C8 A Pill as Black as Ink
"Here are all the herbs you asked for, sir." The maid handed over a box filled with herbs.
These were common spiritual plants. Many could be found in Jueming Pavilion.
Qin Ming checked and weighed the box. Then asked, "How much Spirit Stones does this cost?"
"190 Low-grade Spirit Stones."
"Here you go."
After he paid for the items, they went back to his bedroom.
"Brother, what are you going to do? You're not going to perform alchemy by yourself, are you?"
Qin Ming smiled at her mischievously and replied, "Of course, I am. What do you think I bought these Spiritual Plants?"
Qin Qing's eyes swept across the room carefully. "Big brother, you know you need to prepare an alchemy furnace first, right?"
She wondered since she knew it was basic information in making pills.
How could he refine pills without an alchemy furnace?
She thought her brother was confused. After all, there was no alchemy furnace in the small room.
"Who said we'll use an alchemy furnace?" Qin Ming beamed at her.
He turned away and said, "Pill God Body, concoct."
In an instant, a purple flame appeared in front of him.
"So beautiful!" Qin Qing exclaimed.
"Brother, how did you do that? Can you teach me?" She couldn't help but stare at the beautiful flame in front of her excitedly.
"Nope!" Qin Ming teased as he shook his head. He opened the box in his hand and took out the Spiritual Plant, then threw it in the direction of the flame.
The Spiritual Plant lined up in front of the purple flame, like an obedient flock of sheep. One by one, they approached the flame.
They instantly melted and turned into pure liquid medicinal beads. There were red, green, yellow, and all kinds of colors. They were extremely beautiful.
Like a speed of light, the herbs fused into small liquid beads. Supported by an invisible force, they danced up and down in the air.
Qin Qing couldn't help but be mesmerized at the sight of them.
As the small medicinal beads continued to merge on their own, Qin Ming commanded, "Refining!" They suddenly turned into solid small medicinal pills and flew into his hands.
Qin Ming gazed at the seven-patterned Qi Gathering Pill in his hands and wiped a nonexistent sweat on his forehead.
His body was still too weak, and he lacked the strength to refine pills since refining a high-grade Qi Gathering Pill required so much effort.
Just a little more.
He almost finished refining the Perfect Qi Gathering Pill.
If a perfect nine-patterned Qi Gathering Pill appeared in a small place like the Liu City, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
Although he didn't manage to refine a nine-patterned Qi Gathering Pill, Qin Ming still managed to refine a seven-patterned pill using Pill God's strength.
"How could he possibly do that?" Qin Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at the pill in Qin Ming's hand in disbelief.
Something was encrypted on the pills.
Seven!
Woah!
Seven patterns. A high-grade pill!
The pills were divided into four grades. Low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and perfection.
A Martial Master utilized on a high-grade Qi Gathering Pill for cultivation. Each of these pills costs 10 middle-grade Spirit Stones.
10 Mid-grade Spirit Stones was equivalent to 1000 Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Wasn't it difficult to make alchemy?
Especially without an alchemy furnace?
"Why is there a black pill?" Qin Ming confusingly stared at a black pill in his hand.
In theory, it was impossible for him to refine a failed pill.
'What happened to this black pill?' he thought to himself.
Qin Ming picked up the pill and sniffed it. The Pill God Body immediately reacted to it and immediately knew what it was for.
To Increase the talent of Spirit Root below mid-grade Spirit Root.
An upgrade!
Qin Ming was taken aback. He triggered the natural ability of the Pill God Body, so he had a certain probability to refine a characteristic pill.
But, this ability was too strong!
It was a pill that could increase one's talent. Even Qin Ming, who had lived for over 10,000 years in his previous life, had never heard of it.
"This is awesome!" he whispered to himself.
