C4 Qi Gazing Technique! the Calamity of Being Killed!!

Merging with the memories of the ancient Pill Sovereign was no small feat, given the vast trove of information they contained. Such a burden of knowledge would be too much for the average person to handle.

Yet Hsiao Rann had earned the Pill Hall's endorsement. Protected by it, the integration of the Pill Sovereign's memories was simply a matter of time.

After three intensive days, Hsiao Rann succeeded in assimilating the Pill Sovereign's memories.

Within those memories, there was scarcely any mention of the Pill Sovereign himself. Instead, they were predominantly focused on his Alchemy Dao practice and the tens of thousands of pill formulas—crucial foundations for anyone pursuing the Alchemy Dao.

Beyond Alchemy, the Pill Sovereign's memories were rich with insights into other disciplines, particularly the Medical Dao.

The Alchemy Dao and the Medical Dao were intrinsically linked. In the realm of the Medical Dao, the Pill Sovereign's expertise was of Grandmaster caliber.

As Hsiao Rann delved into the Pill Sovereign's memories, the first technique he mastered was the Qi Gazing Technique, a cornerstone of the Medical Dao.

The Qi Gazing Technique enabled practitioners to discern whether someone was ill and identify the underlying cause, simply by observation.

This technique was not only a fundamental aspect of ancient Medical Dao cultivation but also held significant importance in Alchemy. Only with the Qi Gazing Technique could one diagnose an illness and craft the appropriate pill to treat it.

Hsiao Rann whispered to himself, "The body is the wellspring, the exterior a reflection. The Qi Gazing Technique is about scrutinizing the outer to understand the inner."

Subsequently, Hsiao Rann fully absorbed both the method of the Qi Gazing Technique and the Pill Sovereign's profound understanding of it, etching them deep into his mind. In a mere three days, he had attained the level of a Master in the Qi Gazing Technique.

The three days flew by, and Hsiao Rann at last reopened his eyes within the Pill Hall. His gaze was initially clouded with bewilderment, but clarity returned shortly after.

The more intimately Hsiao Rann grasped the Pill Sovereign's memories, the more acutely he perceived the enigmatic depths of the Alchemy Dao. In those three days, he had only managed to learn the very basics of the Qi Gazing Technique. Despite the Pill Sovereign's memories aiding him, fully unraveling the complexities of deeper alchemical knowledge remained a formidable challenge.

According to the memories of the Pill Sovereign, regardless of the path one chooses to cultivate, there are seven distinct levels to master.

Yet, the mere handful of advanced pills had already thrilled Hsiao Rann, deepening his yearning for the art of Alchemy. The storied Face Setting Pill, Beauty Nourishing Pill, and the Longevity Pill, reputed to extend one's life by sixty years, were merely a fraction of the myriad formulas the Pill Sovereign had bequeathed.

Despite being able to see the names of these formulas, Hsiao Rann couldn't discern the detailed ingredients required for their creation. This was a deliberate constraint imposed by the Pill Sovereign. Without a certain level of cultivation, Hsiao Rann wouldn't grasp the true nature of these formulas. He understood this to be a form of protection from the Pill Sovereign.

Nevertheless, if Hsiao Rann wished to master a pill formula, he had no choice but to pursue the path of Alchemy.

The Pill Sovereign had thoughtfully left behind a legacy of Alchemy cultivation, starting with the Vitality Nurturing Pill. Hsiao Rann could refine this basic pill with just an ordinary flame, no advanced cultivation necessary.

This pill didn't even rank on the scale of potency. Yet, consuming it would spark a sliver of Vital Energy within Hsiao Rann, marking his true beginning as a cultivator.

"Vitality Nurturing Pill."

Hsiao Rann had committed the formula to memory, but the sources of the ingredients remained a mystery to him.

"The first step is always the hardest. It looks like I'll have my work cut out for me just tracking down these seventeen medicinal ingredients."

Knowing that pill refinement was not a process to be hurried, Hsiao Rann set this task aside to ponder his next move—how to exit this place. His arrival at the Pill Hall was the work of the Daoist boy, but finding a way out presented a new challenge, as he was now the sole occupant.

Suddenly, the Pill Hall doors flung open. Beyond lay darkness, and a formidable suction force emerged. Hsiao Rann had no time to brace himself before he was whisked away into the void.

Hsiao Rann felt as though he was weaving through a tunnel, enveloped in darkness. But within moments, a sense of relief washed over him as the constricting pressure vanished without a trace.

He was out!

Eagerly, Hsiao Rann's eyes snapped open to a stark white ceiling. Simultaneously, the acrid scent of antiseptic invaded his nostrils, an unwelcome assault on his senses.

That distinctive odor clued Hsiao Rann in—he was in a hospital.

Running his hand over the pristine bedsheet, it dawned on him: it was his soul that had journeyed to the Pill Hall, not his body. All the while, his physical form had remained here, in the hospital.

