He took out a small white bead from his bosom and placed it in the palm of his hand. Then he closed his eyes, and his spiritual power quickly gathered under his mental command. "Free space, please heed my call and expand!" It was the first time he used the summoning spell, and Murin Tristan felt extremely awkward. The words were very hard to pronounce. However, the effectiveness of the spell was beyond doubt. After Murin Tristan finished chanting the spell, with a soft "pop," the small bead actually turned into a semi - meter - long transparent cubic spatial container.
That small white bead was a storage bead made by spatial warlocks of a special profession. It could greatly shrink items that were originally too large to carry and seal them inside. After chanting the spatial summoning spell, the items in the storage bead would return to their original form. It was said that a grandmaster - level spatial warlock could make a storage bead that could hold a small house. Since everyone could use it, the storage bead had become a must - have item for everyone on the Divine Wind Continent. Unfortunately, the weight of the item did not decrease with the reduction of its volume; instead, its density increased.
He took out a medicine cauldron from the expanded storage bead. The cauldron was five inches wide and seven inches long. The temperature here was much lower than at the foot of the mountain. After his sweat dried, the chill began to invade. Murin Tristan shivered and took out a set of animal - fur clothes from the storage bead and put them on. It was Sean who was smart and reminded him to bring an extra set of thick clothes. Otherwise, he would have to endure the cold.
He put all the medicinal herbs into the cauldron one by one and covered it. Then Murin Tristan sat cross - legged and used a spell to establish a contract. In this way, the situation inside the cauldron during the alchemy process could be transmitted to his mind on its own, and he could control the size of the fire with his thoughts.
The medicine cauldron had been filled with a certain amount of fire elements by a fire - type mage when it was sold, so there was no need to use firewood, which was rather primitive. Moreover, various elements such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth required for the medicinal herbs were all stored in the cauldron. Once the contract was established, they could be controlled by the alchemist's thoughts. Except for the herbal medicines, no additional auxiliary materials were needed.
Each type of elemental spell was divided into three categories: attack, auxiliary, and defense. Murin Tristan used one of the auxiliary spells: "Passionate fire - type elves, gather around me. Please allow me to borrow your power for a while and be my capable arms!"
With a soft "bang," a small cluster of red flames suddenly appeared under the cauldron. Then, like a lake hit by a pebble, it slowly spread and burned brightly. It was his first time making pills, and Murin Tristan couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He carefully controlled the size of the fire and raised his spiritual power to the maximum. The situation in the medicine cauldron was reflected in his mind without the slightest omission. Murin Tristan simply closed his eyes because when making pills, it was not about "seeing," but more importantly, sensing with all his heart. This complex method was undoubtedly much more advanced than the simple alchemy techniques on Earth.
The so - called micro - perception was first manifested in the alchemist's fine control of the elements obtained through the contract, including the size of the furnace fire and the proportion of water, wood, and other elements incorporated into the pills. It should be known that alchemy was an extremely precise matter. Even the slightest deviation in the fire temperature or the elemental proportion would lead to failure.
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Another manifestation of micro - perception was the micro - perception of the medicinal herbs in the cauldron. The stronger a person's micro - perception was, the clearer and more detailed the situation of the furnace cauldron would be reflected in the brain during alchemy. For a grandmaster - level alchemist, even when using hundreds of herbal medicines for alchemy, they could keep track of the fire temperature and the elemental fusion degree of each herb at all times. That was an extremely high realm.
After experiencing the work process of an alchemist, Murin Tristan had to admit that one really needed natural talent to be competent in various professions. Micro - perception was not something that could be learned through simple study. For example, it was as useless as asking someone to learn a dog's sense of smell, no matter how hard they tried.
Red, yellow, blue, green, yellow, white... The color of the flame kept changing repeatedly, and the temperature rose and fell. Finally, with a "whoosh," the flame receded quickly like the ebbing tide and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Murin Tristan opened his eyes.
With a nervous heart, he lifted the lid of the cauldron. A burst of fragrance immediately wafted into his nose. Murin Tristan was overjoyed because he had heard Morian say that the fragrance was a sign of successful alchemy.
He turned the cauldron upside down, and more than a dozen fiery - red pills rolled down into his palm. However, what made Murin Tristan laugh and cry was that their shapes were really irregular. Most of them were uneven, and one flat - shaped pill was relatively more pleasing to the eye. Generally speaking, the rounder and smoother the pill was, the better its quality. He had succeeded, but unfortunately, the quality was a bit disappointing. There was also one pill that had cracked, and the fragments were gray - black, which was a failed product.
Overall, Murin Tristan was very satisfied with such a result for his first attempt at alchemy. Most novice alchemists had to fail dozens of times before they could successfully make their first batch of pills. Morian said he was a genius, and it seemed that was really the case! Murin Tristan held the pile of restoration pills that looked uglier than bird droppings, and a sense of accomplishment welled up in him. He was so proud and excited that he almost wanted to dance with joy.
After indulging in self - admiration for a while, Murin Tristan put the restoration pills in his hand into another storage bead. He looked at his watch and was surprised to find that nearly half an hour had passed. The whole process had felt like only one or two minutes. He couldn't believe that time passed so quickly when he was fully engaged.
"Ha, I'll take them back and show them to Lisa and the others." As soon as Murin Tristan thought of having a chance to show off, he couldn't wait to go back. However, when he stood up, he suddenly saw a small grass wrapped around a tree ten meters ahead.
Unlike most plants that grew upwards, this small grass grew in a coiling manner, like a vine. However, it was much shorter than a vine, only about a foot long. Its stem was as thick as a thumb, and there were red fine lines like a net all over it, resembling snake scales. There were no leaves on the stem at all, and it looked very smooth. At the top, there was a small green triangular fruit standing proudly. The whole plant looked exactly like a small green snake coiled on a tree, raising its head and spitting out its forked tongue.
Its unique appearance made Murin Tristan recognize it at a glance - it was a Snake Saliva Fruit. Many people would mistake it for a vine, but it was indeed a grass - type plant. It was just special. Since it had no leaves, it could only extend its roots into the tree to obtain nutrients and survive. It belonged to a parasitic plant.
Murin Tristan's knowledge of the Snake Saliva Fruit did not come from the knowledge of medicinal herbs given to him by the Divine Wind Continent, nor from the old guy's earnest teachings in class. Instead, he had once used the Snake Saliva Fruit to make a special medicine - a powerful aphrodisiac called "Nuns Gone Wild".