8: To get rich, first practice alchemy

Luo Yan looked at his aged face and calm eyes, and most of the doubts in her heart dissipated.

What kind of trouble could a Qi Refining ninth-layer, elderly Cultivator possibly cause?

It was nothing more than a pastime to kill time.

After all, he had a good Revered Master!

If it were anyone else with this talent wanting to stay in the Yin Yang Sect, they would have been expelled from the sect long ago!

She nodded and instructed the trembling waiter:

"Follow the list and prepare ten sets of medicinal ingredients for Fellow Daoist Yao, and give him a discount."

"Many thanks, Steward Luo!" Yao Delong thanked her.

The medicinal ingredients for ten sets of Spirit Recovery Pills and blood activating pills cost him a full 500 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, making his heart ache so much he twitched.

Stowing the pile of medicinal ingredient packages, which looked like a small mountain, into his Storage Ring, Yao Delong did not stop walking.

He then familiarly turned into a shop in the corner of the market, which hung a flag reading "Old Iron Artifact Refining Workshop" and was filled with clanging noises from inside.

As soon as he entered the door, a voice as loud as thunder and filled with intense heat exploded;

"Yo! Old Yao! A rare guest! You, the Revered Master of storybooks, what leisure do you have today to visit my smithy?

Could it be you haven't forgotten your hero dream and want to forge a sword?"

A burly man with a full beard, knotted muscles on his chest, and wearing only a thick leather apron, walked up to him with a laugh,

his fan-sized hand reaching out to slap Yao Delong on the shoulder.

The long sword outside Yao Delong's house was forged by him, but unfortunately, Yao Delong had no talent.

After trying for a period of time, it was left at the door to gather dust!

Yao Delong quickly sidestepped to avoid it; this Old Iron Hammer had Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivation.

If he took one slap, his old bones would likely fall apart.

"Brother Iron Hammer, stop it! It's not like you don't know about my talent. My frail body can't withstand your slaps!"

He waved his hand with a bitter smile.

"Haha! Old guy, still so easily teased!"

Old Iron Hammer (that's what everyone called him) laughed loudly, his voice echoing continuously throughout the noisy workshop.

"Tell me, what is it? Did you come out with a new storybook again? Hurry up and say it.

I haven't had enough of that 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven Causes Havoc in Heaven' from last time! That monkey is awesome!"

"I have plenty of storybooks, I'll bring you new ones next time," Yao Delong smiled. "I came today to ask you, Brother Iron Hammer,

do you have... any idle, cheap Pill Furnace here? A Low Grade Spiritual Artifact will do."

Old Iron Hammer trembled all over; this old guy was pulling this on him.

"Pill Furnace? Why do you want that thing? You want to learn Alchemy too? Old guy, do you have a fever?"

As he spoke, he made a gesture to reach out and touch his forehead.

"Sigh, I'm just bored. I haven't tried Alchemy before, so I'm preparing to learn it to pass the time!"

Yao Delong didn't blush or skip a beat, spouting nonsense right away!

Old Iron Hammer rubbed his prickly beard, stared at Yao Delong for a long while, and suddenly slapped his thigh;

"Fine! If someone else wanted to buy it, I would definitely charge them! But since you, Old Yao, want it, no problem!"

He turned and dived into the warehouse behind, which was piled with Ore and semi-finished Magical Artifacts. After a clanging sound,

he dragged out a dusty, pitch-black, basin-sized, three-legged, round-bellied Pill Furnace of Low Grade Spiritual Artifact quality.

"Here! It's junk I made when practicing years ago. The fire path isn't very smooth in a few places, and the Spirit Gathering effect is a bit poor. It's been thrown in the warehouse gathering dust for many years.

It's yours! Take it and play with it!"

Old Iron Hammer waved his hand generously and stuffed the Pill Furnace into Yao Delong's arms.

"But! It's a deal, next time you come, you must bring new storybooks! They need to be more exciting!"

Yao Delong holding the heavy black furnace, feeling the residual smoke and fire, and Old Iron Hammer's generosity,

a warmth welled up in his heart: "Many thanks, Brother Iron Hammer! The new storybook will satisfy you!"