It's common to question the reality of a dream upon waking, and Hsiao Rann, lying in the hospital bed, was no exception. Yet, the familiar essence of the Pill Hall coursing through him brought a wave of reassurance.

His recent experiences were indeed genuine!

With a silent murmur, Hsiao Rann revisited the formula for the Vitality Nurturing Pill, his heart swelling with joy.

But amidst his private celebration, a series of rapid footsteps approached, accompanied by a voice laced with frustration.

"Head nurse, isn't this taking too long?"

"Three days have passed, and you've yet to diagnose his condition."

"Come on, don't say you need the patient to wake up to pinpoint the problem. Can you at least tell me when he's expected to regain consciousness?"

Typically, Hsiao Rann would involuntarily scowl at the sight of someone badgering hospital staff. But this time, the sound of that voice coaxed a smile onto his face.

It was a voice Hsiao Rann knew all too well—the speaker was none other than his lifelong friend, Hu Chuan.

Hsiao Rann and Hu Chuan came from worlds apart.

An orphan, Hsiao Rann had known nothing but poverty. Hu Chuan, however, was the epitome of affluence, a second-generation heir to a multimillion-dollar enterprise. To some, such wealth might seem inconsequential, but to Hsiao Rann, Hu Chuan's father was the wealthiest man he'd ever encountered.

Hsiao Rann and Hu Chuan's friendship was a twist of fate. They had been classmates from elementary school all the way through university. Over a decade, destiny had bound them tightly together. Despite their vastly different family backgrounds, it was no surprise that they became best friends.

Now, with Hu Chuan's arrival, Hsiao Rann was even more convinced that it was Hu Chuan who had brought him to the hospital.

As Hsiao Rann reminisced about past events with Hu Chuan, he overheard someone complain, "This hospital's efficiency is abysmal!" At that moment, the ward door swung open, and there stood Hu Chuan.

Standing at just 1.7 meters and tipping the scales at over 100 kilograms, Hu Chuan was undeniably portly. Yet, he wasn't muscular. Despite his chubby cheeks and small eyes, he exuded a certain charm.

Hu Chuan lumbered into the ward, grumbling to himself, "Here I am, the Eldest Young Master, keeping Hsiao Rann company, and not a single beautiful nurse in sight!"

Hsiao Rann was staying in a double room. Hu Chuan made his way to the vacant bed, planning to take a breather. But as his gaze inadvertently swept over Hsiao Rann's bed, his eyes widened in shock, "You're finally awake!"

He hurried to Hsiao Rann's bedside, his initial joy quickly morphing into mock annoyance. "You've been asleep for three whole days! Do you have any idea how much weight I've lost worrying about you?"

Hsiao Rann, observing Hu Chuan's dramatics and his sizable frame, couldn't help but chuckle. "You lost weight? Somehow, you look even plumper to me."

At Hsiao Rann's jest, Hu Chuan tensed up. He straightened and patted himself down anxiously, "Have I really gained weight? Don't frighten me. My dad warned that if I put on any more pounds, he'll cut my allowance. I've already spent half a month's allowance on you, which meant cutting back on meat. If I'm still gaining weight after that, I might as well give up!"

Watching Hu Chuan tremble with nerves, Hsiao Rann couldn't contain his laughter any longer and burst out laughing.

It was then that Hu Chuan realized he'd been duped once more.

Fuming, Hu Chuan instinctively moved to charge at Hsiao Rann and throw a couple of punches. But in that instant, something seemed to dawn on him, and his expression shifted dramatically. Narrowing his eyes, he took on a sleazy demeanor.

Creeping up to Hsiao Rann, he sneered slyly, "I heard you got hurt and knocked out because you played the hero for some damsel. So, the heavens smote you with a meteor, huh? Is that it?"

"Exactly," Hsiao Rann confirmed.

Hsiao Rann knew Hu Chuan all too well. As soon as he saw the change in Hu Chuan's expression, he anticipated what was coming and promptly masked his own amusement.

He then added, "But it wasn't a meteor, it was an incredible opportunity. Over the past three days, I've learned to discern if someone is ill and to predict their destiny just by looking at them!"

Hu Chuan, initially taking Hsiao Rann at his word, paused, stunned. But after mulling it over, he burst into hysterical laughter. "Stop pulling my leg! Why concoct such a tale? It's utterly preposterous!"

Yet, as Hu Chuan cackled with self-assured glee, convinced he had seen through Hsiao Rann's ruse, he was oblivious to the gravity that had settled over Hsiao Rann's face.

As Hsiao Rann spoke, he had employed the newly acquired Qi Gazing Technique. To his surprise, he detected a hint of something amiss on Hu Chuan's face.

Drawing upon the Pill Sovereign's memories, Hsiao Rann expressed his concern, "Chuan, cut the laughter. In the coming days, you're bound to face some misfortune. If I'm not mistaken, you could be in grave danger."