Rudra was sitting on a floor mat with a few
glass flasks, and with all the necessary items kept in front of him in an
order. He joined his palms and started to chant the mantra that he had learned
from that saint.
Slowly chanting that mantra, he manipulated
his kundalini and directed it towards one of his hands. With his other hand, he
put one of the ingredients in that bowl, and using his kundalini, he started to
extract the raw materials of that ingredient.
After a long time of focus, he finally
extracted the raw materials from the first ingredient. But, while extracting
raw materials from some ingredients, due to his little mistakes, a small amount
of those raw materials was getting destroyed most of the time.
Still, he kept extracting raw materials and
stored them in his glass flasks. After a while, he had extracted all the raw
materials from the ingredients. Now was the extraction time for the Green line
flower and the Spiritual Somna fruit.
He very carefully kept the green line
flower and began extracting its raw material. He was deeply focused and didn't
want to make any mistakes in extraction. Gradually due to the pressure of his
kundalini a green liquid flew out of that flower's core.
The flower seemed to be sucked out of its
juice, it began to shrink with the extraction. After extracting for a long
time, all the petals of that flower had become pale and blue, and that flower's
core had shrunk.
Rudra stored that extracted material in a
glass flask. Then Rudra kept the Spiritual Somna fruit in the bowl. Something
similar happened; under the pressure of his kundalini, all the liquid started
to flow out.
After the raw material of the Spiritual
Somna fruit was also completely extracted the main fruit had shrunk down very
small as if someone had squeezed it with all their powers. Rudra then filled
the raw material in a glass flask and prepared for the mixing process.
He picked up a flask, and after pouring a
little fraction of the liquid, he kept back the rest of it. He does the same
with other raw materials too, pours a small and equal fraction of them into his
bowl, and keeps the rest. He then takes a deep breath and starts to chant the
mantras told by that saint again.
He then focused on that bowl and began to
mix all the liquid with his spiritual energy. Slowly and carefully, with a calm
mind, he mixed all those liquids. After some time, he finished mixing those
materials.
Now Rudra needed to pressurize and
circulate the kundalini in such a way as to generate enough heat to vaporize
the liquid.
Rudra focused his kundalini towards the
bowl, covered the bowl with his body energy, and then began to pressurize and
circulate the mixed liquid with his spiritual energy. Gradually the heat
generated vaporized the liquid, and left behind were the solid particles.
But as his first time, he wasn't able to
capture the vaporized gases and let them be absorbed by the solid composition.
Therefore, Rudra then used his body energy
to bring the solid composition together and refined them into a small pill.
Rudra took that pill in his hands. He looked at his life's first pill.
Although, because he made it without putting in the perfect amount of
ingredients as per the recipe, it was not that effective, it was still his
first pill.
He kept that pill and again poured the raw
materials into an equal and small fraction and began to form another pill. Continuing
in this way would make it easier for him to mix the materials, and decrease the
chances of the materials being destroyed as well. This way, even if something
happened, he had the materials left in his glass flasks. With this, he can form
multiple pills with a single set of ingredients as well.
Rudra continued in this way until he was in
the middle of extraction for the second time when he felt a sudden pain in his
whole body.
This pain was unbearable. He couldn't find
out what was the reason behind this, at last, he had to take a fast peek to
find that the spiritual energy was on its verge. He then stopped the process of
mixing as he began meditating.
After a few minutes of meditation when he
recovered enough spiritual energy he again began to form the pills. He kept
repeating the process of forming the pills and meditating until all the glass
flasks were emptied.
In the end, Rudra had formed six pills,
with a failed pill, he kept all the pills in a box, while he felt a searing
pain in his body, such actions of using half of the raw materials and
meditating in the midst during the pill formation could cause huge consequences.
It also helped him to increase his practice
of medicine formation for the first time. Rudra saw that the morning sky had
spread over, and the sun was rising above. Rudra sitting there on the ground,
decided to meditate and restore his exhausted kundalini. After a while, he got
up and changed his clothes.
He put all the necessary things in his
spatial bag as now he was ready to sell his pills, also he had already decided
where to sell his pills, in the auction hall. Because he knew the place where
he would have the chance to make the highest money, that is the auction hall.
Three hours after sunrise. Rudra was on the
streets when he entered an alleyway and came out a boy wearing a mask. It was
Rudra who then walked through the streets towards the main center of the
marketplace. He knew an auction house, the only auction house in the city.
Where he arrived very soon.
'Lapis lazuli Auction house', standing in
front of a huge hall, Rudra read the words written on its headboard. Although
Rudra found this name pretty weird, without caring much he entered the
building. Under the vigilant glances of those fully armored guards when he entered
the hall, the scorching and heating feeling of the sun changed into a cold and
calm sense.
The lobby seemed quite huge, where people
ran to and fro, on the left side were the counters, whereas on the right were
the chairs where people sat and waited for the next auctions to begin. Whereas
at the center a huge and magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Rudra sweeps his gaze through that fancy
hall and finds a side corridor way to another room. On the door leading to that
small corridor, were written the shiny and glowing words, "Consignment
department"
That was the room, Rudra was finding. He
entered that door, and just a few steps through the corridor led him to a huge
room, which seemed to be empty but at the center was a middle-aged man, sitting
alone near the table.
