He first opened the drawer marked with number 1474, which contained seven-leaf ling, then, putting on an act, he took out a piece of the herb that had been completely dehydrated and sun-dried, and began to sniff it lightly. This was the second step in identifying the medicine: observe its appearance, smell its scent. Olivia Smith imitated the process convincingly, and the servants and workers passing by the pharmacy paid him no mind.

However, at this moment, a similar gleam flickered in Olivia Smith's pupils. In his mind, the seven-leaf ling in his hand gradually revealed its complete form as his internal energy probed it.

His analytical ability could only fully analyze substances touched by the surface of his skin, but if he used his internal force to thoroughly and meticulously explore a substance, he could also analyze its entire and general structure. There was a principle, though: the greater the mass and density of the object, the harder it was for his internal force to penetrate. For example, the axe used by William Parker, with its black tungsten and other rare metals, had never been successfully analyzed by him in the past two months.

But these loosely structured plant fibers were clearly an exception. About twenty seconds later, a chart showing the specific shape, molecular structure, mineral content, and even the elemental composition of the seven-leaf ling appeared in the image mapped in his mind.

Carefully examining those elemental components, Olivia Smith felt a slight sense of disappointment, but he still picked up another sun-dried seven-leaf ling. The chart of a single herb could not prove its universality. So Olivia Smith's approach was to randomly select three to five samples for comparison.

By the time he had saved and recorded all the detailed component data of the seven-leaf ling in the auxiliary parasitic system's memory bank, more than two minutes had passed. By now, William Parker was already squinting impatiently, leaning back and dozing off as usual. Before long, he began to snore softly.

Seeing this, Olivia Smith let out a quiet laugh and ignored him, continuing on his own to the next task: identifying number 1475, creek velvet.

About three hours later, the look of disappointment in Olivia Smith's eyes had only deepened. His face was now slightly pale, and beads of sweat as large as soybeans dripped from his forehead.

Identifying medicines was not exactly physical labor. But for him, it was somewhat different. Each time his internal energy analyzed those herbs, it consumed a bit of his energy. With his current level as only a second-rank warrior, fifty to a hundred types per day was already his limit. Moreover, the so-called auxiliary parasitic system, though it had computer-like abilities, was not truly tireless electronic equipment. It merely optimized and integrated the unused resources in his brain for calculation. Not only did this consume a great deal of physical energy, but continuing for too long would cause permanent damage to his brain cells.

In fact, being able to identify up to number 1543 was the result of more than twenty days of continuous effort. And although Olivia Smith had already found the vast majority of the medicinal components he needed, the most important, most needed, and most crucial one was still nowhere to be found.

Regarding this, Olivia Smith was not particularly anxious at first. But seeing Henry Smith, that is, Uncle Brooks's expression, he feared that the man was already somewhat annoyed with him. It was hard to say how many more times he would be allowed to visit the pharmacy in the future. If he wanted to analyze more medicines later, he would have to buy them himself on the street. Not only would this cost a lot of money, but it would also easily expose his abilities and intentions—

Trying not to let his anxiety show, Olivia Smith covertly glanced again at the innermost medicine cabinets labeled with 'gold foil.' He sighed inwardly—could it be that the ingredient could only be found in those precious medicines?

Unfortunately, not to mention that he couldn't buy these things, even if he had the money and connections to get them, it would only arouse dissatisfaction within the clan. In Yue Family City, although the Yue clan did not forbid others from trading in medicinal herbs, those rare medicines had always been monopolized by the clan, not allowing outsiders to interfere, and even clan disciples were no exception.

Shaking his head slightly, Olivia Smith forced himself to suppress his disappointment and opened drawer number 1544. This time, the label read: bone of the winged rat.

Chapter 0007: Mysterious Substance

When Olivia Smith left the pharmacy, he was humming a tune on his way back. It was a song by a superstar from the twenty-third century that had once swept the entire human world. Unfortunately, his sense of pitch was a bit off, making it lose some of its charm. But that didn't stop others from judging Olivia Smith's extremely cheerful mood from the lively tone and melody.

"Young master, just now Master Henry said you're not allowed to go to the pharmacy anymore!"

William Parker tried to remind him from the side, feeling completely baffled. He really couldn't understand why, after being scolded like that, Olivia Smith was instead in such high spirits. Of course, he also couldn't understand the English song Olivia Smith was singing, only that it sounded pretty good.

"If I can't go, then I can't go. I probably won't need to go again anyway."