How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Xiao Huo couldn't help but interrupt her father's wild thoughts, and said with a dissatisfied look, "Why was Xiao Huo fine a second ago, and then a second later she was sleeping in a cardboard box in Dad's imagination!"

"Remember to lay out several layers of newspapers when you sleep."

Hei Yang kept muttering to himself.

"This will be warmer than relying solely on feathers for protection, and besides, the feathers might fall out due to illness, leaving only a few..."

"dad!!!"

Little Fire frowned and shouted, "Stop thinking about it!"

"Ah, cough cough..."

Hei Yang gave an awkward laugh, waved his hand, and apologized to Xiao Huo, feeling embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to think so badly of Xiao Huo. A mother worries about her son even when he's far away. It's the same for a father. No matter how capable a child is, he still has to worry."

"Besides."

Hei Yang looked at Xiao Huo and sighed, "And Xiao Huo is still far from good enough. It's not that I'm trying to discourage Xiao Huo, it's just that I always feel like I haven't taught him enough..."

"Ha, don't underestimate Little Fire!"

Xiao Huo put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and said confidently, "Dad, go ahead and test me. There won't be any problems!"

"Very good, very energetic!"

Hei Yang nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out a stack of pill formulas from his person, which were also generously sponsored by his fellow members of the Medicine King Sect.

Hei Yang searched through the pages until he picked out a pill formula and handed it to Xiao Huo: "Here."

"Well……"

Xiao Huo curiously took the prescription from his father, looking at the words "Life-Giving Pill" written on it and the densely packed small characters below.

Xiao Huo couldn't help but look up at his father with a puzzled expression, waiting for his answer.

"See this? This is your test result."

Hei Yang brought over two cushions, casually handing one to his daughter, who then sat down in front of the alchemy furnace. Little Fire sat down beside her, listening intently to Hei Yang's explanation.

"The formula, the quality of the medicinal materials, the properties of the elixir, the alchemy techniques, the alchemy equipment, the right timing and location, and good fortune..."

These are all factors that affect alchemy, and the final result is inextricably linked to them.

Besides these, another key point is the alchemical fire used in alchemy.

You need to understand this small fire: if you use ordinary fire and spiritual fire to refine the same kind of pill, as long as you can control it correctly, the latter will generally be more effective.

For example, the "Flame" skill you're born with is definitely more effective than ordinary flames.

Of course, there are some special cases. For example, if you use a cold fire to refine a pill with a violent nature, or you use a tribulation fire to burn a pill with a mild nature, the final result will definitely not be good..."

"Hmm, hmm, oh, I see, Little Fire understands..."

Xiao Huo listened attentively as Hei Yang explained the knowledge of alchemy, nodding earnestly as he took notes.

After listening for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Then Daddy, how should Little Fire test his mastery of supernatural powers?"

"Ah, that's exactly what we were talking about."

Hei Yang clapped his hands with a smile to attract Xiao Huo's attention.

"The Nirvana Fire is already a very high-quality spiritual fire, and because of the rich vitality it contains, it can play a greater role in the refining of healing pills."

Fortunately, the Life-Sustaining Pill here is such a healing pill, and it is a high-grade healing pill at that, with mild medicinal properties and wide applicability.

However, its refining process is quite complicated, and the control of the alchemical fire is extremely strict. Wouldn't it be perfect as a test of the small fire?

"I don't expect to perfectly refine a top-grade pill. As long as the process is good, it can be considered as passing the small fire test. Of course, it would be best if it could be refined successfully."

Hei Yang smiled and held up one finger.

"In addition, because of its universality, it sells for a very high price in the spiritual practice community."

So, Dad, after you finish your test, I'm planning to refine a few batches of pills and ask my friends from the Medicine King Sect to help sell them, to supplement our family income.

"Eh? Selling pills?"

Xiao Huo asked curiously, "Is Dad also trying to secretly hide some money?"

"Ah this..."

A row of black lines appeared above Hei Yang's head.

"Pah, pah, pah! What are you talking about?!"

Hei Yang was both amused and exasperated, and couldn't help but complain, "With your mother's personality, she practically expects me to feed her. Do you think she's the kind of person who would have the time or inclination to care about how much money we have?"

Of course, there was something Hei Yang didn't mention, because Hong Li hardly cared about how much money the family had, so she always thought that her family didn't have much money left. Usually, if Hei Yang accidentally tore a sofa cushion, she would feel sorry for him and yell that he was a spendthrift.

Others don't know the cost of living until they're in charge of the household, but Hongli has always been stingy since she was a child.

