High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 154 - 78 Sage’s Powder_1

Chapter 154: Chapter 78 Sage’s Powder_1

The sun in the sky seemed to finally lose its patience with loneliness, shyly revealing half its face.

Outside the window, the towering shadow of the wall started to show its true form under the thin sunlight, adding a dash of intense color to the monotonous courtyard.

The residence of the Abnormal Organism Research Institute was quite simple, there wasn’t even a properly shaped garden in the courtyard.

Occasionally, a few birds were attracted by the seeds on the lawn, but quickly flew away.

Zheng Qing was in a trance, watching the fleeting silhouette of a Skylark. As dry and monotonous medical terminologies from Doctor Du Zemu flooded his ears, his brain began to buzz. Despite his mind boiling in confusion, he couldn’t comprehend a single phrase said by the doctor.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting beside him, also had a blank face.

However, Doctor Du Zemu took no notice of their perplexity and continued his slow analysis:

"When a human breathes in, the pulse moves twice, when one exhales, the pulse moves twice as well, every respiration cycle has five pulses. That is normal."

"Normal is being illness free."

"When a human breathes in, the pulse moves once, when one exhales, the pulse moves once as well, this is called ’short of breath.’"

"When a human breathes in, the pulse moves thrice, the fast pulse shows signs of fever when hot and when it’s not hot, it’s windy; when the pulse is astringent, it’s arthralgia."

"When a human breathes in, and if the pulse moves more than four times, that signifies death; when pulse breaks and does not arrive, it signals death; being irregular and sporadic also signals death."

"During an elf’s respiration, the pulse could be three or four times, without a certain number. They have deficient qi and their complexion is white; their pulse seems irregular and sporadic, clinging lifelessly. In human terms, this is a pseudo-death."

"A pseudo-death means that the divine spell has not ended."

"Therefore, they are not supposed to die, right?" Zheng Qing asked impatiently.

He breathed a sigh of relief from the depths of his heart, finally hearing a phrase he could understand.

Doctor Du Zemu turned his face and looked at the young Wizard with his sunken eyes, he mocked: "If the divine spell hasn’t ended, they shouldn’t die? What logic is that?! There are millions of people dying unexpectedly in the worlds, how many of them are predestined to die?"

"Logic doesn’t work with Wizards." Zheng Qing curled his lip and muttered quietly.

"What?" Doctor Du Zemu twitched his ears.

"I said, is there any way to save them?" Zheng Qing hurriedly adjusted his tone, complimenting: "If the divine spell isn’t over yet, you must have a way to save them, right?"

At the side, Jiang Yu covered her mouth, chuckling softly.

Doctor Duzem turned his head towards the Witch, looking puzzled.

"Ahem." Jiang Yu immediately straightened up and respectfully asked, "You mentioned earlier that there is a way to extend the life of these creatures for a short time, correct?"

The Doctor nodded dignifiedly: "That’s why I am checking their pulses, I want to see if the potion has any effect."

"And the result?" Zheng Qing asked eagerly.

Doctor Du Zemu lowered his head, without answering his question immediately, he continued to speak of something that seemed irrelevant to Zheng Qing:

"Every dose of elf potion contains the unique ideas and intentions of its creator."

"For instance, females like to use flower petals and leaves in medicine; males often choose jade or rotten wood; married Wizards often add a bit of alcohol to their potions; the elderly like to add dragon blood or ginseng essence."

"Moreover, some neurotic wizards use strange ingredients like ’frost-resistant roses,’ ’three year old unshed plum leaves,’ and ’pupae from conjoined cicadas,’ fretting that someone might decode their secret formula."

"And even those with deep thoughts, who use ’dead man’s pillow,’ ’horse whip blanched in fox urine,’ and ’dust from an old unoccupied house,’ to compound medicine."

"Even if you know these tricky methods, if you don’t know if they boil soup or compound medicine into pills, powder, or tablets, it would all be in vain."

"Bear in mind, although the elf potion is referred to as ’potion,’ it’s not necessarily a potion, no alchemy book states that the medicine must be made into a soup."

"What’s more, with different emotions, intentions, and a twist of change, you can’t probably make exactly identical elf potions."

"Without the original potion, any other revival method will have certain drawbacks... are you aware of all these?"

Zheng Qing nodded silently.

Then, fearing that the doctor did not see his acknowledgment, he spoke out loud: "I know."

Doctor Du Zemu nodded, pondered for a moment, and said: "I have two potions here that can be given to you immediately, and you can choose one."

Zheng Qing looked at Jiang Yu in surprise.

The blush spread on Jiang Yu’s cheeks, apparently, she was quite excited: "Two methods? Which two!"

"One medicine is called Residual Spirit Powder, the other is called Philosopher’s Powder".

"The former is cost-effective, a single dose only costs a single gold bean and can extend the life of an elf by a week. However, this medicine tends to be quickly tolerated, and after three or four doses, the effect becomes negligible."

"The latter is known for its prolonged effect, once taken it can keep it safe for at least half a year. But its cost is somewhat expensive, each dose cost at least one jade coin. Moreover, once the elves have used the Philosopher’s Powder, they develop a certain dependence."

"Philosopher’s powder?" Jiang Yu looked at the doctor doubtfully.

"Yes, what you’re thinking is correct." Doctor Du Zemu rummaged through the desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle.

The bottle seemed to contain a rainbow, the colorful light flickered, causing people to look at it and sink into its allure.

"This is a residue from the furnace left after crafting the Philosopher’s Stone; only the furnace which successfully crafted the Philosopher’s Stone will produce some Philosopher’s Powder." The doctor puffed up his chest proudly: "On the whole Buji Island, no, in the entire Wizarding world, I guess I am the only one who can provide you with a sufficient amount of Philosopher’s Powder."

"Nearly ten Philosopher’s Stones that have been concocted less than three years ago have appeared on wizard markets these years, were you the one who made them?" Jiang Yu’s face turned red, her excitement clearly noticeable.

"Senior wizards disdain to deal with it while many registered wizards are powerless to do it. Capable alchemists are worried about creating this because it could arouse their inner demons, blocking their paths." Doctor Du Zemu gave a bitter smile, he continued shaking his head. His expression somewhat gloomy: "Only someone like me, with no real place, no future, and by coincidence has the secrets, will bother to make such a life-threatening thing."

Both young wizards looked at the doctor uneasily, and for a while, they did not know how to respond.

Doctor Du Zemu changed his tone, subtly brushing over his previous resentment, and tried to speak in a cheerful voice: "The Philosopher’s Stone can prolong the lives of senior wizards; the Philosopher’s Powder can also offer significant support to general registered wizards. Because the amount you need is not large, I can squeeze some out from my daily use, so the price is non-negotiable."

"Since you brought friends, I must reflect enough friendship." The doctor turned his head, looked at Jiang Yu with his dark eye sockets.

Jiang Yu pursed her lips, looking at Zheng Qing uneasily.

Zheng Qing gave a bitter smile.

Even at friendly prices, he could not afford to buy it.

He regretted a bit.

If he hadn’t spent lavishly on purchasing amulets at the Wandering Bar yesterday, he may have been able to exchange some Philosopher’s Powder with his accumulated standard talisman today.

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