Chapter 2023 — Notes Too?
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"Brother Wei Zhao, what kind of person is he? He won't share good things with others—he's just awful." Watching You Panhu's retreating back, Han Jingyi said, rather displeased.
"You really want to learn alchemy?" Wei Zhao looked at Han Jingyi, more incredulous by the moment. Earlier he had assumed she was merely curious and would lose interest in a few days.
But now it seemed that was not the case. Han Jingyi could no longer be described as merely interested in alchemy—she was utterly obsessed, her analysis and study of alchemy reduced to formulas...
"Ah? Brother Wei Zhao, why do you ask that?" Han Jingyi said. "I've been studying alchemy all along. How could that be anything but true?"
Wei Zhao nodded. It was plain that Han Jingyi did seem to have a particular fondness for alchemy. "Then have you studied alchemy before? Why do you want to learn it?"
"Actually... I came by a notebook of an alchemist's reflections, and that's how I started studying alchemy..." Han Jingyi said, a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Brother Wei Zhao. Before, I didn't know you well and didn't dare tell you, afraid you'd take my notebook. But now I've found that you're a good person, so I won't hide it from you!"
"A notebook of an alchemist's reflections?" Wei Zhao was startled. "You actually have such a thing? Where did you get it?"
"The antique market!" Han Jingyi said. "But I've already scanned it into images and put them on my tablet. Let me find it and show you!"
"All right!" Wei Zhao had not expected that Han Jingyi had actually bought a notebook of an alchemist's reflections—that such a thing could still be bought struck him as rather fantastical.
Han Jingyi quickly found the scanned version of the alchemist's notebook on her tablet and handed it to Wei Zhao. "Brother Wei Zhao, here it is. Take a look—we can study it together."
Wei Zhao took the tablet and examined it carefully. Silly as Han Jingyi seemed, she was evidently not so silly after all—at least, back when she had not known him well, she had kept the notebook to herself, and only now, as the two of them grew closer, had she brought it out.
What puzzled Wei Zhao, though, was that the notebook contained only some techniques for controlling the temperature of pill fire during alchemy and some records of the pharmacological reactions between various ingredients. In other words, from beginning to end it never mentioned how to condense pill fire—only these technical matters.
"Those things you've been writing on your tablet—what exactly are they?" Wei Zhao asked.
Wei Zhao had been curious all along. Yesterday Han Jingyi had spoken of scientific alchemy, but he had not quite understood what she meant, nor what those formulas stood for.