Chapter 35: Testing the Potion

Li Mochen tested the forty ordinary rifle bullets again and found that the Blessing of Fire had little amplifying effect on ordinary bullets. Although it could increase the temperature of the bullets, the effect was counterproductive. The moderate heat not only failed to promote combustion but instead cauterized the flesh around the wound, helping the enemy stop bleeding.

However, it still had some effect against certain special enemies, such as ice fairies and vampires.

He also tried applying spells like 'Shadow Shelter' and 'Shadow Stride' to the bullets, but it was meaningless. The high flight speed and whistling sound of the bullets left no room for these shadow spells.

When Li Mochen finished using all the bullets and went to the front desk to settle the bill, a waiter enthusiastically handed him a hot towel for wiping his hands.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but then he found a note inside the towel. Li Mochen's eyes narrowed, and he discreetly glanced toward the rest area on the side of the lobby. Two men in black were sitting there, talking casually.

"Being watched?"

Li Mochen understood and already guessed the truth.

He had anticipated this outcome when he came to the Laurel Street black market.

He had originally planned to slip away from the black market without a trace after the incident, leaving no trouble behind. Unfortunately, 'Tianxin Li Mochen' had rendered his preparations futile. He estimated that when he left, he would most likely be 'a lamb walking into the wolf's mouth.'

But understanding was one thing; at this moment, a hint of crimson gleamed in Li Mochen's eyes. Vicious thoughts were sprouting in his mind.

Li Mochen frowned, knowing this was an emotion from the original owner.

No wonder. The original Li Mochen had suffered one blow after another since his parents died. His former wealthy life vanished, his cultivation of techniques went poorly, and he was ostracized by classmates at school. This inevitably bred resentment. Before, he lacked the power to vent it, but now—

The original owner was by no means a heinous person, but the backlash of Dugu Tianyi amplified every tiny desire he now had.

Li Mochen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

But he knew that forcibly suppressing it like this was not advisable; it would only create a rift between his spirit and the original owner's remnant soul.

Proper emotional guidance and satisfying the original owner's desires would better facilitate the fusion of the two souls.

Thinking of this, Li Mochen casually stepped into the elevator heading to the top floor. He not only planned to spend the night at the shooting center but also intended to stay there for the next two days. If these people were patient enough to wait, then he could use them to vent.

Li Mochen hated trouble, but if the trouble couldn't be shaken off, he was not afraid at all.

Back in the VIP lounge, Li Mochen began to set things up. First, he removed the flammable carpet and isolated the fire sprinkler heads.

He also found a way to enhance the function of the exhaust fan. He anticipated that the room would be filled with smoke, which was not only bad for people but also the main source of impurities in alchemy and artifact crafting.

Li Mochen's method was simple: he just pasted a dozen simple runes on the wall to guide the airflow.

Then he placed the crucible stand and crucible with an insulating and heat-proof layer in the center, with other tools and materials within reach.

The fuel under the crucible was the core of a 'Firestone Flame Monster' he bought from the black market. Activated by a specific magic array, it could reach a high temperature of 400 degrees Celsius for two days and one night, a full thirty-six hours.

Li Mochen first attempted to make potions. He was a famous 'Alchemy Master' in the Primordial Dome Realm. Although his alchemy skills might not be outstanding, relying on the 'Divine Pneuma Fortune Purple Gold Tower's' wish-granting ability, every batch of pills he produced was of excellent quality.

But unfortunately, many of the spiritual plants in the Primordial Dome Realm did not exist in this world. This meant he had to relearn in this area.

Fortunately, in America, the formulas for basic and intermediate potions were widely circulated, accompanied by various experience talks and precautions. Li Mochen even found an Eastern 'Superior Grade Pill Scripture' in the library, but since this was America, after searching several stores, he couldn't find all the medicines recorded in the 'Superior Grade Pill Scripture.' So he had to change course and start with Western alchemy.

