Tianyun Sect, inner gate, alchemy room
After all Dantong disciples finished refining the alchemy, Qiye stepped forward to clean the alchemy furnace step by step.
This time, most of the Dantong disciples failed to refine the first-grade elixir, so there was a large amount of waste elixir residue left in the alchemy furnace.
A total of more than 20 kilograms of residue was cleaned up in seven nights, which is about twice as much as the amount of residue used to refine ordinary elixirs. After all, the number of medicinal materials used to refine first-grade elixirs is much greater than that of ordinary elixirs. Several times.
Although the loss of so many first-grade herbal medicines is nothing to the sect, if it is consumed like this year after year, even the richest sect will feel some pain.
However, after all, this is the price that must be borne to train alchemists. If we can train excellent third- and fourth-grade alchemists in the future, then all the efforts we have made today will be insignificant.
A third-level alchemist, even in this 'third-level noble city', is a very important existence. For example: the sect elders of Tianyun Sect Dantang.
If you come to the 'Second Class Marquis City', you will also be the guests of nobles from aristocratic families.
After all, the highest level of a human alchemist is only level six.
The requirements for becoming an alchemist are too harsh, and only one person can meet them. Moreover, each level of alchemist's promotion increases exponentially in difficulty.
Therefore, entry requirements are difficult and promotion requirements are even more difficult.
These two dilemmas are like a pair of pliers that restrict the development of the alchemist team.
While silently cleaning the alchemy furnace in Qiye, more than a dozen elders of the alchemy hall gathered together to review the twelve successfully refined first-grade elixirs in front of them.
And this refined first-grade elixir is naturally the "Heart-Strengthening Pill" that Qiye had peeked at before.
"Well, this heart-strengthening elixir refined by Yan Wan Nvwa has a round and moist elixir body, clear elixir lines, a strong elixir fragrance without any odor, and a red spiritual energy all over its body. Even among the first-level low-grade elixirs, it can be regarded as one of the best. Excellent work."
An elder of the Alchemy Hall held the elixir in his hand and commented accurately and appropriately.
"Yeah, it's really good. I didn't expect that this kid, Yan Wan, would be able to reach this level of saturation when refining a first-grade elixir for the first time. He is really a rare alchemy wizard! If he polishes it carefully in the future, I believe the quality will be improved soon. To the first-level mid-level..."
Another elder also said with great expectations.
"Yes, this heart-strengthening pill is not inferior at all to most first-grade alchemists..."
The alchemists around him also praised him endlessly.
Qiye had been working silently with his head down, listening to the praises of the alchemist elders. He glanced curiously, and through the gap in the crowd, he saw a green pill lying quietly in the palm of the alchemy elder.
Seeing this, Qiye also silently affirmed the alchemy prowess of the Dantong disciple named Yan Wan. Having experienced countless alchemy drills, he knew the failure rate of refining a first-grade elixir for the first time.
It was like walking a tightrope for the first time, and failure is a normal experience.
As the number of medicinal materials increases, the consumption of soul power in each process will also increase.
After three steps, even the most energetic soul power will be very little left.
Failure to persist will lead to failure in the final step. Just like a long marathon, if you can't maintain your speed until the end, you won't reach the finish line.
Therefore, alchemy is a very test of endurance and perseverance.
"What are you looking at!"
While Qiye was staring at the heart-strengthening pill, a pill boy disciple outside the crowd shouted with some dissatisfaction.
Although these Dantong disciples are called "Dantong", they are all young disciples whose strength has reached the 'war level'.
However, "child" means that they are just a "child" who has not yet started in alchemy, so they are called: alchemy disciples.
Only when a first-grade elixir with a success rate of more than 60% can be refined can one be called an elixir disciple.
Only when you can refine the best first-grade elixir can you be called an alchemist.
Only by continuously polishing the refining techniques of first-grade elixirs to the extreme can a first-grade alchemist have the strength and confidence to advance to a second-grade alchemist.
This is like a craftsman who makes high-precision handicrafts. Only by continuously improving his skills can he have the confidence to challenge more difficult fields.
Therefore, when this alchemy disciple who failed in alchemy was in a bad mood, he saw a servant who was cleaning the alchemy hall peeking in, and he vented his anger and scolded him.
"nothing……"
After being shouted at by others, Qiye calmly looked back, casually looked at the twenty-year-old Dantong man in front of him, and then continued to work hard.
"Humph, country bumpkin, why are you looking at making alchemy!"
The Dantong disciple said something with great disdain.
"Forget it, Zi Gao, if you have the nerve, don't go out and follow the others. If you fail this time, just try harder next time."
Next to him, a companion came to the rescue.
"What's so great..." Qiye muttered in a low voice.
"What did you say! Say it again if you can!"
When the young man named Zi Gao heard Qi Ye's muttering, he immediately got angry and said something evil.
"Nothing said."
Qiye raised his head, looked straight up, and spoke calmly.
Then he packed up the waste elixir residue and quickly left the alchemy room.
"Little beast, don't let me catch you!"
Seeing Qiye running away after contradicting him, Zi Gao cursed fiercely in his heart.
The crowd around them were all listening to the elder's comments on the elixir, and naturally no one paid attention to the quarrel between a disciple on the periphery and Qiye. Even the young man who came to the rescue didn't pay too much attention.