Yao Delong then set off on his journey home.

When he returned to the dilapidated thatched cottage on Luoxia Peak, the sun had already set.

A crescent moon was struggling to slowly climb toward the middle of the sky.

Yao Delong closed the door, lit an oil lamp, and placed the black Pill Furnace on the open ground in the room.

He took out the "Red Sun Wood" spirit firewood he bought during the day and piled it at the bottom of the Pill Furnace.

He took a deep breath, his perfected "Lock Dragon Art" circulated within his body, and a pure stream of spiritual power permeated out,

following the fire control techniques recorded in the "Alchemy Classic" in his mind, and precisely struck it into the spirit firewood.

Sizzle!

The Red Sun Wood was instantly ignited, and orange flames rose up.

Under the guidance of Yao Delong's exquisite spiritual power, it evenly and stably wrapped around the bottom of the Pill Furnace.

He sat cross-legged, his expression focused, with no trace of his previous relaxed demeanor.

Spiritual power permeated his body, like the most nimble fingers, precisely wrapping around the first set of medicinal ingredients for the Spirit Recovery Pill: Dew Condensing Grass, Qi Gathering Flower, Origin Returning Root...

Spiritual power permeated, stripped, and squeezed!

Under the guidance of the perfected Alchemy Classic knowledge, Yao Delong's movements were like those practiced thousands of times, flowing like clouds and water!

The Impurities turned into green smoke and dissipated, leaving only the purest emerald green medicinal liquid essence.

It floated in the air, emitting vigorous medicinal power fluctuations. Purification complete!

With a thought, his spiritual power supported several clusters of medicinal liquid essence and precisely threw them into the heated Pill Furnace.

Sizzle!

Once the medicinal liquid entered the furnace, it sublimated and concentrated at a specific temperature! Yao Delong's ten fingers flew,

strands of subtle spiritual power, like a woven net, were precisely struck into the Pill Furnace.

Controlling the subtle changes in heat, guiding the perfect Fusion of the medicinal liquid.

His attention was locked tightly inside the Pill Furnace, feeling the changes in every trace of medicinal properties.

Time passed bit by bit.

A strange medicinal fragrance filled the thatched cottage.

Finally!

Hum!

The Pill Furnace emitted a slight hum! A wisp of pure white pill aura overflowed from the edge of the furnace lid!

Yao Delong's eyes lit up! His hands formed the pill-forming seal!

"Open!"

The lid was lifted! Ten pills, the size of dragon eyes, perfectly round, jade-green in color, with clear cloud patterns flowing on the surface, floated quietly in the air!

A rich medicinal fragrance rushed towards his face!

First-grade Spirit Recovery Pill! Perfect quality! "It's a success!" Yao Delong roared in excitement.

His wrinkled face flushed with an unnatural red from excitement.

He carefully wrapped the ten pills with his spiritual power.

Feeling the pure medicinal power within, far exceeding ordinary Spirit Recovery Pills, his heart was filled with pride!

With the first success, his confidence doubled, and he immediately began to refine blood activating pills.

His technique became increasingly proficient! Fire control, purification, Fusion, pill condensation...

The whole process was completed in one go, even smoother than the first furnace!

The furnace opened!

Eleven blood-red blood activating pills with clear pill patterns and emitting a rich aura of blood and Qi appeared before his eyes!

Also of perfect quality!

"Hahaha! The System is indeed awesome!" Yao Delong could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.

The sound echoed in the dilapidated thatched cottage, filled with the joy of eighty years of suppression!

At this moment, Yao Delong was full of confidence, forgetting fatigue, forgetting time, as one set of medicinal ingredients after another was thrown into the furnace by him.

The flames of the Red Sun Wood burned all night, and the medicinal fragrance in the thatched cottage became stronger and stronger.

When the first ray of morning sun shone through the cracks in the window.

Twenty crude little jade bottles were neatly placed in front of Yao Delong.

Spirit Recovery Pill: twelve bottles, ten pills per bottle, totaling one hundred and twenty pills!

blood activating pill: fourteen bottles, ten pills per bottle, totaling one hundred and forty pills!

A full two hundred and sixty perfect quality first-grade Medicinal Pills!