Eternal Life Starts from Tai Chi-Chapter 36: What is This?

During the eight days of Pharmacist training, Yang Chan was able to gain something from the lessons given by the three Intermediate Pharmacists. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. From the remaining five Basic Level Pharmacists, however, he learned nothing at all.

Yang Chan already knew everything these Basic Level Pharmacists explained. In fact, his understanding was even more detailed and comprehensive than theirs.

Yet these Basic Level Pharmacists were already considered the cream of the crop within the Cyan Yuan Sect.

’The panel is truly powerful.’

’Potential Points are so useful.’

’Hard work really does pay off.’

These three thoughts surfaced in Yang Chan’s mind, making him realize just how formidable his Tier Two Entry level as a Pharmacist truly was.

Within the Cyan Yuan Sect, he could be considered a decent Basic Level Pharmacist. His knowledge and understanding, in particular, far surpassed those of an average Pharmacist.

He might still need to work harder on practical skills like compounding and alchemy, but he had many options. He could either spend time to master them or use Potential Points to cover the gap.

For Yang Chan, the eight days of Pharmacist training were easy, but for the other Pharmacist’s Assistants, it was pure agony. There was simply too much to memorize and too many skills to master.

The thing about knowledge is, the more you learn, the more you realize how little you know.

This was why so many Pharmacist’s Assistants wore pained expressions after the training was over.

They even wore a "What *is* this?" expression. (Excellent readers will insert their own meme here.)

Actually, this was the Pharmacists’ goal. Only by realizing how little knowledge they truly possessed could they be considered to have learned anything.

It also helped these Pharmacist’s Assistants see the path forward and the skills they needed to master, thus increasing their chances of becoming true Pharmacists.

Although the Cyan Yuan Sect was at war with the Three Major Sects, it never stopped nurturing its disciples. This showed they were planning for the future, a practice common only to powerful factions.

Unlike Elite Disciples, training Pharmacists wasn’t about combat prowess. It was about understanding, mastering, and applying knowledge of things like medicinal properties and pharmacology. This, combined with hands-on practice, was what ultimately created a Pharmacist.

Their natures were different, so their training methods were different as well.

During these eight days, something major happened: it rained in Qing State. It was a heavy downpour, and amidst the storm, some reports claimed a White Flood Dragon had flown by, while others said the Dragon King had brought the rain. Such legends were numerous and varied.

At first, Yang Chan thought a Divine Beast from the myths and legends might have actually appeared. But after hearing one outlandish tale after another, the truth dawned on him.

It was just like the legend of Han Gaozu slaying the white snake. The story was embellished to say he had slain the son of the White Emperor, while Han Gaozu himself was proclaimed the son of the Red Emperor. In an instant, a common man was transformed into the offspring of the Red Emperor, the god of the south, instantly elevating his stature.

These were just exaggerated stories. Perhaps someone saw something moving during the downpour, and it evolved into a host of myths and legends.

Yang Chan knew that Exotic Beasts existed in this world. Even Grandmaster Level experts were no match for the more powerful ones. But based on the records he had read, none of them seemed to possess the ability to summon wind and rain.

To be honest, Yang Chan rather hoped these Divine Beasts did exist. If they did, then perhaps Immortal Gods existed as well, which would give him a clearer direction for his efforts.

As his lifespan continued to lengthen, the need to blend in with other Longevity Cultivators would become even more pressing.

To avoid standing out, a person had to surround themselves with similar people. Even a husky in a wolf pack could at least partially blend in.

These myths and legends weren’t important. What was important was that it had rained. For Qing State, which had long been suffering from a drought, this heavy rain could alleviate many conflicts and give its people hope for survival.

If this rain had come over two months earlier, Qing State might have been a more harmonious place. But that was just a possibility, of course.

Take Lingyu Palace, Taiyu Valley, and the Nanhua Sword Sect, for example. These three powers had planted their people in Qing State even before the drought began. Clearly, they had long harbored designs on the Cyan Yuan Sect, intending to replace it.

Who wouldn’t want to be the Overlord Level power of a state? The sheer amount of tribute—Cultivation Resources, silver coins, secret manuals, and more—was enough to make countless other factions drool with envy. All of it was good stuff, and by taking over, they could have it all for themselves.

This would be a massive boost, whether to their personal power or to the strength of their entire faction.

Some turmoil is caused by natural disasters; other turmoil is born from ambition.

During the days of Pharmacist training, Yang Chan’s daily Potential Point income had broken past the one-point mark.

The effects of the Lantian Jade Refining Pill were far better than Yang Chan had anticipated. His daily harvest of Potential Points increased by 0.3, and it also provided a noticeable boost to his External Skin and Flesh Cultivation.

Naturally, Yang Chan wanted to refine Lantian Jade Refining Pills himself. However, the ingredients were expensive, and with his current skill level, the final product likely wouldn’t be very effective. He had no choice but to shelve the idea for now.

He decided to look into it again after he passed the examination and became an official Pharmacist of the Cyan Yuan Sect.

Yang Chan’s original plan was to take the Pharmacist examination right after the training. For many days, no Pharmacists had been sent down the mountain to provide support, so he thought it would be safe.

But the very next day after he had this thought, two Basic Level Pharmacists from the Medicine Hall were ordered to descend the mountain, and Yang Chan immediately squashed the idea.

These days, even being a Basic Level Pharmacist was somewhat dangerous. It was better to hold out for a while longer. The silver coins he had were enough to cover his expenses for now, so there was no reason to take the risk of becoming a Pharmacist.

After finishing his tasks at the Medicine Hall, Yang Chan went to the Martial Arts Training Institute to practice the Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist as usual. Lately, there were far fewer people training there. It wasn’t that they weren’t working hard; it was that they had all gone down the mountain.

Or, they were already dead.

At first, Yang Chan had found it a little hard to get used to, but now he was accustomed to it.

Life and death were impermanent.

"Junior Brother Yang, long time no see!"

Shi Gaoshun’s voice rang out once more.

"Senior Brother Shi, it’s good to see you’re well. From the looks of it, you’ve had a fruitful trip."

Yang Chan turned at the sound of the voice and saw Shi Gaoshun, whom he hadn’t seen in a while.

Not long after Shi Gaoshun had mentioned taking on a mission down the mountain last time, he had left.

Looking at him now, Yang Chan could tell his aura was vastly different from before he’d left the mountain. Most likely, his Cultivation had broken through to a new level.

His Wild Ox Force had very likely reached the stage of Great Success. The only reason it was so easy to sense was that the other man wasn’t bothering to restrain his aura or conceal the change.

"Sigh! I did make some gains, but it was just too brutal."

Shi Gaoshun said, letting out a long sigh.

The breakthrough in his Cultivation didn’t seem to make him very happy. He had clearly encountered a lot of trouble down the mountain.

"So many people went, but a lot of familiar faces didn’t come back. Still, I managed to get a lot of good stuff this time. If you need anything, Junior Brother, just let me know. Or you can come find me at Cyan Fish Street. I’ll be setting up a stall there for a while. I guarantee you’ll find something worthwhile."

Shi Gaoshun quickly changed his tune, pivoting back to promoting his business.

Seeing this, Yang Chan swallowed the words of comfort he was about to say. ’This kind of person really doesn’t need any comforting.’