In terms of consumption, she is the complete opposite of Hei Yang's mother, Qing Yiyi.

Of course, Hei Yang's mother has always been the highest earner in the family, earning more than her father who works every day. So, in a sense, his father, Hei Muguang, is a gigolo...

Hei Yang had no idea where his wife, Xiao Li, had learned to be so stingy, even though her parents had given her plenty of money when she was little.

Perhaps it's just a matter of cherishing things at home, which has evolved into being stingy.

Hei Yang could probably guess where this came from; Hong Li would be heartbroken for a long time if she accidentally folded a corner of her book.

"So, how could I possibly be hiding any secret stash of money!"

Hei Yang chuckled helplessly and explained, "Although we don't have much financial pressure right now, we can't just sit around doing nothing and live off our savings. We need to replenish our family's savings every now and then, otherwise our whole family might end up sleeping in cardboard boxes in the alley..."

"Then we'll share Xiao Huo's newspapers with Mom and Dad!"

"Dad, I'm so touched."

Hei Yang waved his hand with a smile, patted Xiao Huo's little head, and looked at Xiao Huo's hair which had suddenly grown quite a bit longer. He muttered, "Dad will braid your hair later. Don't be like your mom, always with your hair down and thinking you have long, straight black hair."

"Hehehe, Dad is secretly talking bad about Mom behind her back."

Little Fire looked at his father with a smile and said with a grin, "Dad will be in trouble after Little Fire tells on you."

"Goodness, so the family tradition of backstabbing Dad has been passed down, huh...?"

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain, then looked at Xiao Huo with a fierce expression and threatened her, "Before Daddy has bad luck, let Xiao Huo have bad luck first!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Little Fire tried to get away with it by being cute, but then suddenly remembered something and said, "But speaking of which, Grandpa has his own stash of money!"

"uh-huh."

Hei Yang nodded calmly, unperturbed.

"Because your grandma was afraid that your grandpa would squander the money on alcohol, so she made him 'voluntarily' hand it over."

Actually, your grandma earns more in a day than your grandpa does in a month, so she doesn't care about his little bit at all.

However, in order to control his drinking, we still kept him in check. He could spend money, but only for a legitimate reason.

Your grandma said that even if your grandpa suddenly feels like pursuing some hobby, like fishing, he can ask her for money anytime, but he can't buy alcohol with it.

"Ah this..."

Xiao Huo revealed his crescent-shaped eyes and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is drinking really not a good habit?"

"Anyway, your mom and I don't like it."

Hei Yang shook his head, placed three or four storage bags to the side, and took out the medicinal herbs stored in them.

"These are the medicinal materials used to refine the Life-Giving Pill. Except for one of the main ingredients which is a little more expensive, the others are all very common medicines."

But once the pills are refined, the profit is hundreds or even thousands of times, making it a relatively lucrative business. If you learn a skill from your father, you won't end up living in a small alley..."

"I already told you! Little Huo doesn't live in the alley!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hei Yang coughed twice, revealing a serious expression.

"Alright, now watch carefully. Dad will teach you a few times step by step. You can learn and take notes while looking at the prescription. The main thing to record is how I control the flame at different times and the order in which the medicinal materials are placed."

You can also ask me questions, such as what to do in special circumstances, etc. Don't pretend to know what you don't. When you actually do it yourself, the knowledge in your head won't lie to you.

"Oh, I understand, Little Fire!"

Xiao Huo nodded repeatedly, watching his father, Hei Yang, casually toss out a ball of Nirvana Fire, which ignited under the alchemy furnace. He seemed very skilled at placing various medicinal herbs in and out, as if he could refine pills smoothly without even looking at the formula.

"Speaking of which, I think we could change a few steps here for better results, but Xiao Huo, you don't have to force yourself to follow your father's example."

Look at my steps, then look at what's written on the prescription. Compare the two and you'll understand. Don't get too hung up on why these steps are different from the ones on the prescription.

Hei Yang casually said, "It's normal that they're different. After all, Dad is more skilled at this. He does things however he feels comfortable and can skip many tedious steps."

"Little Huo only needs to learn his father's techniques and descriptions of different fire sizes. He doesn't need to imitate his father; just follow the recipe exactly. There shouldn't be any problems!"

"Oh, alright!"

Xiao Huo nodded repeatedly, and time flew by.

What Xiao Huo admired was that even when his father was refining pills, he could still multitask and explain things to him casually, doing it all with ease.

Unlike her, who already puts in a lot of effort and energy just to record these knowledge points.