My Silly, Sweet Wife

After spending a full two days, Ye Guichen and Mo Changsheng arrived at Penglai Pavilion.

Then, they found a private yacht and sailed directly to Penglai Island.

Ye Guichen had always known Penglai as the legendary Immortal Land, often open to the public, but he didn’t expect the true Penglai Immortal Island to be more than a hundred miles deeper into the east, hidden in the vast ocean.

If he were to search slowly on his own, he might not find it even in three years.

Upon reaching the island, the sea fog completely dispersed.

The spiritual energy here was also exceptionally abundant, similar to that in Xianju Mountain, and the architecture was relatively ancient.

As Mo Changsheng walked alongside, he enthusiastically introduced to Ye Guichen, ”Mr. Ye, although Penglai Island doesn’t cover a large area, it’s about a hundred kilometers in total, but we have around three thousand inhabitants here, including some ordinary people who serve the alchemists. Living here is quite comfortable.”

As they walked along, many people greeted Mo Changsheng, but their eyes towards Ye Guichen seemed somewhat peculiar.

”Hey, isn’t Elder Mo supposed to be bringing an Alchemy Master? Why did he bring a young person?”

”That young person can’t be the Alchemy Master, can he?”

”What a joke, even if someone is a genius, wanting to concoct a fourth-grade pill, how could it be possible without being over seventy years old?”

”Yes, even within the hidden sects’ Dan Sect, there’s no alchemist with such talent.”

”Do you think our Penglai Pill Sect can win this time? Sigh, we haven’t had any truly joyous events for a long time here.”

Although the voices of discussion were small, they were still clearly heard by Ye Guichen.

Most people felt that Ye Guichen was not some Alchemy Master.

Because his age was apparent.

After all, the path of alchemy is different from cultivation.

Alchemy requires not only talent but also the accumulation of experience.

No matter how talented a genius is, without experience, it’s just empty talk.

In fact, for most Alchemy Masters, the process of growth is one of continuous trial and error.

Being able to successfully concoct a high-grade pill once in a lifetime likely involves wasting countless materials and producing many furnaces of duds before succeeding even once.

Yet often, once one can successfully concoct a high-grade pill even once, they can ascend to the ranks of high-level alchemists, enjoying endless wealth and becoming desirable allies for many major sects and families.

For alchemists, cultivation is not important; what truly matters is the ability to concoct high-grade pills.

”Heh, how shortsighted they are to doubt your ability?” Mo Changsheng naturally heard the surrounding discussions and scoffed, ”Mr. Ye, don’t mind them. I’ll take you to see the Sect Leader now. When the competition comes, we’ll make a stunning impression!”

Mo Changsheng led Ye Guichen towards the Sect Leader’s residence.

The developed area of Penglai Island occupies just one-tenth of the entire large island; even to gather herbs in undeveloped areas, one must obtain approval from the respective elders.

Yet even so, the herbal resources on Penglai Island are not abundant.

Mo Changsheng and Ye Guichen arrived at the Sect Leader’s residence and knocked on the door, saying, ”Sect Leader, I’m back.”

Ye Guichen looked up at what was called a residence, which appeared more like a tower-like structure. Although it had only five floors, a strong herbal fragrance emanated from within.

”Heh, Mr. Ye, the Sect Leader is also a pill fanatic. When he has nothing to do, he stays in the pill room. Ever since I brought back that fourth-grade pill, he’s been researching its concoction method,” Mo Changsheng explained while knocking on the door twice more.

Finally, a slightly weary voice came from inside, ”Who is it?”

”Sect Leader, it’s me, Mo Changsheng.”

”Creak!”

The door opened.

A lean old man appeared in front of Ye Guichen.

The old man seemed about the same age as Mo Changsheng, but with heavier eyes, he glanced at Mo Changsheng before quickly shifting his gaze to Ye Guichen, ”Didn’t I ask you to find a master? Who is this disciple you’ve brought along, and why?”

It was apparent that the Sect Leader also mistook Ye Guichen for a disciple of the sect.

Mo Changsheng had previously mentioned Ye Guichen as a master but did not disclose his age, and upon hearing, quickly introduced, ”Sect Leader Ye, this is the master I mentioned! He also has the surname Ye, just like you. Who knows, maybe eight hundred years ago, you were from the same family.”

”Huh? Him?” Sect Leader Ye was clearly taken aback, but he didn’t waste much time and immediately pulled Ye Guichen inside, ”Alright, alright, since you’re a master, tell me why I keep failing to concoct this Nourishing God Pill.”

Ye Guichen was dragged into the pill room.

The pill room looked extremely cluttered, with piles upon piles of herbs stacked on one side.

In the center was a large cauldron.

Flames burned beneath the cauldron, yet a charred smell emanated from within.

”Look here, Xumi Grass, Tri-Leaf Flower, Century Fish Scales, Chenpi Qi...”

Sect Leader Ye listed the materials required for the pill, even detailing the quantities, then presented a handful of blackened pills to Ye Guichen, ”But, look, whether it’s the quantities or the medicinal amounts, there shouldn’t be a mistake. Yet, after ten whole furnaces, why can’t I successfully concoct it?”

Ye Guichen was at a loss for words.

This Sect Leader Ye truly seemed to be a pill fanatic.

”In fact, concocting this Nourishing God Pill isn’t difficult, but the humidity here is too high!” Ye Guichen said.

”Humidity too high?” Sect Leader Ye seemed to hear something implausible, ”Young man, I’ve been concocting pills for decades and have never heard of humidity affecting alchemy.”

Ye Guichen explained, ”Sect Leader Ye, to be honest, although I haven’t been in alchemy for long, it’s connected to the medical arts. When treating a patient, there is a need to examine, question, and then clarify the living environment. As the saying goes, one region nurtures its people. In the north, due to the dry climate, people’s skin tends to be rough, even for women. But in the south, where the climate is humid, most people appear more delicate, especially women, with finer skin.”

”This is precisely why, to my view, pills are a form of life. If you want to successfully concoct a pill, besides paying attention to the medicinal ingredients and timing, environment is crucial as well. Take the Nourishing God Pill, for instance; since it’s classified as a fourth-grade pill, it must have its peculiarities.”

”The primary effect of the Nourishing God Pill is to nurture the soul. While many people doubt the existence of souls, reaching a certain level of cultivation makes the existence of the soul inevitable. For ordinary people, the Nourishing God Pill may seem nonsensical, but for a Qi Refiner, if fortunate enough to consume the pill, one’s spiritual senses would become more acute, becoming generally more intelligent, and enhancing the ability to comprehend during cultivation.”

”Therefore, this Nourishing God Pill is akin to a girl raised in a wealthy family, needing tender care and attention. Beyond the basics of alchemy, the environment must also be suitable. And here on Penglai Island, surrounded by the sea, the humidity is definitely too high, which indeed affects the concoction of the Nourishing God Pill.”

After Ye Guichen finished speaking, he noticed the entire pill room fell into complete silence.