I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"Do you know a book called "Travels in Eight Directions"? " Yuan Feng asked the most crucial question.

"Ah?" Zhao Muxin was startled. "Book? It seems I have read it. Why is Brother Feng asking this at this time?"

"There's no time to explain. Go outside and buy a book. Oh, and money." Yuan Feng fumbled in his storage bag.

Fortunately, he found fifty taels of silver in Jinbao Pavilion, otherwise Yuan Feng would have trouble buying books now.

"Take all the fifty taels."

Zhao Muxin took it and sank her hand, looking embarrassed.

"Brother Feng, this is too much. I don't need that much to buy books."

“We are not afraid of having too much, but we are afraid of not having enough.”

At this point, Yuan Feng didn't dare to be petty.

"But... this package is a bit big, and there are jailers outside."

Yuan Feng took a look at it and found it was indeed a bit big. Fifty taels, when wrapped up, it was as big as a small ball and too conspicuous.

"Okay, let me tie it around your waist. You have a thin waist and the clothes are loose enough, so it won't be noticeable if you tie it around your waist." In a hurry, Yuan Feng reached out to grab the corner of the clothes.

"Ah!" Zhao Muxin's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, "Brother Feng, let me do it, all of you turn your heads away."

"Sorry, I was in a hurry."

Yuan Feng realized that he had lost his composure, quickly apologized, and turned away.

"Brother Feng, you turn too."

"Oh." Feng Shaotian turned around and leaned towards Yuan Feng. "Are you two brothers too polite to each other?"

"That's what my family taught me." Yuan Feng made up a story.

After tying them up, Zhao Muxin left the prison, leaving Yuan Feng and the other man staring at each other again.

"What are you doing in this prison?" Bored Yuan Feng picked up a random topic.

"Sleep, eat, mostly sleep, meals are not available every day."

It’s so miserable... Yuan Feng became more determined to leave.

"Are you sure you can build your foundation successfully?"

This matter needs to be clarified, otherwise when the time comes, the foundation-building pill will be taken and nothing happens.

Losing a foundation-building pill is a small matter, but wasting your hopes is a big deal.

Feng Shaotian patted his chest and vowed:

"Don't worry. I, Feng Shaotian, sensed Qi at the age of three, and started practicing at the age of five. Now, before I'm eighteen, I've already reached the peak of Qi Refining. I'm known as the number one genius in Dongzhou. Other cultivators can't reach the fifth level of Qi Refining before they're thirty. My cultivation speed can be described as... uh..."

"Far ahead?"

"Yes, this word is appropriate. I have eaten all kinds of panaceas since I was a child. Building a foundation is a piece of cake for me."

"Since you have confidence, I feel much more relieved."

After taking a reassurance pill, Yuan Feng took out his experience in alchemy and carefully studied the precautions of alchemy.

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you want to read the experience of alchemy together?"

Yuan Feng was not stingy and put the book directly in front of the other person.

"Take it away, take it away." Feng Shaotian pushed the book back with disdain, "I get a headache when I see this kind of thing."

Then Yuan Feng could only read it by himself. He didn't find it difficult at all to read the experience of alchemy. On the contrary, he felt inexplicably excited as soon as he started reading it.

In his previous life, he would get a headache whenever he saw a book, but now, his headache was inexplicably cured.

Perhaps his mentality has changed. Now he reads books to save his life in this chaotic world of immortal cultivation, so of course he is full of energy.

When I looked at the experience of alchemy, it was dark.

Zhao Muxin was late in coming back, which made Feng Shaotian so anxious that he paced back and forth.

"Why hasn't your sister come back yet?"

"I don't have time to buy books. Stop shaking me around. It makes me dizzy."

"If I don't shake, I'll feel uncomfortable."

Feng Shaotian sat down on the ground and hugged his chest anxiously.

"Brother Feng!"

"Hey, here I am!" Feng Shaotian jumped up like a spring, "Did you bring the book?"

"I brought...it." Zhao Muxin's face was flushed and she was panting. It seemed that she had run around a lot to buy the book.

