Heavenly Simulation: Tales of Demons and Gods

Chapter no.51 Follower or Ally?

The hallways of the Alchemist Association buzzed with confusion and surprise as Yang Xin exited the library, but not for the reason anyone would have expected.

It wasn't her presence that caused a stir; rather, it was the sight of her casually reading an alchemical recipe while carrying a boy over her shoulder like a sack of flour. The younger alchemists watched in envy, thinking, "It should have been me, not him," while the others were simply baffled by the scene unfolding before them.

"Director?" Yang Xin's assistant approached, his eyes fixed on the boy draped over her shoulder. It was both normal and odd to see the boy not protesting the situation—who wouldn't want to be carried by someone as stunning as Yang Xin? Yet, what truly puzzled him was the boy's trance-like state.

Yang Xin, seemingly unbothered by the curiosity her actions had sparked, handed the Golden Sky Pill Recipe to her assistant. "Gather the ingredients and bring them to my office," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for questions.

"But what about—" Assistant Ping started, his gaze flicking back to Nie Li, hoping for some kind of explanation.

"Now," Yang Xin cut him off, not indulging his curiosity.

With a hurried "Yes, yes, yes," Assistant Ping scurried off to the Medicine Hall to collect the needed ingredients.

Minutes later, he returned with the herbs and minerals, only to find Yang Xin and the still trance-bound boy in her office.

"Thank you," she said, taking the items from him before promptly slamming the door in his face.

Left standing in the hallway, Assistant Ping couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with her today?"

....

Yang Xin spread Nie Li's notes on her wooden table, her gaze intensely fixed on the Golden Sky Pill recipe.

The list of ingredients intrigued her—each item not just rare, but brimming with powerful properties. Golden grass that seemed to capture the essence of sunrise, autumn plum leaves that shifted colors at the perfect moment, and midnight jasmine dewdrops, each component held a vital key to the alchemy process.

"Hmm, golden grass," Yang Xin mused, her eyes lighting up as she thought about its properties. "When fueled by an alchemist's soul force, it unleashes energy vital for enhancing the Yang aspect of soul force."

She then considered the autumn plum leaves. "At the precise moment of their color shift, they possess a unique chemical makeup," she explained to herself, her fingers gently tapping on the table, producing a soft, rhythmic thud. "This makes them perfect for blending with the golden grass, ensuring the potion's stability and facilitating a smooth transformation."

Lastly, her attention shifted to the midnight jasmine dewdrops. "Collected at the stroke of midnight, these dewdrops are enriched with Yin essence," she pondered, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration.

"They serve as the perfect catalyst, initiating the crucial conversion of Yin soul force to Yang within the body."

Yang Xin's face showed fascination as she prepared to test the synthesis of the pill. Moving to her private alchemy forge—a space filled with ancient equipment, from bronze cauldrons to carved jade mortars—she began her work.

She measured the golden grass carefully, placing it in the center of the cauldron where the energy converged most potently. She observed the autumn plum leaves as they glowed softly under the warm light of the forge, their essence activating. With a delicate hand, she scattered the midnight jasmine dewdrops across the top, their presence sparking the initial stages of fusion.