Published: January 1, 2025
Qin Chen couldn't help but feel a headache. With the Alchemy knowledge passed down by the Venerable of Flame, he could only recognize thirteen types of medicinal herbs. Qin Chen couldn't imagine how other alchemists would pass this assessment.
However, since the other party had set up this assessment here, there must be a method to do so. If only Venerable-level alchemists could pass the assessment in person, that would be too difficult.
Although Qin Chen did not recognize the remaining seven types of medicinal herbs, as an alchemist, he naturally had some research on medicinal materials. Every herb has its own laws and characteristics regarding pharmacology and properties. Therefore, even if he did not recognize most of the herbs, it did not hinder him from judging whether these herbs were toxic.
Moving closer to the herbs, Qin Chen carefully sniffed them. He activated his consciousness and immersed it within, analyzing and perceiving the herbs. Soon, he was able to select a few toxic herbs from among them.
The toxins carried by these herbs were quite subtle. Generally, people could not discern them through mere breath and simple identification. Only alchemists who have dealt with herbs for many years or those who had researched them could possess such ability.
After some effort, Qin Chen selected another two herbs, identifying a total of thirteen toxic materials, but he was still two short of the required fifteen.
However, the remaining herbs could not be easily judged for toxicity through breath or consciousness.
Qin Chen thought for a moment and realized he could only taste them personally to make a judgment based on his own feelings.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He reached out and tore a piece from a colorful bamboo section and placed it on his tongue.
In the next moment, Qin Chen's expression changed, his face suddenly pale. The moment the colorful bamboo was placed on his tongue, it instantly went numb, his vision darkened, and even the Holy Yuan within his body became chaotic.
Pfft! A mouthful of black blood was spat out, and Qin Chen hurriedly expelled the substance.
What the hell?
The toxicity is too fierce.
Qin Chen's heart raced; this was definitely one of the toxic ones.
He sat cross-legged, operating his secret technique, allowing his Holy Yuan to continuously circulate. The Book of Origins surged to counteract the last trace of toxicity left in his body. This toxicity was too strong; even now, Qin Chen felt a hint of palpitations. Just this little bit nearly numbed his tongue; if he had consumed the entire bamboo, it would have poisoned him to death.
After a moment, Qin Chen had refined all the toxicity.
Now, Qin Chen had identified fourteen types of poison, leaving only one remaining, while only four types of herbs were left that he had not yet identified.
Among these four, only one should be toxic.
This made it simple.
Qin Chen smiled slightly; even by elimination, he could find the last toxic herb among these four.
He picked up another spiritual herb, a red one, tore off a small leaf, and placed it in his mouth. As he chewed, a burning flame aura erupted within his body.
Boom! The intense flame aura entered Qin Chen's body.
It was a fire-type spiritual herb.
Qin Chen remained calm and neutralized the fire energy within.
Among all the energies, the fire was the one he feared the least.
"Although it's powerful, it's not poisonous!"
The flames were indeed terrifying, but they weren't toxic.
Having confirmed this, he shifted his gaze to the next herb.
Following the same method, he bit off a piece and placed it in his mouth. A moment later, Qin Chen sat cross-legged, with Holy Yuan swirling around him. This time, the Holy Yuan within him surged violently, giving him the illusion that his body was about to burst.
“What a strong violent power.”
Qin Chen was astonished. This herb seemed ordinary, but its medicinal properties were so terrifying. If completely consumed, even a mid-stage Saint Master would likely burst and die on the spot.