Normally.
The monks who first enter the early stage of foundation building want to break through to the middle stage of foundation building, which is the fourth level of foundation building.
Under all ideal conditions.
It takes thirty or forty years!
Each subsequent realm will take longer.
Although you can take some elixirs to improve your mana, those elixirs are all extremely rare and can only be found in some high-standard auctions, and the transaction prices are often extremely expensive, making it difficult to afford even a foundation building overhaul.
Take the lifespan of a monk in the foundation building period of more than two hundred years as an example.
This progress is actually relatively smooth.
If in the next hundred years, we can break through to the late stage of foundation building.
Then he has the slightest qualification to attack the golden elixir.
Of course, it’s just a hint of qualification.
If you have ordinary qualifications, you may end up wasting your time, that is, you will be wandering in the early stages of foundation building.
Wang Xiu had only been able to build the foundation for half a year, but he had already broken through to the second level of foundation building.
This speed can scare countless people to death.
If it were anyone else, even things like stabilizing one's realm and converting to cultivation techniques would not have been completed yet.
Therefore, Wang Xiu is not in a hurry.
He has plenty of time.
…
In addition to practicing the Buddha Art every day, Wang Xiu also studies the Return to the Sun Sword Art.
This sword technique must be the most convenient method that Wang Xiu uses now, besides his natal magical power [Xuanhuang Transformation].
And then.
It is to study the art of alchemy and prepare for the subsequent practice of [Six Gods Body Training Art] to refine the elixirs.
Wang Xiu was already familiar with the twelve alchemy seals recorded in the "Introduction to Elementary Alchemy".
In recent days, I have started to make alchemy.
When I was just starting out, I naturally started practicing with the most basic level one [Rejuvenating Pill].
He didn't have an alchemy furnace in his hand.
But fortunately, I used my cultivation level in the foundation building stage to refine the first-level elixir and used the spiritual flame to refine it in the void, so I was able to cope with it.
The failure rate is just a little higher.
One month later.
After losing more than a hundred kilograms of medicinal materials.
Wang Xiu was already familiar with refining Yuan Dan.
Swish, swish, swish!
The spiritual flames dissipated.
Several streamers the size of fingernails fell into Wang Xiu's hands.
It turned into five yellow-orange elixirs.
One of the lights flickered slightly, then suddenly turned into ashes and became a useless elixir.
"A pair of medicinal materials can turn into up to five pills... The pill-formation rate of my [Rejuvenation Pill] has been stabilized at about 80%!"
Wang Xiu took out an elixir bottle from his storage bag and put the elixir in it.
The table is already full of bottles.
These are all his achievements over the past month.
He sighed with emotion: "Based on this, my alchemy skills can barely be considered as a first-level low-grade one, right?"
Not high, but at least you're getting started.
And it's not too slow.
But Wang Xiu discovered that his talent in alchemy was not as good as that of weapon refining and talisman refining.
This is also normal.
After all, where are the true all-rounders in this world?
Of course, his advantage is that he has the power of faith to assist in enlightenment, so that his final learning efficiency is not inferior to that of most so-called geniuses in the world!
Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve this step in such a short period of time.
…
The rising sun rises over the hills.
Everyone in the Blackstone Tribe has woken up from their slumber.
The high priest opened the door and walked out. The morning sun fell on him, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes and stretch out comfortably.
It’s time to say it or not.
After living in this new house, my sleep smells much better and I feel younger.
He stretched his muscles.
Habitually walked towards Wang Xiu's house.
When he got up every day, the first thing he did was to salute the Prophet.
If the prophet has not left seclusion, then worship him through the courtyard gate.
Then quietly retreated.
If the prophet has been released from confinement, then go up to see him and see if he has any new instructions.
He couldn't remember when this habit started.
I don’t think it’s tiring to do this either.
On the contrary, if I can't see the prophet for a day, my heart will feel empty!
If you see it, it's like you have found the backbone!
How long has it been since the prophet came to their tribe?
The tribe has completely changed!
This is a blessing!
What a blessing from God!
Of course he had selfish motives and hoped that the prophet could stay in their tribe, but at the same time, he also felt that this idea was a bit unrealistic.
Their tribe is too small, too small!
Sooner or later, the prophet will leave!
So, now it’s time to meet once, less once!
…
The high priest had not seen the prophet for a long time.
I thought it would be the same today.
I planned to bow and leave.
But as soon as he walked near the courtyard gate, he smelled an extremely strong fragrance, which made his index finger move and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"What smells so good?"
He shrugged his nose and couldn't help but speed up his steps.
Immediately, he saw the prophet and the girl Xuan standing in front of a tall black iron block about half a person, talking about something.
The pitch black iron block was in a square shape.
There are three pillars supporting it at the bottom, and a fire is burning underneath.
Hollow inside.
A steady stream of white gas emerged from it, accompanied by the misty glow and divine rays.
That rich fragrance comes from it.
"Put some salt, sprinkle some chopped green onion, stir it and it's almost done, very good..."
Wang Xiu stood aside, instructing Xuan to operate the fish soup in the cauldron in front of her.
There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Xuan, this girl, is extremely talented in cooking. She just demonstrated it once, and she was able to follow the example and learn it completely, and she could even draw inferences from one example.
Really good!
When Xuan heard the prophet's praise, her little face flushed with excitement. She quickly took out the stone bowl and carefully handed a bowl of fish soup to Wang Xiu: "Prophet, would you like to try it?"
Wang Xiu did not refuse, took the stone bowl, took a small taste, and relaxed his brows: "Not bad, very fresh!"
Honestly.
After all, it was Xuan's first time cooking, so her cooking skills were naturally not very good.
But it's definitely not bad.
The key is the ingredient stick, which is the second-level spiritual fish that Shi, Ye and others caught from a pond five miles away from the tribe.
The meat is delicious and contains rich spiritual energy. When it is melted in the fish soup, it becomes a milky white color.
As soon as you take it in your mouth, your mouth will be full of flavor.
How wonderful!
Xuan smiled, very happily.
The eyes looking at Wang Xiu were full of respect and admiration.
The prophet is so smart!
You can actually think of a way to make food like this!
And he knows everything!
Still so strong!
And she looks so good-looking!
Yes, after being in contact with Wang Xiu for a long time, this girl's aesthetic sense has gradually shifted.
I no longer think those muscular primitive people are beautiful.
On the contrary, I felt that the prophet with fair skin and slender figure looked like a person who had walked down from the sky.
Wang Xiu drank a large bowl of soup in one breath.
Then he took a long breath.
He waved to the door of the courtyard: "High Priest, don't stand outside here. Come in and have a taste of the fresh fish soup!"
Only then did Xuan realize that the high priest had arrived.
He quickly stepped forward to help.
The high priest waved his hand and said no, walked quickly to Wang Xiu and saluted, then looked at the boiling liquid in the cauldron and asked doubtfully: "Prophet, what is this...?"
