C41 Trying to Concoct Pills

"Kid, you are also an alchemist? Do you have the association's logo? " Two young men in Daoist robes stopped Ye Feng and said disdainfully.

Ye Feng was only sixteen years old. If it wasn't for his extraordinary clothes, they would have thrown him out a long time ago.

A sixteen year old alchemist was absolutely impossible! Putting aside the requirement of an alchemist's spiritual energy, reaching the Profound Soul Stage at sixteen years old with a martial cultivator was already a huge joke!

"I'm not an alchemist, I just want to borrow the association's pill room!" Ye Feng automatically ignored the other party's expression and said indifferently.

The two of them immediately showed a look of disdain and berated, "The Alchemist Association is not a place for you kids to play. Get lost!"

One of them had already revealed a powerful aura. He was a Yellow Soul Realm greater celestial lower level expert.

Of course, he was not an alchemist. He was just a gatekeeper!

The situation here attracted the attention of a few people in the hall. One of them walked over wearing a white Daoist robe with two inscriptions carved on his chest.

A second-grade alchemist!

"What's going on? Whose child is this?" Although Ye Feng was as tall as him, his young face could not hide his age.

The aura emitted from this alchemist was different from that of an ordinary person. It was extremely dangerous to restrain himself!

A Minor celestial Profound Soul Stage martial artist!

This was the first time Ye Feng had come into contact with Profound Soul Realm expert. His powerful mental energy had been restrained to the extreme, and his heart could not help but feel nervous.

"Elder Han, this kid said that he wants to borrow the furnace room. I'm handling it right now!" The two disciples immediately said with a smile on their faces.

An elder level figure! The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly. He took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and waved it in front of Elder Han.

"What kind of crappy thing is this? Little guy, get lost, or else I won't be polite anymore!" That disciple clamored. Then, Elder Han slammed his palm onto that person's face.

"Keep your mouth clean. He's not someone you can offend."

Elder Han looked at the white paper. After reading the delicate handwriting, he was slightly shocked. His attitude towards Ye Feng also calmed down.

The person who was beaten was a little dumbfounded. He obediently stepped aside and thought, Isn't he just a little kid? What's so great about it!

On the white paper was surprisingly the recommendation letter written by Qing Ke. Qing Ke represented the power of the Hun Empire, so naturally no one dared to look down on him.

And to be able to get a recommendation letter from her, it meant that this person was even more terrifying!

Elder Han warmly welcomed Ye Feng in, and said, "Young Master borrowed the alchemy room, and according to the rules, you have to pay 100 soul stone once. But since Boss Qing recommended it, then this fee is exempted!"

"If you need anything, you can ask the Alchemist Association for help at any time. Please!"

After passing through a few corridors, the air was suddenly filled with a hot atmosphere. After sending him into a separate room, Elder Han turned around and left.

However, that warm feeling from before had completely disappeared. Sixteen years old, Yellow Soul Realm alchemist, hehe! It was just a joke!

He only treated this Ye Family's seventh young master as a child playing house! Pill refining? What a joke! Letting him in was only giving Qing Ke some face!

Ye Feng naturally did not have the mood to fuss about so much. In this pill refining room that was more than ten square meters, there was an ancient looking pill furnace in the middle, and there were more than ten fire holes in the ground.

The reason why it was difficult to refine a pill was not only because of the many stringent requirements of an alchemist, but also because of his control over the Pill Fire.

At a critical moment, if there was even the slightest deviation in the control of the Pill Fire, all of his previous efforts might have been for naught.

Ye Feng did not have the experience of refining pill, so he could only adjust the size of the flame according to the records on a pill formula.

There was a star disk beside the pill furnace, and the needle on it could be twisted to adjust the size of the Pill Fire.

The flames used by the Alchemist Association all came from the depths of the earth, and the temperature was incomparably high.

Ye Feng twisted the two needle holders, and the two fire holes under the pill furnace started burning, burning the pill furnace until it was completely red.

He took out the required herbs from the Xumi Ring and placed them in front of him. There were more than a dozen of them.

After that, he tried to concentrate his mind power on the flame. He carefully sensed and tried to use his mind power to control the size of the flame.

He stretched out his other hand, and the true qi in the Zifu followed his meridians and slowly poured into the flame.

On his forehead, the three fire-attribute Black Tortoise imprints flashed with a red light. After a full half an hour, he was finally able to control the flame as he pleased.

Using his mental energy and true qi to control!

This was the most basic skill of an alchemist. An ordinary alchemist might not be able to control the flames at will even after a day!

And with the support of his powerful spiritual energy, it only took him half an hour!

Following the pill formula, Ye Feng placed the herbs in front of him into the pill furnace to refine.

Under the scorching heat, the medicinal herbs slowly shed off the residue and turned into a ball of silver-white liquid that wiggled with gurgling sounds.

After refining a dozen or so herbs into liquid, even Ye Feng was somewhat unable to endure it. He swallowed two recovery pill in succession before he could persist.

Some black matter was slowly extracted from the silver-white liquid and swallowed by the flame.

Only after refining the black dregs would the remaining medicinal liquid be the purest. The duration of this process depended on the experience of an apothecary and the control of the flame!

After more than two hours, Ye Feng finally finished purifying all the medicinal herbs and began the final step of the fusion!

Half an hour later, accompanied by a loud bang, the pill refinement room was filled with a foul miasma.

In front of Ye Feng, the pill furnace was pitch black. The medicinal liquid residue splashed everywhere.

"F * ck! The furnace exploded! Cough cough! My pill and medicinal herbs were all gone just like that?"

Ye Feng touched the residue on the ground and wanted to cry but had no tears. Sure enough, being an alchemist was the richest profession in the world!

"No, let's do it again!" After tidying up, he began another round of pill forging.