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After an unknown period of time, Ye Feng finally woke up. It was pitch black except for a small pile of embers that was glowing faintly.

Seeing that there was fire, Ye Feng's heart relaxed a little. He hurriedly touched his body, but the fire piston wasn't there. Just as he wanted to get up and check, a low roar from a wild beast came from behind him. Ye Feng suddenly turned his head to look, only to see two green eyes staring at him.

"Big brother, is this big brother you?"

"Little Ling! Where are you? "Come to big brother's side!" Ye Feng said, walking towards the direction of Ye Ling's voice, while subconsciously feeling around his waist. But the sword was also not there.

"Big brother, don't be afraid. The black cloud is protecting me."

Ye Ling said as he opened the fire piston and blew the flame. Only now did Ye Feng clearly see that Ye Ling was snuggling up against the Black Cloud Panther that had injured him.

Could it be that Ye Ling's master helped him, and accepted the black panther?

"Little Ling, what's going on?"

"Hehe, did I scare you? It's Master who saved us, Black Cloud will still follow me in the future. "

Ye Ling said as he stood up from Black Panther's body and walked over to the bonfire. He added a few more pieces of firewood and lit them with a fire piston.

"Master even taught me how to treat a wound. Look at my chest, does it hurt anymore?"

When Ye Ling mentioned injuries, Ye Feng felt pain, but for the sake of allowing Ye Ling to cultivate properly, he would naturally not say them.

In the next two days, Ye Feng built a tree house under the protection of the Black Cloud Panther. After that, he bought some blanket, furniture, food and tableware.

At night, Ye Feng made some simple food and climbed back into the tree house to rest. Ye Ling hid in his bed and told Ye Feng something in a low voice.

"Brother, Master wants to teach me alchemy. He said it's good for the cultivation of spells."

"Do you want to learn it?"

"Forging pills requires a lot of ingredients, I'm afraid …"

"Afraid you'll waste your money by refining it, right?"

"After father died, we were always very poor. The last time you were injured by Zhuo Qianfeng, mother cried for a long time, but still couldn't find any money or medicine."

"Brother will start making money tomorrow. Not only will you buy materials for Little Ling to learn alchemy, you will also need to buy new clothes and meat to eat. Go to sleep! "

The morning of the second day, Ye Feng woke up early and took out the gold and jewels in his Qiankun bag to count. Amongst them, there were less than a thousand gold remaining, and only some pearls and jade remaining. The rest were the immortal herbs that Ye Feng had bought.

If only I had a master that teaches alchemy, I could refine some for myself and sell the rest …

"Brat, what do you mean by fiddling with these low level immortal grasses?!"

"My name is Ye Feng, my sister Ye Ling. You have indeed helped us, but the name was bestowed upon us by our late father.

"How dare you! Do you believe that this noble one will destroy your soul and take your sister's body! "

"Hehe, my sister's body isn't as delicate as that of a ghost, right?"

"Then, you are not afraid of death!"

"If one isn't afraid of death, then one shouldn't cultivate. However, as a cultivator, if one is afraid of death, then how would one face heavenly tribulation in the future? Their soul would be destroyed, and they wouldn't even have an afterlife."

"Good, good, good! This sovereign will properly teach you a lesson today! "

After Ye Ling's master finished speaking, a ray of dim light immediately shot into Ye Feng's head. Ye Feng had fought against Magi before, so he knew their methods. He immediately reversed the Qi Gathering Heart Technique, condensed his Qi into the Dantian, and guarded his heart.

Pain! A headache! A splitting headache!

Endure it! If he endured it, he would be able to temper his soul. His primordial spirit would collapse and he would become a cripple!

Ye Feng clenched his teeth and endured, while the dim light repeatedly struck his soul.

A hundred times, Ye Feng was bleeding from his gums. The smell of blood gushed into his brain from his nose and Ye Feng felt like he had returned to the battlefield from his previous life. As far as the eye could see, blood was flowing in rivers, and the ground was littered with broken limbs and corpses.

A thousand times, Ye Feng saw himself becoming the emperor, saw himself finding the way of the heavens, and was about to undergo nine stages of tribulation, yet died in the hands of his brothers.

"Why did you kill me!"

"If a person gains the dao, then a chicken dog ascends to the heavens. I don't want to be a chicken dog for the rest of my life. Don't even dream of obtaining the dao, you can ascend to the heavens!"

"Just for that, you'll kill me!"

"These reasons are more than enough!"

The intense headache disappeared just like that. The ghostly light that had consumed his soul energy returned to the hairpin once more.

Four hours later, Ye Feng opened his eyes and smiled bitterly in a gratified manner. He took out the Black Iron Storage Ring he had been keeping and began to study it again.

The Storage Ring used soul power to recognize its master. Previously, Ye Feng's cultivation was not strong enough and his soul power was weak. After the torture, Ye Feng's soul power increased a lot, but after a while, he found the trick to recognize the master.

The space of the Storage Ring was extremely small, only less than a meter squared. Other than a few changes of clothes, there was only a palm sized teapot inside. Ye Feng did not have anything precious, the gold coins were kept in his Heaven and Earth Pouch, it was easy to use. Therefore, he just took out the teapot and prepared to put it in the room as a decoration. However, the moment he held onto the teapot, Ye Feng's arm involuntarily sank down.

Hm? This teapot is so heavy! Could it be some treasure?

Upon closer inspection, the teapot was carved with the images of the four Holy Beast, the spout of the teapot was blocked, the spout was tightly shut, and even with Ye Feng's best efforts, he was unable to open it.

