Chaos began to slowly list the various ingredients for a first-grade elixir.
Yang Feng had an exceptionally strong memory and wrote everything down. Just as he was about to go out to buy alchemy materials, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a system shop and wondered if it contained any alchemy materials.
Immediately, with a thought, he opened the system shop.
After filtering the alchemy materials on the interface, Yang Feng saw all kinds of alchemy materials for grade nine pills. His lips twitched violently; the materials for high-grade pills were simply frighteningly expensive.
Scroll down to the bottom to find the materials for first-grade pills. They are all very cheap, with only twenty scrolls available for each material.
Yang Feng now has over a thousand scrolls, enough to buy a lot of materials.
"Ding! System task received: Refine ten bottles of Grade One pills. Scroll reward: 200 scrolls (Recommended profession: Alchemist. Requires 1000 scrolls.)"
Hearing the cold, robotic voice of the system in his mind, Yang Feng's lips curled into a smile. Wasn't this a mission scroll delivered right to his doorstep?!
Without saying a word, Yang Feng spent 100 scrolls to buy five kinds of alchemy materials, which was more than enough to refine ten bottles of first-grade pills.
He didn't want to waste so many scrolls activating the alchemist profession...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 476 Body Tempering Pills
"Whoosh..."
Flames erupted as Yang Feng gathered spiritual fire in his hands, which greatly consumed his spiritual energy. As time passed, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
However, the spiritual fire has not yet been fully gathered. If we give up now, not only will we waste a lot of spiritual power in our body, but we will also have to start all over again.
Unexpectedly, spiritual fire was so difficult to gather. Yang Feng originally thought it was like practicing Qigong, where as long as he focused on reciting the incantation, he could absorb the spiritual energy around him.
Little did they know that it was because he possessed a chaotic body that he could so easily activate cultivation techniques and embark on the path of cultivation.
If it were someone else, they might never be able to embark on the path of cultivation.
Spiritual fire, however, is not so easy to obtain. It requires controlling the magnitude of the flame's power to gradually condense it into a flame formed from spiritual energy.
"Take your time, there's no rush. It takes time to practice making pills. As the saying goes, haste makes waste."
The deep, chaotic voice echoed in Yang Feng's mind once more, lingering in his ears.
In fact, Yang Feng could have relied on the system's power to directly activate his alchemist profession, instantly becoming a master alchemist. However, due to limitations in his strength, he could only refine low-grade pills at most, just like a formation master.
Therefore, Yang Feng still plans to rely on himself to progress step by step. In any case, his current strength is not that great, and it would be a bit greedy to absorb so much knowledge all at once.
"Whoosh!"
Finally, the spiritual fire in Yang Feng's hand took shape. Although it looked somewhat small, it was more than enough to refine a first-grade pill.
"Not bad. Being able to release spiritual fire for the first time in half an hour is already considered genius level in the world of alchemists."
A chaotic sound echoed in its mind, mixed with a hint of approval. At the same time, it became even more certain that it would seize this monstrous body in the future. If it succeeded, then when it cultivated to the supreme realm, even if it surpassed black technology, nothing could stop it from dominating the universe!
"Next, just follow my instructions and start extracting the essence of each herb and converting it into pills, immediately! Try to do it in one go, otherwise your herbs will be wasted."
The chaotic voice echoed in its mind again. It was actually quite curious as to where he had gotten these medicinal herbs from. Could it be that he had another storage space on his person?
What it didn't know was that a system also existed within it, which it couldn't detect. After all, it was advanced black technology, and it was no longer the powerful force it once was, so naturally it couldn't detect it.
As Yang Feng listened to the chaotic alchemy instructions in his mind, he placed the three-leaf sandalwood grass into the spiritual fire to lower the temperature of the flame.
However, he couldn't control the flames, and half of the three-leaf sandalwood was instantly charred to ash...
"We can't be careless. We need to control the temperature of the spirit fire again. There's still time. Concentrate!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng calmly lowered the temperature of the spiritual fire and focused his attention. If someone were to attack him at this moment, they would definitely be caught off guard.
After all, the time when one is refining pills is when one's defense and vigilance are at their lowest.
The remaining half of the three-leaf sandalwood grass quickly turned into a viscous, bluish-green liquid, which began to form a circle and gradually took shape.
Yang Feng used his divine sense to control the remaining four types of alchemical herbs, continuing to burn them over the spiritual fire while concentrating his mind.
Before long, a rich, fragrant aroma wafted over. Yang Feng took a deep breath of the warm air, feeling very comfortable. He was immediately excited and continued refining.
Fortunately, Yang Feng's spiritual sense had been trained recently, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to withstand it now.
The final step in alchemy is to fuse the five medicinal herbs together to create a single pill.
Yang Feng used his divine sense to begin fusing the fifty kinds of viscous liquids, and gradually the first muddy yellow pill appeared.
A few hours later...
When fusing the last pill, Yang Feng's consciousness finally could not hold on any longer.
fail!
Yang Feng forcibly severed his divine sense, causing his mind to become somewhat blurred. This was the effect of overusing his divine sense, leaving him gasping for breath. Everything in front of him was pitch black, and he half-knelt on the ground.
The room temperature had already reached over forty degrees Celsius, and Yang Feng's white shirt was soaked with sweat, becoming transparent.
"Not bad..."
Yang Feng took the nine different kinds of pills, looked at them wearily, forced a smile on his face, and then collapsed in the corner of the bed.
The last pill was originally intended to be the Mind-Clearing Pill, which could make ordinary people have excellent memory, clear minds, and improve intelligence, giving them the ability to remember everything they see. Unfortunately, it ended in failure.