In addition to the line pointing to the feather, Martin noticed that four faint marks were faintly emerging in the four directions of the page, which were:

Above: a sign of a gust of wind;

Below: a sign of a pinch of soil;

Left: the sign of a pot of fire;

Right: A sign for a few drops of water.

These marks are made up of simple lines, but they are very vivid, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The line with a feather at the end belongs to the area above the [Wind], but it is only on the edge, not deep into the core.

However, from the [Feather] sign at the end, a few more dotted lines extended upward, and they came to an abrupt end halfway through, but like a tributary of a river, they entered the core area of the [Wind] sign.

"It's... Map? ”

Martin looked at the pattern on the page that looked like a river and a tree branch, as if he were looking at a map.

"If [Feathers] means [Madonna Body], then do these extended lines refer to other potions that are concocted with [Madonna Body]..."

"But how can I get the recipe for the next step..."

Martin continued to flip back as he flailed, looking for changes in the cookbook beyond the page.

Then, after he saw the map of the [Salt of Life] on this page, some words appeared on a page that was originally blank.

That's a "recipe", or rather a recipe:

"The Virgin in the Flesh"

"Elemental Vector: Wind"

"Potions Level: Black"

"Recipe:

100ml [Nightingale] spirit

+10 g of brown coral powder

+6 drops of fish oil

+2 Black Lotus

+1 tsp of Life Salt. ”

"Potion Description: The potion recipe is said to have come from a great saint in history, who wore men's clothes with short hair and whipped men who had committed crimes, and cursed with expletives in her mouth."

"This saint is a little strange......"

Martin looked at the potion's explanation, and the scene of an irascible short-haired woman whipping the prisoner came to mind.

He shook his head and shook off the strange picture, settled down, then closed the page, looked at the lines on the cover of the recipe and asked:

"The Salt of Life does have a new path to the [Feather] map."

"That means that your [Madonna Flesh] has been successfully concocted, sir, [Feather] is the attendant of [Wind], and [Madonna Flesh] itself belongs to the realm of [Wind Element]."

"In addition to this path, there are also several dotted lines extending from the [feather]."

"That's the [Black Potion], the [White Potion] that can be concocted through the [Body of the Holy Mother], and there may even be [Yellow Potion] or even [Red Potion]!"

White Face said excitedly, but then its eyes drooped again.

"Cook is ashamed, sir, Cook doesn't know the next potion recipe."

It calls itself Cook, and its drooping expression combined with its somewhat hoarse voice really makes people feel like it's admitting mistakes.

Just as Martin turned his mind to ask about the irascible blackface cookbook, Whiteface added:

"But sir, there's one thing that might give Cook some potion recipes even further."

"Oh? What is it? ”

"I remember that when you took out the [Salt of Life], there seemed to be a bottle of 'meat' in it."

Bai Yan changed his previous tone and said in a somewhat expectant tone:

"Eating 'meat' gives Cook access to the information it contains."

After the white face finished speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unnaturally.

"Meat?"

Martin was puzzled, he took out the glass bottle containing the broken flesh next to the [Salt of Life], and gestured to the white face:

"This?"

"Yes."

The white face swallowed again, and although its mouth only had a few simple lines, the expression outlined by the lines seemed very real.

"A little bit is fine."

Martin looked at the glass bottle in his hand, then turned his head to look at the blackface cookbook, and found that it was also staring at the 'meat' in his hand, staring intently, making swallowing movements, not at all like the grumpy it before.

Out of curiosity, Martin had been collecting the crumbling flesh from the Plantagenet Palace, and he could vaguely feel that something was attracting him, but he couldn't figure it out.

And now, for the first time, these remnants of the collapse have a concrete use.

He thought about it, opened the cap of the glass bottle, and scooped out some pasty liquid from it with a spoon.

He brought the spoon to the mouth of the white-faced recipe, and then he saw that the lips of the recipe were open, like a person opening his mouth wide, and in the middle of the lips, the cover of the recipe was also cracked, revealing a dark hole.

Martin sent the remnants of the spoon into the hole, and the white face immediately began to "chew", and the lines of his face twisted to show an expression of enjoyment.

"This complex smell... Cook has a lot to understand..."

The white face continues to "chew", it "shakes its head" and speaks very slowly, like a tricky food critic.

Halfway through the "chewing", the white face suddenly froze, no longer shaking the "head", but fixed there, the lines of the mouth and jaw twisted wildly, as if chewing a piece of elastic cow's hoof tendon.

'Cook tasted it!' The smell of water and wind! Sweetness mixed with a hint of sourness... Yes! It's delicious! ”

Bai Face said excitedly, his voice full of satisfied pleasure.

