Fulen was poor! Originally, Fulen had two extraordinary materialss: one was the Angel's Gate, and the other was a meteoric iron dagger.
After being severely beaten once, the meteoric iron dagger was taken away, and as for the Angel's Gate, it directly vanished into thin air.
Fulen scratched his hair, thinking with a desire to cry but no tears, "Goodness, I originally had two things I could consider treasures, but now they're all gone. It's over, I'm completely broke."
Fulen feigned making two quick gestures under his eyes and then forgot about the two vanished extraordinary materialss.
After all... at Sequence 8, he wouldn't need to rely on those extraordinary materialss that didn't seem very good, and he finally gained practical Beyonder abilities.
After taking out the Trickmaster potion formula that he already had in his hand, Fulen took a look.
Main ingredients: Spirit-eater's stomach, 20 ml of deep-sea speargun fish blood;
Auxiliary ingredients: 5 ml of hornbeam essential oil, 10 grams of yarn ball grass powder, one blooming red chestnut flower, 80 ml of pure water.
"Phew." Fulen exhaled and closed his eyes.
Fulen always believed that doing so could enhance his focus.
Fulen opened his eyes, stood up with an eager expression, and forcefully suppressed his excitement.
After all, this was his first time concocting a potion and his first time drinking a potion since he came to this world.
Walking down the stairs step by step, Fulen saw a ray of golden sunlight from the room he hadn't completely left, knowing that he wouldn't die as miserably as that foolish junior who wrote a diary about reviving the Abraham Family later on.
Soon, Fulen stood in the basement.
In the dim basement, only three or four candles provided illumination. Although the candles tried hard to dispel the Darkness of the basement, such a small amount of light was merely a drop in the bucket.
The flickering light cast an exceptionally terrifying shadow on Fulen's expressionless face. However, Fulen quickly smiled, directly breaking the gloomy atmosphere, and not just smiled, but laughed heartily.
Fulen clutched his stomach, looking very helpless about the abdominal pain caused by his laughter.
"But, this is too much like the scenes in the cartoons I watched where Warlocks concocted poisons to harm people. But those Warlocks were all old people with bumpy faces, while I am a young man," Fulen argued in his heart.
"Oh, dear." Fulen stood up and scratched his head, always feeling like he might be losing control when his emotions were unstable.
Although he had this hobby in his previous life, his reactions were definitely not as exaggerated as they are now.
"I need to be careful, after all, I must ensure my soul is fine. Should I find a trustworthy Psychiatrist later? Ah, I really envy Klein."
Fulen didn't delay or overthink.
He directly measured out 80 ml of pure water into a crucible, looking at the liquid remaining in the measuring cylinder.
Fulen nodded with satisfaction, "That's it, I am indeed a man who completed 12 years of compulsory education."
The remaining liquid in the measuring cylinder was normal; if all the liquid in the measuring cylinder were poured in, the result would exceed the required amount of liquid.
In other words, the volume of liquid measured by the measuring cylinder already accounted for errors.
Furthermore, potion concoction emphasizes slightly less is better than slightly more.
Fulen felt that if there were too many Beyonder materials, the Beyonder characteristic of the concocted potion and the residual spiritual imprint would be too strong, causing the person to be on the verge of losing control, and then the person would directly turn into a human bomb, instantly evaporating.
However, a little less Beyonder material would not have much impact.
Fulen looked at the blooming red chestnut flower and wondered if this flower had a one-month shelf life, but Fulen felt that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.
He was just impatient; his pants were already off, and he still wanted him to wait to advance.
Fulen stated that this was absolutely impossible.
With a resolute heart, Fulen grimaced and directly threw the red chestnut flower in.
"Whoosh." The clear potion in the crucible, which originally contained only pure water, instantly turned crimson.
Yarn ball grass was originally a green plant, like ordinary small grass, but after being ground into powder, yarn ball grass powder turned into a white, powdery substance.
After Fulen weighed out 10 grams of yarn ball grass powder, he threw it in.
Silently, the red potion turned into a red and white potion; strangely, the two colors did not blend but remained distinctly separate.
Hornbeam is an arborescent plant that also exists on Earth, but Fulen had never seen anyone make essential oil from it.
However, perhaps because the two worlds are ultimately not the same world, yarn ball grass is also a type of grass on Earth, but its powder on Earth could absolutely not be white.
The hornbeam essential oil smelled only of the tree itself and was not particularly fragrant.
However, just as Fulen was about to pour in this transparent, seemingly ordinary water-like but oily substance, he suddenly thought that with so many things in this world that could be made into essential oil, the essential oil industry in this world must be very developed.
Shaking his head, Fulen originally didn't know much about the essential oil industry in his original world; he just thought this because he had never seen it.
Therefore, Fulen's original thought of wanting to compare the essential oil industries of the two worlds immediately faded.
After measuring out the transparent hornbeam essential oil with a new measuring cylinder, Fulen casually poured the measured essential oil in.
Nothing happened; only some fusion occurred between the red and white.
Fulen carefully took out a test tube. The test tube was labeled with 20 ml of deep-sea speargun fish blood.
Fulen didn't think much and directly poured out the liquid from this test tube. After all, this was the amount personally measured by an Astrologer, so it could be trusted.
The blood of the deep-sea speargun fish was blue. Although Fulen also knew that on Earth, many creatures' blood was not red but green or blue, he was still a bit surprised to see it for the first time.
The potion, with only one Beyonder material left, began to show some miraculous properties.
White, blue, and red merged with each other, and Fulen's spirituality could faintly feel that he was subconsciously craving this potion, hoping to swallow this semi-finished product.
But Fulen curbed the impulse his spirituality gave him. Instead, he took out a wooden box. When Fulen opened it, there was a thin layer of something inside.
Fulen knew this was the Spirit-eater's stomach, but he still felt a bit nauseous when he picked it up, as it was an internal organ.
Then Fulen disdainfully threw it in.
It was strange to say, that thin layer of material didn't seem easily dissolvable, and the concocted potion wasn't a strongly soluble substance, but after throwing in the Spirit-eater's stomach, Fulen found that the concocted potion no longer contained that stomach layer.
The concocted potion was a liquid with intermingling red, white, and blue, subtly translucent between them.