Fortunately, Li Mochen's previous experience and accumulation in alchemy still played a role. His grasp of medicinal properties, control of heat, and sensing of magical energy were far beyond ordinary beginners.

After three failed attempts, Li Mochen finally succeeded on the fourth try in making a sky-blue potion.

The name of this potion was 'Behemoth.'

Behemoth is also a mythical creature, called Behemot/B'hemot in Hebrew, meaning 'many beasts,' implying its enormous size, requiring many beasts combined to compare with it.

Legend says it is the largest creature on land, devouring a thousand mountains daily. It cannot leave those mountains, or time would become chaotic. Because of its insatiable greed, the Creator made only one.

According to the ancient 'Genesis Bible,' it was the Creator's first creation, born on the fifth day of creation along with another sea monster, Leviathan.

The effect of this basic Behemoth potion was precisely to strengthen the physique of humans and beasts.

But after successfully making it, Li Mochen hesitated.

Looking at this bottle of basic Behemoth potion, it seemed to be of medium or higher quality, but he couldn't be sure if he had succeeded.

Of course, it was most likely safe—over 80% probability—

So the next moment, Li Mochen fed the potion to the 'Dragon Pulse' lying on his shoulder. The little thing was overjoyed, gulped down the potion in a few mouthfuls, and then licked Li Mochen's face gratefully, completely unaware that its owner had used it as a test subject.

Ten minutes later, Li Mochen sensed the surging medicinal power inside the 'Dragon Pulse.' The little guy was too weak; it didn't last a moment before falling asleep again, indicating that the basic Behemoth potion was successfully made.

It wasn't that hard! He was indeed a genius. It was right not to buy finished potions.

So Li Mochen pressed on until all the herbs were used up. Over the next day, he made twelve bottles of basic Behemoth potion, twelve bottles of basic Oak potion, and twenty-four bottles of basic Mana Boost potion, all stored in his sword pouch.

For a former alchemy grandmaster like him, potions of this level were extremely easy. The two methods of alchemy had no essential difference.

Unfortunately, the quality of these basic potions was not high, only medium. Li Mochen knew this was due to the materials and environment. It was said that in America, large pharmaceutical companies used precision instruments to measure material ratios down to micrograms, and the rooms were sterile and dust-free.

So in this era, wild alchemists were becoming increasingly rare.

Another thing worth mentioning was that the 'Dragon Pulse' on him had become his complete lab rat. That day, it drank and slept, slept and drank, but fortunately, nothing went wrong.

Li Mochen didn't dare go too far. Taking too many of these potions could cause excessive vitality and harm the body. After testing the basic Oak potion, he kindly gave the Dragon Pulse a full-body massage to help it digest the medicinal power, and then fed it the newly made basic Mana Boost potion.

When the alchemy came to an end, Li Mochen sat cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes to rest. After half a day, fully refreshed, he started the fire again. This time, his expression was unusually solemn, and he woke up the Dragon Pulse.

Next was crafting the magical artifacts he wanted. The problem was that he only had one chance with the materials he was using now; any mistake in any detail was unacceptable. He also couldn't find a suitable alchemy furnace in the black market, so he had to use a crucible instead, which inevitably made the process awkward.

Fortunately, the precision requirements for artifact crafting were far lower than for alchemy.

Li Mochen hesitated briefly but gave up the idea of making a wish to the 'Divine Pneuma Fortune Purple Gold Tower.' It would indeed help improve his success rate in crafting, but it would also bring disaster.

Besides, in this world, there should be nothing that the 'Divine Pneuma Infinite Void Immortal King' couldn't accomplish.

"Let's begin, little one—"

As Li Mochen stroked the belly of the Netherfire Dragon, the latter spat out a thin stream of crimson dragon breath, instantly raising the temperature under the crucible to over a thousand degrees!

He had spent his last few thousand gold shields to buy it and fed it a precious bottle of basic Oak potion, not just to have it assist in battle.