That man raised his head as soon as he
heard the sound of a door opening and found a boy with a black mask and
clothes. His brows furrowed a little but then his facial expressions began to
show a sudden change.
"Sir, do you plan on getting something
evaluated?", the middle-aged man asked as a professional smile plastered across
his face.
"Yes", a cold and a little heavy voice
floated out of the boy's mouth.
Rudra walked to the table where the
middle-aged man was sitting and kept a wooden box on the table right in front
of the man's eyes. That man just opened the box carefully, to find five light
green pills, "This is?"
That middle-aged man picked up one of the
pills and sniffed it. Just by viewing and sniffing it a shine incorporated with
respect for the boy standing in front of him appeared in his eyes, "Sir, Are
you an alchemy saint?".
Rudra couldn't do anything else except
nodding his head.
"If you don't mind, could I ask…. That what
does this pill do?", upon getting the confirmation, the middle-aged man started
to treat the boy standing in front of him with even more respect.
Although that middle-aged man was elder,
Rudra was a saint and an alchemist, and to form medicines one needed to use
their kundalini. As only saints can become alchemists, therefore they deserve
much respect compared to ordinary people.
"Spiritual pill, it can help one to
increase one's spiritual energy by five-to-ten percent, but as the extent of
its consumption increases, its effectiveness decreases."
"Increase one's spiritual energy?", hearing
Rudra's explanation, the middle-aged man's expression changed, he was in
complete shock.
Everyone in this world knew how important
spiritual energy was, as it was very difficult to cultivate spiritual energy
alone. Therefore, no matter which cultivation people use, they always try to
seize the chance to gain such pills or medicines that would increase their
spiritual energy.
"My pill contains calm formulas and the
Ayurveda power of the ingredients used are very peaceful, so it won't cause
anything dangerous to the consumer.", As if Rudra had read that Middle-aged
man's mind, he explained in a calm voice.
"Mister, please wait for a moment, I would like to ask our auction halls alchemy
expert to asses this item to determine its authenticity, condition, and
potential value.", that man kept that pill in the box on the table in front of
him and asked respectfully.
"Sure, but better hurry up", without
showing any traces of any expression in his voice, he pulled a chair from the
side and seated himself on it.
The middle-aged man nodded, and he
immediately stood up and hurriedly rushed out of the room. Rudra just sat
there, remaining silent, but still, his thoughts ran inside his mind. After
waiting in that room for a while, that middle-aged man returned with an old
man.
That old man was wearing a white Kurta with
yellow borders and Intricate designs, he was wearing a dhoti as a legwear,
following up similar designs as the Kurta. He had a mala (garland) of beads
from which floated out a medicinal fragrance, wrapped around his hands.
Rudra could easily feel the spirituality
and pure aura of that old man. Rudra stood up in respect and bowed with a
Namaste to that old man. Indeed that old man was worthy of respect if he was a
saint.
That middle-aged man came to Rudra and
introduced the old guy, "This is Mister Devjan, first chakra ninth stage
saint.", that man then gestured towards Rudra, "And this is the mister, who
wants to consign his pills for auction."
That saint looked up at Rudra and stared at
him as if trying to peek inside him, but then the saint nodded as he
appreciated Rudra's will to cultivate the saint way. He frowned a little, and
then he walked up to the table and picked up a pill kept in the box.
Looking at it carefully, Devjan was trying
to inspect that pill.
Devjan releases his spiritual energy and
sends it to his hand, and through his spiritual energy he tries to check that
pill. Sniffing the medical fragrance of that pill, he stood still for a few
moments. He felt another spiritual energy inside that pill, which was due to
the pills absorbed Rudra's spiritual energy remnant.
Here Rudra could also feel another
spiritual energy that was Devjan's, entering the pill, and running through,
checking all its abilities. Suddenly Devjan opened his eyes, with a hint of
respect, he looked towards the boy wearing the mask, "Although, this is a rank
1 pill, it seems quite good, each of these could be sold at a higher price."
Listening to these words, the middle-aged
man smiled at Rudra and asked, "Mister, do you have any plans on auctioning
this thing?"
"Sure I do, but do it as fast as
possible.."
"No worries mister, take this VIP pass and
head on to the second auction room, very soon an auction is about to begin, we
will auction your pills there."
Rudra took that pass, which was a metal
card, and left the room. Only after Rudra left the room, that middle-aged man
questioned Devjan, "Devjan do you believe he is an alchemist?"
"Yes, he indeed is an alchemist, even while
inspecting and assessing his pills, I could feel his spiritual energy.", Devjan
still had a lot of respect in his voice for that mysterious guy.
"But the weird thing is, there is not even
a single alchemist in this city, when did a person become an alchemist, and I
didn't have the news, I guess he is from another city.", Devjan expressed his
feelings of confusion and suspiciousness.
"Shall I do some research?"
Devjan paused for a bit before he shook his
head, "I think doing so will not be a good idea. If he notices you trying to
dig out his history, he may have a bad impression of our auction house, and we
can't afford that, no one would want to leave a bad impression on an alchemist
in this world."
"As he is the only alchemist in the city
except for me right now, having a good impression on him can get us a lot of
benefits from him.", Devjan turned around and said, "Remember even if we can't
be friends with him, don't even offend him."
"As you say Devjan I understand!", the
middle-aged man said with a smile.