This thing is a pill.
Meng Jing couldn't remember how many levels there were.
Just took a look at the pill lying quietly in the space backpack.
The pill in the backpack is dark gold in color.
There are many red lines on it.
Meng Jing counted it carefully and found that there were eight pill patterns on it.
In other words, this elixir...
It is an eighth-grade elixir!
Eighth grade!
Meng Jinggang thought about being shocked, but thinking about it carefully, it was not necessary.
The old man himself is an eighth-grade alchemist.
Refining an eighth-grade elixir is nothing.
However, the old man probably was negligent and forgot to put away the pill.
It is precisely because of this that it will be recycled into the space backpack by its own system.
"Then let's see what effect it has!"
Meng Jing chuckled and clicked on the pill.
Soon, a detailed introduction about the pill appeared in front of his field of vision.
"[Elixir Name]: Dragon Soul Pattern Spirit Pill."
"[Elixir level]: Eighth-grade elixir."
"[Efficacy of the elixir]: After swallowing, it can awaken the power of the dragon soul in the body, and has a high probability of activating the dragon bloodline."
"[Elixir content]: This elixir has flaws and is not a perfect elixir. It needs to be injected with dragon blood before the elixir can be activated."
What's the meaning?
Looking at the introduction above, Meng Jing was stunned and did not react.
He can understand the name and grade of this elixir.
However, the efficacy and content of the elixir behind it are somewhat unclear.
It can awaken the power of the dragon soul and activate the dragon bloodline.
He already possesses the dragon bloodline and has awakened the so-called dragon soul power.
So, follow the efficacy introduction above.
If you swallow it by yourself, it basically won’t have much effect.
Moreover, the content behind this still needs to be injected with dragon blood.
Without the dragon's blood infused elixir, isn't it just a useless elixir?
Meng Jing was speechless for a while, then silently closed the system panel.
He walked towards Yaochen.
"Old sir, I found a pill in your cauldron!"
With that said, he took out the dark golden elixir he just looked at from his space backpack.
"oh?"
Yaochen was also attracted after hearing this.
Then, his eyes focused on the pill held by Meng Jing's fingertips.
"This pill, let me think about it..."
"You don't remember the elixir you refined yourself?"
Meng Jing was speechless and muttered.
"Dragon Soul Pattern Spiritual Pill!"
Seeing that Yao Chen didn't remember it for a long time, Meng Jing couldn't help but wake him up.
This old man has a really bad memory.
"Oh, you actually know the little doll?"
Yao Chen, who was woken up by Meng Jing, also looked at Meng Jing in surprise.
This is an elixir that is close to the eighth grade. How could the other party recognize it?
It's impossible to recognize even a fourth-grade alchemist, right?
"Old sir, have you forgotten that I have half dragon blood in my body?"
"Then what?"
"Unfortunately, the boy swallowed the same pill back then, but that pill was different from the one you have, old gentleman!"
Meng Jing explained.
I had forgotten that this old man didn't know that he had a system.
Moreover, being able to blurt out the name of an eighth-grade elixir is really not something that a normal person can say.
Fortunately, I am not a normal person!
Yaochen nodded, took the pill from Meng Jing's hand, and sighed.
"You, little kid, have a lot of strength behind you. I think I spent a lot of effort to help my old friend refine such a pill."
"But that old friend was already dead before I could find the dragon bloodline!"
After saying that, he threw it to Meng Jing helplessly.
"As you said, little doll, this elixir does have some shortcomings. It does not have dragon blood added, so it cannot exert its medicinal properties at all."
"What if dragon's blood is added to it? If I swallow it, is it still useful?"
Yaochen shook his head.
"You little baby, you are not satisfied yet. I have seen the dragon bloodline in your body. The concentration is already higher than that of a young dragon."
"Furthermore, this pill can only help those who don't have dragon blood. It has a chance of activating dragon blood!"
Meng Jing had a dark look on his face.
According to what the old man said, he already had dragon blood.
This elixir is of little use to me.
"Okay, don't the old gentleman want this pill? I can provide my own dragon's blood!"
Yaochen waved his hand, "Little baby, I understand your wishes. Now that I am your guardian spirit, little baby, this pill is of little use anymore!"
"Okay then, old gentleman, help me refine it, and I'll keep it for others!"
Meng Jing explained.
Pills like this are indeed useless to me.
This old man doesn't want it either.
What a shame to lose it.
It's better to keep it for yourself.
It would be a good idea to give it to your little brother when the time comes.
If he can activate the dragon bloodline, his combat effectiveness will be greatly improved.
"OK!"
Yaochen did not refuse and agreed.
Then, Meng Jing bit his fingertip lightly, and a drop of golden-red blood flowed out along the bite of his fingertip.
Then, this drop of golden-red blood floated in the air.
"Old sir, if you don't have a cauldron, how can you make medicine?"
Suddenly, Meng Jing also remembered that the old man's cauldron was damaged by him.
This alchemist needs a cauldron to make medicine.
Could it be that this old man still has a spare cauldron?
"Who said that a cauldron is necessary for refining medicine?"
Yao Chen smiled and then gave a cold drink.
"Bone Spirit Cold Fire!"
He saw Yao Chen's palms spread out, and a ball of flame suddenly burst out from his palms.
Gently tossing the pill in his hand, he suspended it in the cold fire of his own bone spirit.
After just being there for a while, the pill began to emit an alluring fragrance.
The fragrance of this elixir is tangy and intoxicating.
"this is okay too?"
Meng Jing was slightly surprised.
This was the first time he had seen someone refining medicine without using a cauldron.
This old man is the first.
However, Meng Jing also felt sorry for the pill. It would be great if it could improve his realm.
Unfortunately, this pill does not work.
It was just a waste of an eighth-grade elixir.
Then, after the elixir turned into droplets of dark golden liquid.
Yaochen flicked a drop of golden-red blood suspended in front of him.
The golden red blood fell into those dark golden droplets.
As soon as they came into contact, the droplets made a hissing sound.
