Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1847: Three and four turn

Ye Zhongming and his companions watched the scene with intense fascination, despite this being the second variety of medicine He was currently crafting.

Back on Earth, the Cloud Peak possessed alchemists and potion makers, yet none of them utilized such a supernatural production method.

Occupations derived from the wheel technology typically required specific conditions for manufacturing. Even specialized jobs with unique prefixes, such as Ye Zhongming's own Glory Smith—which allowed him to work without blueprints—still necessitated raw materials.

The standard process usually involved flashes of light and some physical transformations, but that was the extent of it.

However, He’s method was fundamentally different. While she did require a medium, that medium was the holy sigils etched into her own body!

"Because the holy sigils of my people are gifts from the heavens, our ancestors developed perfected ability forms over countless ages of experimentation. The power of these holy sigils is far more complex than simple offensive strikes. In truth, using them for combat is the most basic and inefficient use of their energy. Their genuine purpose is entirely different."

He had previously explained this to the group. It was evident that once they cast aside their suspicions, the members of the Changxu Water Tribe were incredibly gentle and lacked hidden agendas. To put it simply, they possessed a profound purity of spirit.

This characteristic highlighted why such a race struggled to survive within the wider universe. Primarily, they possessed treasures that others craved but lacked the strength to defend themselves. Secondly, their minds were too honest and uncomplicated. In a harsh world, such a race was destined for targeting.

"The primary function of the holy sigils is the refinement of medicine. Every sigil possesses a unique property that infuses specific energy or traits into the concoction. The potency and rank of the medicine are determined by how many holy sigils have refined it. Naturally, a single pill can only be crafted by one individual. Therefore, the number of holy sigils the creator possesses directly dictates the final quality of the medicine."

"The two most legendary ancestors of our tribe bore eleven holy sigils. The peak-grade medicines they produced underwent eleven separate refinements. Those effects were... well... there were four types of medicine, and each held the power of a divine artifact."

As He spoke, her expression was filled with deep longing and reverence.

She herself was a bearer of ten holy sigils, meaning the highest tier of medicine she could produce was refined ten times. Drawing from certain novels he had read back on Earth, Ye Zhongming used the term 'ten-turn' to describe such a level.

According to He, there existed ten varieties of ten-turn medicines. More than seven of these required ingredients so rare they were nearly impossible to locate. Common materials simply couldn't endure the ten-turn refinement process of the holy sigils and would disintegrate under the pressure.

The remaining three types used materials that were slightly more accessible, though still exceptionally difficult to gather. Ye Zhongming’s focus on hunting the Spiral Fish was precisely because their fish glue was a vital component for one of these ten-turn medicines.

"Today, I can only produce two types. One is a three-turn medicine, and the other is a more complex four-turn medicine."

Once she finished her explanation, He entered a state of deep concentration for the refinement.

The chosen site for this work was halfway up a mountain on the island. A natural depression, looking as though it had been carved out by a massive impact, formed a sheltered pit ten meters deep and fifty meters wide. The rim was thick with trees, perfectly masking the activity within. Combined with the island's lush vegetation, any light or vibrations produced by He’s work would remain hidden from prying eyes.

Except for He, everyone—including Ye Zhongming—was stationed around the perimeter of the pit to ensure her safety.

From their vantage points, they could observe the entire refinement process at any time.

Since He sat directly in the center of the pit floor, Ye Zhongming and the others had an unobstructed view. With their enhanced eyesight, every detail of the process was visible.

As He activated her power, the necessary ingredients began to hover around her automatically. Then, the holy sigils on her skin started to glow, projecting a screen of light that drew the materials in one by one, melting them into liquid form and slowly merging them together.

After some time, the medicine took its basic shape. Whether they were pills or liquid potions, they were then transferred into containers.

Next, the second holy sigil was activated. The difference here was that it refined the substance already produced by the first sigil.

This continued through the third and fourth stages of refinement.

Under the pulsating light, the pills were continuously tempered until they finally split into ten pieces and settled into porcelain vials.

Upon close inspection, one could see four miniature holy sigil symbols etched onto the pills—a truly miraculous sight.

After a brief rest, He began the next batch. Since the four-turn medicine was complete, this next task only required a three-turn refinement. The difficulty and time were significantly lower, leading to a swift success. This three-turn medicine was a liquid, which she stored in a separate bottle.

Even as a nine-star evolved being, refining two types of medicine back-to-back left her visibly drained. Not everyone possessed the staggering mental fortitude of Ye Zhongming.

While Shi Kangbu and Yang Tuo remained on guard at the perimeter, Ye Zhongming, Helsky, and Jie Kui approached He. Looking at the finished products, the King of Cloud Peak asked with great interest, "Can you explain the effects of these now?"

He had kept the details a secret until now, which had naturally left the others burning with curiosity.

He offered a small smile as she picked up the three-turn vial. "This is External Water, designed specifically for physical trauma. To illustrate: if someone’s throat were slit, applying this medicine immediately would seal the wound in seconds, preventing death. However, it is only effective for severe external damage. It has no power over internal injuries or toxins."

Ye Zhongming and the others traded looks of pure shock.

While it was specialized for external wounds, such an incredible healing speed was a godsend for any evolved warrior. And this was merely a three-turn medicine? What could a ten-turn version possibly achieve?

"And if I may... the ones you were selling back at the novice camp..."

Helsky knew He was reluctant to speak to him, but his curiosity got the better of him.

Perhaps buoyed by her success, He answered him, though her voice was cold. "Those were one-turn."

It made sense; the items sold to the public were of the lowest grade.

"These," she said, holding the pills, "our tribe calls Progress Pills. When consumed, they enhance the user's weakest physical attribute. The degree of improvement varies per person. However, they cannot be taken indefinitely. A single person can only benefit from three pills in their lifetime."

"Is the boost permanent?"

Even Ye Zhongming couldn't hide his excitement this time.

He nodded. "Permanent."

Jie Kui gulped. His admiration was no longer just for He, but for Ye Zhongming's incredible foresight. To have recruited He before even knowing the full extent of her tribe's power was genius.

Whether it was a stroke of luck or pure intuition, it was terrifying. Jie Kui became even more committed to following Ye Zhongming's lead.

Ye Zhongming let out a loud, hearty laugh. Now, he felt ready not just to hunt Spiral Fish, but to take on even more formidable threats!