My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 310: Refining An Antidote

The bulky man scoffed, clearly not taking Tan Wei's words seriously. A smirk of disdain curled on his lips. "Go back to your mother and get your diapers changed. Who let a brat like you in here? There are tier 8 alchemists inside, and even they can't handle this poison. Who do you think you are?"

Tan Wei let out a sigh. 'If I knew it would be like this, I'd have asked Feng Fan to come with me. With his reputation, no one would dare question him.'

Just as Tan Wei opened his mouth to reply, a cold rang behind him.

"I was the one who sent him. Do you have a problem with my orders?"

The bulky man froze. Cold sweat trickled down his back. A few meters away stood a petite figure, her eyes narrowing at him. His expression paled as he quickly stepped aside, cupping his hands and bowing low.

"M-my apologies, Elder Long! I was ignorant. I didn't know this young man was sent by you."

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Internally, he cursed Tan Wei for not speaking up earlier. He could've said something!

Tan Wei blinked, confused by the sudden shift in tone, but Long Liu didn't give him time to question it.

"Come. Let's see if you're as talented as your friend Feng Fan claims." She stepped inside the tent and gestured for him to follow.

Tan Wei nodded and walked in behind her.

The bulky man stood frozen outside, drenched in sweat. 'Feng Fan?!' His face turned even paler. 'He's Feng Fan's friend? I'm doomed…'

Feng Fan had a notorious reputation within Red Pole. Not exactly a good one, but undeniably notorious.

One of the alchemists inside, a skinny old man who looked like he had one foot in the grave, stepped closer and addressed Long Liu. "Elder Long, we're doing everything we can to slow the spread of the poison, but… we haven't made much progress."

His voice was low, filled with shame. Failing at the one task they were supposed to excel at weighed heavily on him. The Red Pole had deployed some of their best alchemists here, fully aware of the Obsidian Court's use of poison. Their job was to study and counteract it.

If they had been given a sample of the toxin years ago, they might've developed a proper antidote by now. But that opportunity never came. Then again, the Obsidian Court wasn't known for relying on just one type of poison. Even if they had prepared in advance, it might not have made much of a difference on the battlefield.

Long Liu waved her hand dismissively. "This isn't your fault, Feng Ning. Their alchemists are clearly more advanced than ours; we knew this was a possibility from the start."

Her words only deepened the sense of shame among the alchemists in the tent.

"Let me examine the injured," Tan Wei said, stepping closer to one of the cultivators in the worst condition.

Feng Ning looked at Tan Wei with a puzzled expression. "Elder Long, who is this?" he asked. As the one responsible for leading the alchemists brought to the battlefield, he naturally knew everyone who had been selected, and Tan Wei was definitely not one of them.

"Oh, he was added at the last minute, just before we departed from Red Pole," Long Liu replied casually. "Feng Fan recommended him."

Feng Ning raised an eyebrow. "Feng Fan? No disrespect, Elder, but isn't he a bit too young? If we've all failed, what makes him think this boy can succeed?"

His skepticism wasn't unwarranted, and the murmurs of discontent quickly spread among the other alchemists. Many felt insulted by the implication that someone younger, and unknown to them, could succeed where they hadn't.

But Long Liu didn't care for their pride.

"Silence!" she snapped, her voice cold as ice. "I can accept failure, but not whining. If you're not going to help, then get out."

The tent fell into a heavy silence, the alchemists cowed by her sharp rebuke.

While the others argued, Tan Wei remained focused on the wounded man before him. He didn't spare a glance at the bickering alchemists around him; he couldn't care less about their opinions. His only concern was healing the patients.

'Hmm… not a bad poison,' a voice echoed inside Tan Wei's head It was Lai Hu, the legendary alchemist whose soul was sealed inside Tan Wei's pendant. 'For mortals, anyway. How confident are you in dealing with it?'

A faint smile formed on Tan Wei's lips. 'If I failed to solve something this simple, wouldn't that be a disgrace to your name, Master?'

'Haha! Now you're talking.'

Tan Wei summoned the Suppression Cauldron from his space ring. Once dull and rusted, the cauldron now gleamed with brilliance, the engraved word "Suppression" glowing with a deep red.

His movements caught the attention of Long Liu and the alchemists inside.

In one smooth motion, Tan Wei poured purified water into the cauldron, then conjured a small flame above his palm. The flickering fire burned with a unique hue, dancing unnaturally.

Feng Ning's eyes widened. "That flame… that's no ordinary fire!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock.

Even the other alchemists, skeptical moments before, leaned in slightly, curiosity overcoming their pride. Tan Wei tossed the flame beneath the cauldron, its heat so intense that the water inside began to boil instantly. As steam started to rise, he gradually reduced the flame's intensity, expertly lowering the temperature. Even though the fire was no longer in direct contact with him, he controlled it with ease, like it was merely an extension of his own body.

With a flick of his sleeve, four different herbs flew out from Tan Wei's space ring and dropped directly into the cauldron. The alchemists around him stared in disbelief, their eyes wide as they followed his every movement.

"He's not even purifying the herbs? What is he thinking?" one of them muttered.

None of them could make sense of his process. This didn't look like the beginning of an antidote, let alone the refinement of a pill. To them, it was chaos masquerading as alchemy.