"Cook knows, sir!"

It opened its "eyes" and said cheerfully to Martin:

"Cook got a potion recipe!"

"[Morning Dew of the Sea]:

150ml [Nightingale] Liquor + 10g Blood Chalcedony + 13 drops St. John's Wort Juice + 2 hops stamens + 2 drops spiny sea snake spinal fluid + 2 teaspoons of Life Salt. ”

"[White Potion]! This is a [White Potion] recipe! It's a powerful healing agent! ”

The white face almost cheered.

Martin heard the words of the white face, and turned it open again, and came to the page of [Atlas - Salt of Life].

I saw that on this page, the map, which originally only had an upward path, now has a zigzag line to the upper right.

At the end of that line is a white heart.

The new path was so three-dimensional that Martin noticed that it rotated three times clockwise and then four times counterclockwise.

On top of that, this tortuous new path has some weird little signs in the area it passes through.

There were huge stones, a large patch of water, howling winds, and red flames.

If you look at this page as a map, the environment in the area through which this path passes is as harsh as hell.

"What are these......"

Martin muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?"

The white face on the cover of the recipe - Cook heard Martin's voice and naturally took over the conversation.

"The Salt of Life has once again added a new line path between the Wind and Water elements, and it takes on a spiraling form, passing through many boulders, water, wind, and flames."

Martin described what he saw to Cook.

"These Cooks know, sir."

The white face said with a little pride.

"The shape of the potion path represents the direction in which the medicine spoon is stirred, the boulder represents grinding, the water mark represents dissolution, and the wind and flame represent the catalysis and calcination of the bellows."

"These are all the refining steps of the potion, and the [Black Potion] is used as the basic potion, generally speaking, you only need to fuse the materials, just like the [Holy Mother Body] you concocted just now."

"But when the potion level is [white] and above, there may be progressively more complex procedures, special and mysterious spells, rituals, and may require the preparation of altars and related utensils."

"This is the embodiment of an alchemist's cultivation."

Cook introduced a lot in one breath, his tone was like that of a professional teacher, and there was even a hint of pride in his tone.

"I see..."

Martin thought to himself.

"If the recipe hadn't been activated, I'm afraid I wouldn't have figured out what it meant..."

Thinking of this, Martin couldn't help but be a little glad that his choice was made, it seems that [Activation] is not necessarily a betrayal, as long as he learns to make good use of it, it will also help a lot.

He flipped back as he thought about it, trying to see if the recipe for [Morning Dew of the Sea] had also appeared.

Sure enough, after the formula of the [Virgin Body], he found another page with the recipe.

The names and recipes stated above are consistent with Cook's description, and clearly indicate the properties and levels of the potion:

"Elemental Vector: Water → Wind"

"Potions Level: White"

In addition to this, there is also a way to refine potions below:

"Put in 3 parts Bacchus, 7 parts Whirlwind in the opposite direction, and finally let the God of Fire take everything."

"What kind of refining method is this... Can anyone understand? ”

Martin complained in his heart.

The potion description at the bottom is a bit strange:

"The essence of the sea, the healing elixir, but be careful not to hurt yourself."

Martin didn't dwell on this note, but closed the recipe and asked the white-faced Cook on the cover:

"Is it possible to make this [Morning Dew of the Sea] now?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I smell St. John's wort and hop stamens in the medicine cabinet, but the spinal fluid of the spiny sea snake, the poison that poisons a ghost-headed whale, doesn't seem to be present in this room."

Martin had anticipated this situation, and it was lucky enough for him to be able to directly concoct the [Virgin Body].

He didn't say anything more, but walked over to the blackface cookbook.

In the process, the white-faced Cook let out a sinister smile, and his voice became flattering again, and said to Martin:

"Burn it, sir! So I can provide you with all the recipes! No matter which substrate it is! [Salt of Life], [Oil of Nothingness], and even [Peacock's Tail]! ”

With such a voice, Martin came to the side of the blackface recipe, and saw that it said with a hideous expression:

"Shut up, you despicable coward!"

It stared at Martin next to it, and although it had no pupils, Martin could still see the intense resentment in its eyes, and it "roared" at Martin:

"Come on! You greedy lowly human! Someday, you'll understand how stupid it is to burn me! ”

Martin looked at it calmly and said to it:

"When did I say I was going to burn you?"

Blackface's expression froze when he heard Martin's words.

"Instead of burning you, I'm going to offer you this."

Martin spread out his left hand, holding the glass bottle containing the remnants of the collapse in his palm.

He saw the irrepressible longing in the blackface's expression, and continued:

"Something you've always dreamed of."