exactly what Teacher Adams called the Courage Sculpting Potion? Wait! It shouldn't use Black Snake Grass; using White Sheep Grass would yield better medicinal effects!

"Master..." Qianjin tried speaking softly, "What if we substitute White Sheep Grass for the Black Snake Grass..."

"White Sheep Grass?" Zhong Sanyi paused, falling into deep thought. A sliver of mixed apprehension and joy slowly ascended between his brows. Right! Using White Sheep Grass would clearly result in a much better effect! How did I not realize this? This is... wait! This kid... Zhong Sanyi looked Qianjin up and down. How does this child know everything? And judging by his expression, it seems he's known for a long time? Could his master perhaps be a Potion Master himself? And specifically in the organ discipline? But such a person should be famous; how have I never heard of them?

Zhong Sanyi secretly congratulated himself for not offering to take him as an apprentice sooner; he would have truly lost face. "You really have studied quite a bit," Zhong Sanyi said, taking Qianjin’s hand and leading him toward the door. He paid no heed to the others, his mind filled with curiosity, eager to see if the many puzzles he held could be solved through Qianjin. "Let's go chat at my place."

Pan Hongji, watching from the side, sighed repeatedly. Judging by the reaction of this Potion Master Zhong Sanyi, he knew that Qianjin's ability in potions was far beyond the ordinary. The imposing air of condescendingly taking an apprentice had instantly shifted to a peer-to-peer discussion after just two questions... He truly hoped the master wouldn't turn around and announce he wanted to become Qianjin's student instead of accepting the position of Guest Elder to the Pan family. This sudden, yet quickly concluded, potion competition ended with a result completely unexpected by everyone. Silas Ross's potion room fell into profound silence. After staring at each other blankly for a moment, the crowd dispersed. Pan Hongji turned his attention to Duan Feng Bu’er and the others. "Are you interested in having a talk with me?" Lucifer Liushui immediately nodded in agreement. Gaining more intelligence on the high-ranking generals of the Zhence Dynasty would be extremely beneficial for the future conquest of the entire dynasty.

Fen Tu Kuangge silently agreed with a nod. The family always praised Pan Hongji for possessing strategic talent; chatting with him would surely benefit the improvement of his own warriors. Pan Hongxuan watched Duan Feng Bu’er and the others follow Pan Hongji away, letting out a soft sigh before leaving the now-empty room. So many astonishing events had occurred at the Pan family estate today; he urgently needed a quiet place to calm down! This Qianjin was like a miracle worker, creating one miracle after another in an extremely short period.

Qianjin arrived at Zhong Sanyi's sprawling research laboratory and, for the first time, experienced what it meant to have an elderly person with an overwhelming thirst for knowledge. He had intended to learn something from this Potion Master, but unexpectedly, the next two full days passed—day and night—with no time for sleep! Qianjin's eyes were bloodshot, constantly explaining various potion-related issues to Zhong Sanyi. The white-haired elder's spirit grew stronger and better.

Finally, Qianjin had to resort to brewing a dose of sleeping potion under the guise of making tea just to get the overly excited old man to drift off. "Sigh... it's not that I can't keep up," Qianjin slowly turned his stiff body, looking at Zhong Sanyi who was slumped asleep over the table. "I was worried that your elderly body would become too excited, overexerting itself, and you might work yourself to death without realizing it. That would be troublesome. I couldn't afford to lose the Pan family a Potion Master."

"Hmph!" As Qianjin stepped out of the room, he looked back at the sleeping Zhong Sanyi and muttered softly, "Although this Potion Master's standards are... somewhat lacking..."

Qianjin walked out into the courtyard. Far away, three young disciples of the Pan family were walking side by side. Suddenly, the three quickened their pace and hurried toward Qianjin. What is this? Qianjin was slightly startled. What were they doing? There was no fighting intent or killing aura emanating from them.

"Greetings, Master Qian,"

The faces of the three young Pan family disciples were etched with extremely pious and polite smiles, their eyes even flashing with reverence and gratitude. They bent over ninety degrees and bowed deeply.

"What is this?" Qianjin was genuinely startled by these three young men. He didn't know them—why such elaborate etiquette?

From the alley to the left of the courtyard gate, two young warriors also approached. Even from a distance, Qianjin noticed that the two young warriors, moments ago calm, suddenly erupted with four bursts of excited light. That excited light was like that of a wild wolf, starved for three days, suddenly spotting a plump, delicious rabbit in the darkness.

"Master Qian! Hello!"

The two young warriors rushed before Qianjin, immediately bending at the waist in respect, their attitude even more solemn than the first two.

Qianjin blinked, still reeling from the first two encounters, when he suddenly sensed an excited light emanating from the alley on his right side.

More? Qianjin raised a hand to stop the approaching young man's bow. "Stop bowing for now. Tell me what's going on?" The young men exchanged confused glances. Some individuals' bodies began to tremble slightly, exuding waves of surging battle qi...

It was the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Battle Body, carrying that wild aura.

A warrior who had awakened the power of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline! Qianjin blinked, looking at the seven people before him—there was actually one who had awakened the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline power! However, judging by his age, he probably didn't awaken it on the altar; he seemed a bit old for that stage.

"It seems you drank the potion. Congratulations. You got lucky..." Qianjin's spirits lifted. It appeared this person had consumed one of the hundred bottles of potion left by Chickfort in the Battle Realm.

The other six young warriors all stared with looks of desperate longing, like unweaned wolf cubs eyeing a nursing mother, pitiful gazes swirling in their pupils. "None of you had the chance to drink one?" Qianjin smiled. Chickfort only had one hundred bottles. Distributing them throughout the massive Pan family would likely be...

"Master Qian, you are finally out!"

Pan Hongxuan's enthusiastic voice nearly echoed across the entire Pan family territory. Qianjin shivered. This foremost Elder of the Pan family was truly enthusiastic today! So much more enthusiastic than when he last met him!

The several young men stared dazedly at Pan Hongxuan. This foremost Elder, who usually walked at a measured pace even when facing the contemporary Great Demon King of the Demon Race with a blade at his throat, seemed to have wind beneath his feet today, moving with the speed of a shooting star as he strode toward Qianjin.

"Come, come, everyone is waiting for you." Pan Hongxuan grabbed Qianjin's arm, and in the stunned gaze of the crowd, they vanished at the street corner.

The young men slowly turned their heads, seeing the same question reflected in each other's eyes.

Was this really the Great Elder who usually just grunted at everyone, even those he had dueled? No wonder the family sent out notices everywhere instructing everyone to address Qianjin as Master Qian. Not only did the Great Elder address him as Master Qian, but the enthusiasm he displayed was absolutely the most fervent Pan Hongxuan had shown since becoming Great Elder.

Qianjin arrived at the main hall. On the way, he saw countless members of the Pan family, their eyes looking as if they had seen a ghost. In the spacious hall this time, standing were not only the people Qianjin knew, like Duan Feng Bu’er, but also about ten elders dressed in the same style of clothing as Pan Hongxuan.

Qianjin surveyed everyone in the hall, offering gentle smiles and frequent nods. He thought to himself that perhaps all the true decision-makers and powerful elders of the Pan family were gathered here. Pan Hongji sat in the Family Head's seat and raised a hand, motioning for Qianjin to take the seat of the guest of honor.

Qianjin slowly sat down, feeling the well-intentioned, or sometimes rather naked, wolf-like gazes cast by the surrounding elders. He once again deeply felt the power associated with the mysterious potion's reputation, and how highly the members of a bloodline warrior family valued the awakening of bloodline power. Skinny Cat is mighty.

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