Strange! If it was an ordinary teapot, it would have been crushed just now! Could this thing be the same as the Storage Ring …

As Ye Feng thought about this, his soul power surged into the teapot and he heard a loud sound. The teapot that was only the size of a palm earlier had become a half the height of a large cauldron, it landed on the ground of the tree house and shook for a few times before stabilizing once again.

"Brother, what are you doing!?" "It scared me to death!"

Ye Ling complained and stretched his back. When he opened his eyes, he found that there was another Pill Furnace in the room!

"Brother, is this for me?"

"Of course, but big brother also knows how to concoct pills. In the future, us two siblings can practice concocting pills and sell medicine to earn money. We'll be able to live a good life very soon."

"Brother knows how to forge pills too?"

"Of course, watch brother refine two batches of pills, and earn money to exchange for some ingredients for Little Ling."

After Ye Feng finished speaking, Ye Ling remained silent for a while, before he told Ye Feng that her master had mentioned a pill formula, and also said that Ye Feng had the ingredients and wanted her to refine it right now.

F * * k! Pill refining used up soul power, a Magus' soul was the best, Little Ling's master wanted to use the soul energy from refining pills, to increase her soul power! Why didn't I even think of that...

"What kind of pills are you concocting so early in the morning?!" "I have to wash myself, cook, and eat until I'm full before I have the strength to forge pills!"

Ye Ling was a child, being able to refine pills was something fun, he did not have the mood to eat properly. He casually made some porridge and coaxed Ye Feng to drink it, then returned to the tree base and started refining his first pill.

Ye Feng had also refined pills in his previous life, but he had only used pills to increase his soul power when he had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation. Furthermore, he had a lot of wealth at that time, as long as it wasn't the process or the result, he wouldn't be considered as an expert. But now, he only had less than 1000 gold coins and even though he had a lot of immortal herbs, the ratio was not right. It was barely enough to concoct three batches of pills. Therefore, Ye Feng was prepared to give up on the thought of trying his hand at pill refining to assist Ye Ling.

"Little Ling, just tell Big Brother what kind of fire you want, and do as your master teaches you to do."

"Brother, I'm afraid. How about you refine it first, and I'll learn it then refine it?"

"Stingy girl, your brother doesn't care about this little bit of immortal grass. Make two batches first, if you break it, then your brother will teach you one more time and you will be able to grasp the gist of it."

As Ye Feng finished speaking, he calmed his heart and calmed his breath. Sitting in front of the Pill Furnace, he placed his palms tightly against the fire door and slowly injected his Genuine Qi.

Seeing that her brother had made up his mind, Ye Ling didn't dare to say anything more. Following the sequence that her master had taught her, he poured one Immortal Herb into the medicinal liquid, and after the other dissolved, he used his soul power to control the medicinal liquid before pouring the other into the other Immortal Herb.

After an hour, Ye Feng's Genuine Qi was almost completely dried up, and Ye Ling had finally dissolved five medicinal liquid balls. Next, it would be the critical moment for the fusion of the medicinal liquid. Ye Feng was afraid that his lack of Genuine Qi s would delay Ye Ling's refining. He immediately swallowed the Qi Gathering Pill s in his mouth. Just then, there was a muffled bang from the Pill Furnace and the furnace exploded!

Looking at the dozen or so Immortal grasses that had turned into a wisp of green smoke, Ye Ling's little face immediately changed color, and her tears also began to well up in her eyes.

He was short of ambition and thin of hair. Otherwise, how could my little sister Ye Feng be like this!

"Hehe, the furnace exploding on the first try, you're much stronger than big brother!"

"Then what was your first pill forging?" "Also, why don't I know that you know how to concoct pills?"

"Well... At that time, you were still young, and I was attending a doctor at pill master's house. When I used charcoal to refine pills, the fire was too big. Those immortal grasses were burnt to ashes by me, hehe! "

"You liar! You are three years older than me. You know how to forge pills at the age of seven? "

After Ye Ling finished speaking, he was truly in tears, but Ye Feng had no choice, she had to concoct pills herself, only then was Ye Ling able to stop her tears.

"The reason for your explosion is that you are not adept at forging medicinal liquids. It took too long and the medicinal liquids have absorbed too much of your fiery aura. When the five combined into one, they burst forth with firepower. This actually has a trick to it. Let me demonstrate it to you. When the Immortal Grass is about to melt, it will be put into the second Immortal Herb at the same time. This way, the first Immortal Herb will melt and the second one will just get heated up a moment ago, so the two medicinal liquids will not fuse ahead of time and you can absorb the fire energy from the first medicinal liquid … "

Ye Feng explained as he refined, Ye Ling was beside him pouring medicine for him. In just an incense's time, the five Immortal Herb had turned into five clumps of medicinal liquid.

"The key to fusing the medicinal essences is naturally formed. One cannot forcefully fuse all five medicinal essences with one's soul power, and must allow the medicinal essences balls to link head to tail, circulating naturally within the cauldron. When the pill is formed, the fire must be moderate. If the temperature was too high, the spiritual energy in the medicinal fluid would be exuded too much, and the medicinal effects would decrease. With too little firepower and uneven fusion of medicinal liquid, it was easy to produce broken pills. Once the medicinal liquid was assimilated completely, the flames would immediately stop burning. Most of the pills refined would be low-tier ones. If he mastered it, he could be like his brother, adding a little fire, causing the pill to rapidly expand and absorb the spiritual energy of the world … "Collect!"

Whoosh! Teaching a sister was more tiring than teaching a thousand disciples.