Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

"Chi!" A small flame burned on the tip of Ye Youran's index finger. The flickering flame made the solemn little face look eerie and strange.

Youyou pointed at the fire, and the next moment it burst into flames, suddenly leaping high and roaring, illuminating a corner of the room.

It was still the same deserted room, but the table was filled with flowers, grass and spiritual plants. A faint spiritual energy was in the air, forming a thin white mist that was glittering and bright, and in a few remote corners, there were a few dark mists floating slowly and faintly.

If an alchemist saw this strange spiritual energy, he would be able to tell that the white spiritual energy was from a beneficial spiritual plant, while the black mist was from a poisonous spiritual plant. The more poisonous the plant, the darker the spiritual energy.

Looking at those patches of thick black fog, Ye Youran waved his hand, and two spiritual plants emitting black smoke came towards this side.

The mushroom cap is a dark green mushroom with an umbrella-shaped top, folds underneath, and black lines buried in between. It is highly poisonous.

Wutun Stone, a rock at the bottom of a swamp, is black with a hint of blue, smooth and traceless, has a foul smell and is extremely poisonous.

Along with an unpleasant smell, Ye Youran threw two highly poisonous spiritual plants into the fire in his palm.

"Sizzle~" The hard-to-melt Wutun Stone made a stubborn sizzling sound in the fire. White smoke came out of the black and blue rock, hissing in the silent house.

The mushroom cap had turned into a pool of green water, wrapped in spiritual power and refined on the fire. As the smelting time increased, it became purer, until the remaining essence condensed into a drop of thick black liquid swaying in the fire.

Ye Youran separated the two objects and increased the fire to refine the stubborn stone. The stench became stronger and cracks appeared on the surface of the Wutun Stone. She raised her right hand, and "Chi!" Another flame ignited, but it condensed into a tiny rocket in an instant. The tip of the arrow was as thin as a wheat awn, and sparks of fire splashed out, raising the temperature and becoming more and more intense.

Under the light of the fire, the rocket suddenly penetrated into a crack that appeared on the stubborn stone. The fire rushed in and sometimes high and sometimes low. The next second, a "click" sound was heard, and the Five-Swallow Stone broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a sound.

Ye Youran squinted and stared at an ugly insect exposed from the stone without saying a word. The black insect was no bigger than a thumb, with four short tentacles constantly moving, and eight long furry legs struggling violently in the fire. The dense squirming scene made Ye Youran raise an eyebrow in interest. But no matter how the black insect struggled, it could not break free from the invisible shackles. In the constant torture of the fire, a grain of red sand soon secreted from the abdomen of the black insect. If it had not been carefully observed, the red sand would probably have silently mixed into the air.

Seeing this grain of red sand, Ye Youran simply burned the insect to death and threw the red sand into the thick black spotted mushroom umbrella essence that had already softened and was waiting.

The red sand touched the liquid and instantly spread out, staining the thick black essence with tiny dark red lines. The two substances intertwined and merged in the high temperature, and the toxins corroded and changed each other, becoming entangled for a long time.

After smelting for a day and a night, red became the main color, with black mixed in. Ye Youran suddenly increased the fire, and the temperature rose again, turning her face red.

The two colors in the fire were pushed and mixed together by the spiritual power. She watched intently until a certain moment, she waved her hand and grasped a flying green leaf, the third highly poisonous spiritual plant, Morning Star.

The tender green grass still had brown roots attached to it, and a few leaves swayed gently. Ye Youran glanced at it and then one hand was covered with ice, and the cold air enveloped the morning grass until its roots gradually became moist and misty. She hung the tips of the thickest stems of the morning grass over the red and black liquid, and the tips of the roots gradually oozed out mist, gathering into a drop of clear liquid hanging on the tip, ready to fall.

The red and black condensed, and at the moment of taking shape, the clear morning glory root liquid instantly dripped, poured onto the red and black solid, and instantly penetrated into it.

"Chi!" A burst of black smoke gushed out from the pill.

The top-grade holy elixir, the Erosion Spine Pill, is formed.

A light shone from the elixir, but it was faintly reddish, and a humming sound was faintly heard, long and distant, but like the howling of an evil ghost.

The black smoke spread, quietly swallowing up the white spiritual mist above, but when it touched the rows of spiritual plants on the table, it fluctuated for a while and could no longer get close.

The poisonous pills that are refined always like to corrode the beneficial spiritual plants. Ye Youran knows this and has already set up a barrier on the surface of the spiritual plants.

The signs of the formation of the top-grade holy pill only spread and echoed in this house, and could not penetrate the barrier that Ye Youran had set up outside the house early in the morning. This house is now airtight.

She placed the red and black striped pill into a small porcelain bottle, put a wooden stopper in it, and shook it next to her ear. She listened to the jingling sound inside and raised the corners of her mouth in pleasure.

Making poison is always the most enjoyable thing.

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After a month, no one came to disturb us just as Song Yiche had said.

Ye Youran locked herself in the house all day long to make medicine, poison antidotes, elixirs and holy pills. She made the two pills that Song Yiche needed, and also made a lot of poisonous pills and life-saving holy pills and put them in the Mosha Ring.

Gray mist filled the room overhead, mixed with green and red colors that became increasingly darker and richer, while her alchemy skills became more and more sophisticated and skilled.

"Chi~" Another top-grade recovery pill was formed.

Ye Youran put the golden pill into a small porcelain bottle, looked at the gradually weakening flame on his left hand, and touched his chin.

She can only make one pill at a time. If she had a furnace, it would be much faster. At least she could make a dozen simple pills at a time.

She was thinking about finding a furnace, but suddenly she noticed someone approaching her barrier. Then she heard a knock on the door.

She narrowed her eyes, looked at the closed door, and remembered that the one-month deadline agreed upon with Song Yiche had arrived.

Waving her hand to remove the barrier, she walked over and opened the wooden door.

As the door opened, a cool breeze blew through, making her feel refreshed and clear-eyed.

However, Song Yiche who was outside the door frowned. The smell in the house instantly rushed out and hit him in the face. It was a mixture of fragrance and stench, hot and sour, so unpleasant that it almost made him vomit.

That would be so embarrassing.

Looking at Song Yiche's disgusted face, Ye Youran raised her hand and smelled herself.

When he looked up again and his eyes met those of the young man in purple, "..." They stared at each other for a long time in silence.

After staying for a long time, he naturally couldn't notice the change in smell. Ye Youran flicked his sleeves naturally and said, "Your service is not good enough. I can't even take a shower."

"..." Song Yiche endured for a long time before he took a few steps back. His facial features were wrinkled and his eyes were moist. The smell was too strong and irritated his eyes.

"...I want to take a shower." Seeing that he could hardly maintain his usual noble demeanor, Ye Youran took a few steps forward to him and said in a nasty manner.

… “I feel like I’m going to faint from the stench.

He stepped back silently, opened his mouth slightly, and his nose was filled with a sour smell. After a moment's pause, he spoke: "I'll ask someone to prepare some water, you go to the next room and clean yourself up." He really wanted to just exhale and not inhale.

"Okay, hurry up." Seeing Song Yiche's face full of gloom, as if he wanted to block all the breathing holes on his face, Ye Youran laughed out loud. However, she was not paying attention and took a deep breath, "Ugh..." and almost vomited.

She covered her mouth and quickly held onto a pillar to calm down.

So, the smelly little girl ran to the next room in shame.

Song Yiche couldn't help but lower his head and laugh, he deserved it. He also pinched his nose and ordered people to prepare water.

Only the open red wooden door was left, from which wisps of black mist slowly drifted out, filled with a sour, rotten smell.