Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 62 Medicinal Mud

West Street Warehouse.

Dai gently put down the more than 400 kilograms of medicinal herbs.

This weight was nothing to him, but he was very careful, afraid of damaging his boss's things.

"Boss, what should we do with these medicines?"

"Classify, slice, soak in alcohol, or boil into a paste."

Sosuke looked at the mountain of herbs.

He couldn't finish it by himself. Even with Dai, that physical powerhouse, helping him, it wasn't just about physical strength; it was also about finesse.

"Dai, go and wash that big wine vat clean. Scald it three times with boiling water."

"yes!"

Dai immediately got to work.

Sosuke turned and went out; he needed to find someone to help him.

The basement of the orphanage.

Chiba was staring blankly at a small white mouse. The mouse was dead; it had been killed by him when he tried to pierce its brainstem with chakra needles.

He was considering the deviation in force.

Chiba.

Sosuke pushed open the door and entered.

"Come with me."

Chiba looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"Mr. Sosuke, where are you going?"

"Go and help me process the medicinal herbs."

Sosuke brought Chiba to the West Street warehouse.

When Chiba saw the room full of top-quality medicinal herbs, a childlike shock appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"Wild ginseng that's been growing for thirty years..."

"Top-grade safflower..."

"And this...is this dragon bone?"

Chiba picked up a grayish-white fossil, his fingers trembling slightly.

"The book says that these are fossilized bones of an ancient ninja beast, containing extremely strong yang energy."

"You know your stuff."

Sosuke tossed him an apron.

"Your task is to transform these things into energy that the human body can absorb."

"Whether you make soup, ointment, or pills, I only care about the result."

Chiba tied on an apron.

He loved his job. At the orphanage, he only had access to the cheapest hemostatic herbs. Here, however, he had the power to squander top-tier resources.

"I need a copper pot, and a low flame."

Chiba immediately got into the zone.

"Also, this old ginseng cannot be sliced; it must be processed whole to lock in its medicinal properties."

"Dai, listen to him."

Sosuke pointed at Chiba.

"In this house, he has the final say on how the medicine is prepared."

Matt Day looked at the tiny figure that only reached his waist.

"Hey! Kid! Since it's the boss's order, let's burn our youth to brew this medicine!"

Dai lifted the huge wine vat.

Chiba was startled and took a half step back.

But he quickly adapted to this passionate older man.

Over the next few days, the West Street warehouse was transformed into a huge pharmaceutical workshop.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of medicine.

In the center of the warehouse, a huge bronze pot was set up.

This was purchased by Sosuke from a blacksmith at a high price; it is of excellent quality.

The firewood burned steadily at the bottom of the pot.

Matt Day was wearing only his underwear and was drenched in sweat. He was holding a large iron rod and stirring it incessantly in the pot.

"Boss, this stuff is getting thicker and thicker!"

The contents of the pot had a dark golden color.

That was the essence of twenty catties of old ginseng, one hundred catties of angelica, plus dragon bone powder and other medicinal materials, which was concentrated after three days and three nights of boiling.

Chiba stood on a stool, holding a pocket watch in his hand, staring at the bubbling bubbles in the pot.

"The temperature is not high enough."

Chiba pushed up her glasses that had slipped off her nose, her small face serious, slightly flushed from the heat.

"Uncle Dai, increase the frequency."

"Roger that! Burn, my biceps!"

Dai roared, and the iron rod in his hand instantly turned into a blur.

The medicinal paste inside the pot began to swirl wildly, forming a vortex. The moisture was evaporated by the high temperature, and the fibers of the medicinal materials were broken down and reassembled.

The medicinal paste gradually became viscous, and its color changed from dark gold to amber.

That color comes from the polymerization of high concentrations of ginsenosides and plant proteins at high temperatures.

A bitter, fishy-sweet smell permeated the warehouse.

"stop!"

Chiba looked at the pocket watch and shouted.

"Out of the pot!"

Matt Day abruptly pulled back, yanking the large iron rod out of the sticky ointment, leaving a trail of gold thread in its wake.

"It's so heavy!" Dai exclaimed.

The density of this ointment was astonishing, like molten rubber.

Sosuke had already prepared more than a dozen specially made ceramic jars. The three of them worked together to fill the scalding hot medicinal mud into the jars.

After cooling, the medicinal mud solidified into a paste-like substance resembling hard grease.

"That's it?"

Sosuke looked at the jars of golden things.

This contains three million taels of concentrated medicinal herbs.

"Thanks to Uncle Dai's stamina."

Chiba pushed up his glasses, picked up a silver needle, scooped out a little ointment, and examined it under the microscope (which Sosuke had bought at a high price).

"Perfect."

Sosuke also stretched out his finger and gently touched the surface of the ointment.

It's hot. But not the kind of hot that burns the skin.

It's a kind of heat that penetrates into your fingertips and travels upwards along your blood vessels.

"nice one."

Sosuke's eyes lit up.

"Dai, you've worked hard. This bottle of medicine is yours."

Dai was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, this is too expensive..."

"That's an order."

Sousuke interrupted.

"Take off your shirt. All of it."

Dai hesitated for a moment, but did as instructed.

What a body it was! Although the muscles were perfectly defined, the bronze skin was covered with countless old bruises.

Those are the marks left by years of excessive training.

His joints were noticeably swollen and deformed. His spine was slightly curved.

This is the price to pay for practicing the "Eight Gates Formation".

To master this secret technique, one must repeatedly push the limits of their body. Each breakthrough is a form of physical torture.

"Chiba, administer the medicine."

Sousuke said.

"The focus is on the spine and knees."

Chiba nodded, picked up a silver knife, and dug out a piece of medicinal mud.

The medicinal mud was applied to Dai's back.

Nourishes—

It even made a sound like roasting meat. That was the medicine reacting with the old, stagnant blood.

Wearing it felt like countless tiny hammers were hammering my misaligned bones back into place and tearing apart the adhered fascia.

Reshaping. Rebirth.

This must have been very painful, but Dai didn't utter a sound.

An hour later.

Dai lay face down on the bed, his back covered with a thick layer of dark gold hard shell.

The medicinal mud has dried.

He was sleeping. He was sleeping very soundly, snoring loudly.

This was the most restful sleep he had had in the past twenty years.

In the past, no matter how tired he was, physical pain would always wake him up in the middle of the night.

The soreness in my joints and the blockage in my meridians felt like a shackle. But now, that shackle is being melted away little by little by the medicine.

Sosuke sat at the table.

He also applied medicine to his arms, legs, and back.

The feeling was amazing. It was like having lava applied to your body, but instead of burning your skin, the lava turned into countless streams of heat that seeped into your meridians.

The meridians that were previously injured from practicing tool manipulation and teleportation techniques are being repaired at an astonishing speed.

Even the nerve sheaths that were somewhat damaged during his crude electric shock experiments were restored.

"This recovery effect..." Sosuke clenched his fist.

With the aid of this medicinal mud, his "Lightning Release Simulation Training" could be conducted again.

You could even try increasing the current to stimulate deeper nerves.

Of course, a safer and more reasonable plan needs to be developed.