But Zi Gao, who was contradicted, hated Qi Ye Ji for no reason:
Think about yourself in the alchemy room. Although your family background is similar to that of other disciples, your strength is very mediocre. You are only at the "First Level of Early War Level" at the age of twenty-six. Your strength at this age can be considered to be on the lower side.
If it weren't for the fact that he had some alchemy aptitude and his soul power reached 1900, I might not have been able to enter Tianyun Sect at all.
However, after he entered the Tianyun Sect's Alchemy Hall, he discovered that there were many people with better talents and qualifications than him.
Even Yan Wan, who was ten years younger than him, was not as talented as him in alchemy. And my level of alchemy is probably at the bottom among this group of disciples.
Therefore, for Zi Gao, who lives on the bottom floor of the alchemy room, no one pays attention, no elders expect him, and he does not even have resources and preferential treatment. He is occasionally bullied by his peers, and he seems to be deprived of his sense of existence.
This imbalance of mentality completely washed away Zi Gao's fragile sense of superiority.
What made him feel even more humiliated was:
My alchemy skills are not as good as those of my peers. Even a servant who cleans the alchemy room looks down on me. This is simply a naked insult.
Therefore, although Qiye just said it casually without intention, it was misinterpreted by Zi Gao with a twisted mentality as looking down on him.
Therefore, in life, sometimes an inadvertent action or even an unintentional word can accidentally become the trigger that ignites the powder keg.
Naturally, Qiye, who left, would not have thought that a sentence he did not target would have taken root in Zi Gao's heart to hold a grudge.
After leaving the alchemy room, Qiye went straight back to the back yam garden. Enter the house and place a bag full of waste elixir residue on the table.
Picking up one of the waste elixirs, I saw that the surface of the elixir was pitted and completely charred. It seemed that during the elixir condensation process, due to severe consumption of soul power, the fire was unable to be accurately controlled, resulting in loss of control of firepower and scorching the elixir.
Just as Qiye was about to take out the alchemy melting furnace and put all the twenty kilograms of waste elixir residue back into the furnace for regeneration, a strange thought suddenly came to his mind:
Can you use soul spider silk to explore the inside of this elixir?
After having this idea, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and a kind of passion instantly ignited his interest.
After all, Qiye is just an eight-year-old child. Children are curious about unknown things and are always full of interest in seeking knowledge.
A few strands of spider silk floated out from Qiye's fingertips. The spider silk, which was only as thin as a hair and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, slowly penetrated along the broken cracks on the mortal medicine.
Through the bridge built by the spider silk, Qiye's consciousness can clearly see the inside of the pill. It's like a camera looking through microscopic matter, with the internal structure clearly visible.
"Well, it seems that there are still medicinal residues in the elixir..."
After seeing clearly that the medicinal materials inside were not completely burned, Qiye had a few thoughts in mind.
"I wonder if the effective medicinal properties can be extracted?"
He held his chin in his hand and thought. Judging from what he had just observed, these effective medicinal residues were not completely in the center of the elixir like a fruit core, but were dispersed throughout the elixir like grains of sand.
Looking at the soul spider thread that was still slowly crawling into the elixir, Qiye patted his head and said suddenly:
Yes! Still rely on it!
So, with one move with one hand, the five fingers shot out thousands of spider silks. Shaking his fingers slightly, the silk held the pill in the air, and then like an electric drill, it stabbed the pill from all directions.
In the void, the dark waste elixir the size of a dragon's eye continued to slide down with sand-like elixir ash on its surface, and its volume continued to melt at a slow speed.
After just ten breaths, the waste elixir was peeled off into a few "elixir grains" the size of rice grains. This was the last remaining effective medicinal property.
"Success!"
Looking at these green pills, Qiye grinned in surprise.
After having successful experience, Qiye rolled up his sleeves to encourage him, and shot out thousands of threads of soul spider silk from his ten fingers.
Each finger is responsible for peeling off one waste pill, and ten fingers can peel off ten pills at the same time.
Qiye needs to complete the peeling off of ten waste pills at the same time in one breath. This requires not only strong soul control, but also the ability to coordinate and multi-task.
This is also extremely beneficial to the training of soul power.
Swish, brush, brush...
In mid-air, ten waste pills were being consumed at an astonishing speed.
However, although Qiye was ambitious, some waste elixirs fell off when they were tenth of the way through. As time went on, new problems arose. Some waste elixirs were also stripped away along with their effective medicinal ingredients. Some waste elixirs have too much black residue left...
"Oh, it seems I'm impatient."
After a brief moment, Qiye realized deeply after looking at the unsatisfactory results in front of him.
Admittedly, before he started, he realized that his soul power might not be able to take care of it. However, Qiye really wanted to know where the limit of his soul power was, so he still tried without hesitation even though he knew this.
The result this time: three pills fell, three pills went out of control, one pill was peeled off in half, and only three waste pills were peeled off completely. Qiye was not surprised by this result.
Just imagine, there are a thousand fine soul spider threads on a fingertip, and each thread requires a trace of soul power to control.
Ten fingers, ten thousand spider threads, even if his soul power now reaches the level of a third-grade alchemist, he still can't control it at all.
