Chapter 146 Western Alchemy The Qi that was different from that of the disciples was deep in the corner of the third floor of the Sutra Library. When Jiang Mo came here, Yousha was taking a nap on the wooden table. The oil lamp on the table was burned out. As his footsteps fell, the invisible magic circle on the ground was next moment, Yousha's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly woke up, stretched her waist, relaxed her muscles, and said calmly: "Morning, what can I do for you, sir?" She curled up in the corner, as if this was more suitable for her and gave her an inexplicable sense of security. Jiang Mo walked over and told her the decision he made with Si Chong and Cheng Zhen last night. "From now on, you can call me the head of the sect. You will continue to exist as the guardian of the Trinity Sect." "it is good." Yousha showed a lazy smile and called Jiang Mo to come forward. With her right hand, three transparent cubes appeared out of thin air as if by magic and were placed on the table. "I was in a sleepy state last night, so I only practiced three. Do you want to see them?" Jiang Moluo sat opposite the woman and, according to her instructions, controlled the transparent block to scale it up and down at will, putting in many ancient books and sundries around it, and then taking them out smoothly. The smallest it can shrink to the size of a finger, and the effect is quite good. It is at least on par with the devouring sacs that Jiang Mo knows about. "Thanks for your hard work."
Jiang Mo gently put down the cube, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked directly: "Yousha, what is your alchemy level?" "Let me think about how to give the head of the sect a suitable metaphor to describe him." Yousha rubbed her head with her slender jade hands. For a magic practitioner like her, her mental strength would be exceptionally strong. Every time she woke up from sleep, her brain nerves would feel uncomfortable, which was unbearable and needed some time to relax. This is why she rarely sleeps and is used to using meditation to restore her energy. "If my magic level is that of a mature and stable middle-aged man, then my alchemy is equivalent to that of a manic and reckless young man. It often surprises me, but also occasionally gives me a headache and is in an unstable state." While sorting out the magic books on the desk and the materials for making the healing potion last night, Yousha asked back: "Why, you asked me about alchemy, do you want me to refine an artifact for you?" "Well, I need a batch of magic weapons to distribute to my disciples to enhance their ability to fight against the enemy." Jiang Mo explained his purpose, but he still had some concerns: "I just don't know what the difference is between your Western alchemical creations and Eastern magic tools. Do your creations need magic or spells to activate them?" "You mean the difference?" Yousha's lips curled up slightly as she explained, "Since I came to your country, I have been busy studying magic and have basically not come into contact with knowledge of refining equipment. However, according to your definition, my understanding should be a creation with special abilities?" "Yeah." Jiang Mo motioned for her to continue. "In our place, alchemical creations are divided according to how they are used. Some require spells to activate, some rely on mental control, and of course, some can be used directly. Compared with the first two, the threshold for using them is lower and they are easier to use. They are considered 'ownerless objects'. In theory, whoever gets them can use them at will." There was a hint of reminiscence in Yousha's eyes, and her voice was somewhat gentle, as if she was recalling some good things in the past, and she said: "Theoretically, the risk of alchemy is much higher than failure in practicing magic. I have been in the academy for more than ten years and I can't remember how many times I have failed. So far, I have been able to refine relatively few creations." "Really? Is there any book I can look at?" Yousha took out ten pieces of dark brown parchment from the transparent block on the left and handed them over. "Don't look at them. These are the only ones I can refine, and the success rate is about 80%. The other creations are either too easy and have no unique abilities, or too difficult for me to learn." "." Jiang Mo took the parchment and began to flip through it. The first thing that caught his eye was a book engraved with various star patterns. "The Book of Dynamite?" "Yes, store the explosion magic in advance on special paper made of secret ingredients. The method of use is very simple. Tear off the paper and throw or shoot it. As long as it touches the target or recites a specific word, it will explode."
Yousha clearly remembered the relevant description. After all, this was the first creation she had refined after she became an adult. Although it was very ordinary, it was extremely memorable. Jiang Mo glanced at the data recorded on the parchment and suddenly felt that this creation was more valuable in actual combat than many of the confiscated magic weapons. He murmured: "The production principle of this book of explosives is similar to our talismans." "Yousha, how long does it take you to refine a book of explosives?" "If the materials are sufficient, it will take half a month. If you are unlucky, it will take a month to start over again after a failure." Yousha reveals the unknown secret: "Alchemy is a demanding pursuit of perfection. It is to find a balance point for various unstable things through the alchemist's almost morbid conception, so as to derive the desired things. Therefore, no flaws can be tolerated. Once a flaw exists, it will infinitely magnify the instability of the creation. At the least, it will collapse and fail, and all previous efforts will be wasted. At the worst, it will explode and bring disaster to the person himself." Jiang Mo became more and more interested as he listened. Naturally, similar situations also occurred in the Eastern practice of refining instruments and pills. Furnace explosions often occurred due to improper operation or incorrect combination of materials with different properties. "By the way, logically speaking, alchemical creations are not weak. You have at least some creations over the years, right? Then why didn't you use them when you fought me before?" Jiang Mo suddenly thought of this problem. Yousha is proficient in magic, but she also has a high level of attainment in alchemy. This should be part of her ability. At the critical moment of life and death, there is no reason not to use it. "Most of the abilities of creations were granted by me personally. It's just that the magic exists in the form of objects. It would be more convenient for me to cast the spell myself, but you didn't give me that opportunity." Yousha still has some traumatic memories. During their first fight, Jiang Mo shattered the barrier she had built with all her strength with one punch. If it was an alchemical creation, it would have exploded. "I see." Jiang Mo suddenly realized something. He continued to flip through the parchment. When he saw the new creation, he slowly stopped and his eyes lit up. "Staff of fear." "It also comes with a mental attack that strikes deep into the soul, which can awaken the people and things that the person is most afraid of, forming a looping superposition effect that will persist unless the user actively removes it." Looking at these descriptions, Jiang Mo asked Yousha: "After you succeeded in refining it, how did you use it?" "Hmm? Are you talking about this?" Yousha went closer to check and found that it was the Staff of Fear. After a brief recollection, she explained: "Unlike the Book of Explosives, it requires a specific spell to activate. I'm not familiar with it. I'll have to look it up in the classics later." (End of this chapter)