Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 28 Dan Cheng
The amount of ingredients they prepared was actually not that much.

Even if the spiritual herbs he grew far exceeded his initial plan, the final yield would be limited by the smallest amount of star flowers.

The approximate dosage for each pill is four qian, with a total of fifteen liang. At most, only thirty-seven pills can be refined.

Every time a piece of elixir material is wasted, it means one less final elixir.

Lin Jian was very clear about the consequences of every failure he had - it meant that he would lose at least ten days or even more of cultivation.

The demonic rift in Tianyuan changed drastically, the Holy Land issued an order, and the entire sect was shaken.

Every little thing that happens around him is an invisible yoke weighing on him.

But fortunately, this pressure did not make him lose his composure.

It even makes him calmer and more perceptive.

the fourth time……

the fifth time……

He counted his failures in his mind.

Then, he suddenly picked off a corner of the shapeless liquid with no regrets.

"It's done!" Haruyuki, who was watching closely from the observation post, beamed with joy. He quickly glanced at the side of the seated figure, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The time and number of times he spent going from knowing nothing to having precise control was not that long at all.

It seems that the training in controlling my true energy during this period has indeed had a remarkable effect...

As the fragrance of medicine filled his nose, Lin Jian saw the first Spirit Root Creation Pill that he had personally refined.

It is the size of a little fingernail, round and has a light aquamarine color.

One way… … After all… … Three ways… …

The alchemy room gradually became quiet.

During the repeated refining, perhaps even Lin Jian himself did not notice that Chunxue's voice gradually became less and less and even disappeared.

Even the temperature... no longer requires her guidance.

Once the control over the true qi is sufficient, controlling fire is easier than controlling the quantity.

When the thirty-one small elixirs lay quietly in the jade bottles prepared in advance, Lin Jian's whole body softened and he relaxed.

A total of six failed, sad but also happy.

"I made all these myself?"

"Congratulations." Haruyuki stood aside and offered sincere congratulations.

Lin Jian looked at the six jade bottles arranged in a row, and his eyes gradually changed from slightly dull to clear and bright.

"Am I considered a second-grade alchemist at this level?"

"You don't yet have enough pill formulas under your belt, but there's no doubt you already have the ability."

It took the eldest senior brother seven years to go from being an apprentice to becoming a second-grade alchemist.

It took him thirty-eight times to go from being completely clueless in the forest to possessing the ability of a second-grade alchemist.

Of course, the two had very different starting points.

The eldest brother was not so lucky to have a master who could guide him directly and perfectly complete the entire alchemy process from a higher level. He also did not have enough capital to start refining by himself from the beginning, and he did not have any special methods to train his control over his true qi.

His advantage lies solely in his fire-attributed spiritual roots.

"In fact, fire-attributed spiritual roots only have a slight advantage in alchemy. The five elements' spiritual roots each have their own unique uses. My improved Five Elements Golden Spirit Pill can only be made by alchemists with golden spiritual roots. Spiritual roots have never been the fundamental measure of an alchemist's ability. Lin Jian, you are a natural alchemy genius!"

"Genius?" Lin Jian laughed, "But I prefer swords."

Rubbing his hands, Lin Jian's eyes lit up, "Is it possible for us to refine a third-grade spiritual enlightenment elixir now?"

"You might as well give it a try."

Once you’ve made your decision, go ahead and register your information.

When I left the alchemy room, I found that it was already dark outside.

I left the sect early this morning and rushed here. I hadn't expected that after refining thirty-one Spiritual Root Creation Pills, time had already slipped away. If I didn't return soon, I would miss tomorrow's morning class, and I wouldn't have completed my self-cultivation for the day.

Thinking of this, Lin Jian became a little anxious.

"I just said that life and work are not fun."

How long have the eldest brother and second sister been stuck in the foundation-building stage since they entered life?

Golden elixir? I'm afraid I'll never be able to form a golden elixir in this lifetime.

If you want to practice, you cannot concentrate on production. If you cannot concentrate on production, you will not be able to have sufficient competitiveness in the market. No competitiveness means no orders, and no orders mean there will not be enough resources for practice.

In this kind of wasted time, how can one have the time to find the right path?

"Hurry up, just give it a try."

It’s like a lottery. You spend two dollars to buy hope. Winning is your background, but not winning is your life.

Lin Jian found the registration office, bought a set of elixir materials, and fell into deep thought about the information that needed to be registered.

He left real information because he was afraid that someone would open the box.

As a small cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, I feel so insecure in the world of immortal cultivation.

But if I don’t leave real information, what if I win the prize, how can the other party find me and give me 100,000 high-quality spirit stones?

After thinking for a long time, Lin Jian glanced at the cheerful Haruyuki beside him and left a pseudonym for the delivery.

The eighteen-year-old vicious stepmother of Zhengyang Sect.

If you really win the prize, let the Sword Immortal claim it. I am just an ordinary disciple of the Zhengyang Sect who is harmless and knows nothing about anything.

……

"Master, why are we waiting here?"

The old man glanced at every alchemist who came to register to buy elixir materials and replied, "We don't have many opportunities. We must find the most confident alchemists."

The purpose of the alchemy conference is to select the final Alchemy King!

Even though they are all spiritual and clear elixirs, they still have different qualities.

However, the quality of the finished pills is often affected by many factors.

Familiarity with the recipe, and luck after many attempts?

The final winner selected under this rule may not necessarily meet their needs.

After all, they have no room for trial and error.

Due to the limited raw materials for alchemy, what they need is an alchemist who can make a successful elixir in one or two attempts after receiving an unfamiliar recipe.

Therefore, those alchemists who only buy one or two sets of elixir materials and can hand in the finished elixir in return are his main targets of observation.

It’s a pity that I have been here for a whole day and haven’t seen any target that meets the requirements.

The alchemists who come here either buy eight or ten of them at a time in order to get the final Pill King, or they buy one or two of the ingredients to try their hand at it and never look back after knowing the difficulty.

Until I saw two ordinary-looking figures, a man and a woman.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked dignified and extraordinary. It was a pity that the Qi in his body was weak, as if he had only cultivated Qi.

The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes and had no spiritual energy at all. She looked like an ordinary person at first glance.

This group had been here before and only bought one set of elixir materials, but the old man had no hope for them at all.

But right now...

Did they actually come back and hand in a copy of the completed pill?!

The finished pills are sealed and kept until the end of the conference when three senior alchemists will identify and score them and finally decide who will be the Pill King.

The old man couldn't see the quality of the finished pills, but he was sure that the organizers of the alchemy conference would not accept the residue.

This little fellow who only seems to be at the Qi Refining stage actually possesses the strength of a third-grade alchemist?!
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't contain his excitement and immediately followed.

What he wanted to say was rather confidential, and he didn't dare discuss it with the other party in public...

(End of this chapter)