C43 Dragon Tiger Pill

"Eldest senior brother, what kind of pill are you attempting to refine? You've actually blown up the Pill Refining Room. It looks incredibly dangerous," Qin Meimei said, eyeing the Pill Refining Room that was still billowing black smoke with concern.

Meng Fazhen, Qin Meimei's eldest senior brother and a prominent disciple of the Inner Sect, had only an average talent for alchemy. Five years earlier, he had discovered a scarce pill recipe in the Prescription Collection Pavilion that detailed the creation of a High Grade Dragon Tiger Pill. Regrettably, this long-lost pill recipe was notoriously difficult to master, and despite five years of persistent effort, Meng Fazhen had met with nothing but failure.

"My own brother has been frail since childhood, and his legs are paralyzed. Our master once mentioned that the Dragon Tiger Pill is the only remedy that could heal my brother's legs. Sadly, this High Grade Pill has been lost to time, and the incomplete recipe only compounds the difficulty of its creation," Meng Fazhen said with a heavy sigh, his expression etched with disappointment.

It was only then that Wang Shan realized Meng Fazhen's alchemical pursuits were driven by a desire to heal his brother. Without the correct recipe, Meng Fazhen's continued attempts could very well cost him his life.

"Dragon Tiger Pill?" Wang Shan mused aloud. At the mention of the name, the lost knowledge from the Pill Prescription Collection surged in his mind, revealing the precise recipes, ingredients, and methods for the Dragon Tiger Pill.

"I invited you here today to challenge my eldest senior brother, but surely you're not claiming to know how to produce the Dragon Tiger Pill?" Qin Meimei asked skeptically.

After all, even Qin Weiqiang, a skilled alchemist, had failed to refine it. Qin Meimei couldn't fathom how Wang Shan could succeed where others had not.

Yet, Wang Shan's response was one of serene confidence. "There's no need for a competition. I can indeed cultivate the Dragon Tiger Pill."

Meng Fazhen and Qin Meimei were taken aback, their gazes fixed on Wang Shan. They had believed in his capabilities, but this claim seemed far-fetched. The Dragon Tiger Pill was a relic of the past, its recipe incomplete. How could he possibly succeed in refining it?

Wang Shan turned to Meng Fazhen and Qin Meimei, asking, "What's in it for me if I manage to refine a successful Dragon Tiger Pill?"

Unsure whether Wang Shan was serious, Meng Fazhen, knowing the Dragon Tiger Pill could heal his brother's legs, responded, "If you can truly refine the Dragon Tiger Pill, I'll buy it from you for 1 million yuan."

For Meng Fazhen, 1 million yuan represented his entire savings over the last five years. Determined to save his brother, he was ready to spend it all.

"Eldest senior brother, that's all the money you have," Qin Meimei said, her respect for him evident.

"A lost pill like that is worth more than a million," Wang Shan replied coolly.

"You're despicable!" Qin Meimei couldn't hide her contempt for Wang Shan's attitude.

But Meng Fazhen cut her off, "The Dragon Tiger Pill truly is a lost pill. If you can actually refine it, I'll find a way to come up with 1.8 million for you. That's the most I can manage. Even if you ask for more, I simply don't have it."

Meng Fazhen was being honest. His efforts over the past five years to refine the Dragon Tiger Pill had already cost him hundreds of thousands.

"Alright, it's a deal. I'll need to use your Medicinal Herbs and Pill Refining Room," Wang Shan declared.

After a moment's hesitation, Qin Meimei gave a nod of approval. The possibility of Wang Shan successfully refining the Dragon Tiger Pill outweighed her doubts.

Wang Shan then collected all the necessary materials from the herb storage and secluded himself in the Pill Refining Room, forbidding anyone from coming near.

Outside, Meng Fazhen and Qin Meimei watched the silent Pill Refining Room with growing anxiety.

"There's no complete prescription for the Dragon Tiger Pill, and its refinement is notoriously difficult, with a failure rate of 99%. Can he really pull it off?" Meng Fazhen was skeptical about Wang Shan's chances, but his desperation to heal his brother compelled him to let Wang Shan attempt it.

"I don't know," Qin Meimei admitted, her brows furrowed with concern. "Even my father couldn't refine the Dragon Tiger Pill. If Wang Shan succeeds, he must be truly exceptional."