Published: December 25, 2024
The things described by that voice were incredibly profound, and she couldn't understand them at all; she instinctively looked up.
Soon, an astonishing scene appeared before her eyes. The young man who had spoken with her earlier was standing on the high platform of the lecture hall, one hand supporting a cracked alchemy furnace, constantly making hand seals while explaining something.
Meanwhile, the alchemists who had rushed in to gather information were all intently listening. Even Master Zhao Ruhui sat below, looking respectful, with expressions of eagerness on their faces.
The alchemy furnace, which should have exploded long ago, was now covered in cracks but seemed remarkably gentle. Fragrant medicinal aromas continuously wafted out from within, surprisingly not wasted.
Moreover, the fragrance grew increasingly rich, obviously indicating that the pills were in the process of being refined, to the point where Xiao Yin was almost dazed.
It was clear that the spiritual herbs inside the furnace were still those refined by Master Zhao Ruhui, but weren't those herbs supposed to be wasted? They had been in such chaos, and yet they could still continue to be refined? What a joke!
She was shocked as she looked up. She saw the furnace spinning rapidly in Qin Chen's hands, and at the same time, he explained, “Actually, the violent reactions of spiritual herbs are not frightening. Each prescription is forged through countless refinements, and the properties of the herbs can completely merge and reconcile with one another. The reason for the violent reactions of spiritual herbs often lies in the alchemist's failure to grasp the order and timing of the fusion of the pills during the refining process.”
“This is just like untangling a ball of thread; you must take it apart bit by bit. If you get the order wrong, it will immediately turn into a tangled mess. At that moment, you absolutely cannot panic because the more you panic, the more control you will lose over the spiritual herbs. Instead, you need to carefully trace the source of the violent herbs, find the starting point, and then proceed step by step to untangle it, and everything will naturally resolve.”
Qin Chen said with a faint smile. Then, he suddenly slammed the alchemy furnace. With a bang, the furnace instantly cracked open, and eight snow-white pills shot skyward, which were the Feixue Pills.
In an instant, the hall was filled with rich pill fragrance, refreshing and invigorating. Everyone who inhaled a whiff felt their pores open up, feeling incredibly refreshed.
“Feixue Pill, a seventh-grade Feixue Pill.”
“Unexpectedly successful in refining, how is this possible?”
“My heavens, given what just happened, it was still successfully refined; this is simply a miracle!”
“Look, those eight pills even have pill patterns on them.”
The crowd was in shock, each one dumbfounded. Although Qin Chen had resolved the furnace explosion, in their hearts, the idea that Qin Chen could refine the Feixue Pills again seemed almost impossible. Yet, the scene before them left everyone speechless, filled with unprecedented astonishment.
The same type of spiritual herb actually has different levels; normally, they are divided into inferior, medium, superior, and special grades.
The presence of pill patterns signifies that the Feixue Pills refined this time have at least reached the superior level because only pills of at least that grade will form patterns.
To stabilize a nearly exploding spiritual herb and successfully refine it again, even producing pills with patterns—could this really be true?
Who exactly is this young man?
“Now, is there anything you don’t understand?” Qin Chen asked with a smile, but his gaze playfully fell on the old man, who wore a look of stunned resignation.
Zhao Ruhui gulped hard, carefully asking with a look of longing, “Master, I’m still not quite clear. Why is it that when the Holy Son of Jinzhao and I teamed up to suppress the violent spiritual herbs, it backfired instead?”