"Give it to me." Seeing the book, Feng Shaotian didn't care about pretending to be cool and snatched it away. "It's "Eight Directions Travels", the work of Master Guo Xuan. Brother, here you go."

Yuan Feng took the book and was stunned: "You have read the book, why don't you take it out and give it to me."

"Oh." Feng Shaotian quickly snatched it back.

After flipping through several pages, I finally found the recipe.

"Take a look at this page, can you make an elixir?"

Yuan Feng carefully read the recipe and frowned.

This recipe is a little different from what I learned, but it should be possible to make it, so I nodded and said, "Yes."

"That's good. Hurry up." Feng Shaotian urged.

"Brother Feng, is there anything else you can help with?" Zhao Muxin asked considerately.

"No need, go back to the inn and wait for me." Yuan Feng waved his hand and suddenly thought of something, "Wait, Jiuer is still chatting with the jailer outside?"

"Yes."

"Then let her talk for a while longer, and try to talk for as long as an incense stick."

Yuan Feng estimated that it would take him exactly one stick of incense to refine the elixir. If the jailer came in and found out during that time, he would be finished.

"Okay, but I'm afraid Sister Jiuer can't chat for that long."

Zhao Muxin knew very well that just now, in order to let her in, Hu Jiuer had started talking to others about the wedding. If they continued talking, they would probably have to get married.

"It's okay. I believe Jiuer can do it."

Zhao Muxin nodded and walked out.

Yuan Feng also officially started to refine the elixir.

He carried the alchemy furnace with him, and the materials required by the recipe were all in the storage bag.

The only thing missing now is something to burn.

Yuan Feng looked down at the dry straw on the ground. Isn't that what is burning?

"Do you need these straws to make pills?" Feng Shaotian saw through Yuan Feng's thoughts at a glance.

"Well, do you mind?"

"I don't mind, but you have to take it easy and make sure you succeed, otherwise I won't have a bed to sleep in in the future."

These straws are Feng Shaotian’s bed, so that he doesn’t have to sleep on the cold floor.

“Success is guaranteed.”

These words were meant to encourage Feng Shaotian, and also to encourage myself.

Outside prison.

Zhao Muxin brought Hu Jiuer to the corner.

"How is it? Can we go now?" Hu Jiuer really couldn't continue the conversation.

In order not to expose his evil nature and unable to use his own abilities, he had no choice but to have an awkward conversation with the fat jailer.

The fat jailer kept glancing at her chest while he was chatting, which really made Hu Jiuer feel sick.

"Not yet. Brother Feng wants you to talk for another stick of incense."

"Still chatting?"

"Sister Jiuer, can't you continue the conversation? How about I go?"

"Forget it. I don't have the ability. Just stay by your side and I can still chat."

Hu Jiuer rolled up her sleeves, put on a charming smile, and walked towards the fat jailer.

Zhao Muxin's eyes were full of stars, and Hu Jiuer seemed taller in her eyes.

"Hey, beauty, didn't you say you were going home? Why are you back again?" The fat jailer licked his lips greasyly.

"I can't bear to leave you, brother. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you all night long."

"Hahaha, fine, fine, we can talk as long as you want."

Hu Jiuer gritted her teeth and chatted awkwardly for a while, when the fat jailer suddenly twitched his nose.

"Hey? What's burning?"

"No?" Hu Jiuer pretended to be confused.

I was going crazy... What was going on in there? There was already a fire, wouldn't this make things more difficult for me?

"I think you want to warm yourself by the fire. It's a cold day. Why don't you go find a place with your sister to warm yourself by the fire and have some wine?"

"Okay." The fat jailer just regained some rationality, but was instantly overwhelmed by lust.

Inside the cell.

The refining of the Foundation Establishment Pill has reached a critical moment.

Yuan Feng burned the fire to its brightest, and various materials began to merge.

The next step is the most critical one, and also the most peculiar part of this pill recipe. The refining of this foundation-building pill actually requires the input of Yang Energy.

This was something that was not found in alchemy experience, and Yuan Feng didn't dare to think too much about it. He just did what the recipe said.

After calming himself down, Yuan Feng bit his finger and the yang energy rushed out from the wound and poured into the alchemy furnace.

In an instant, he felt his body temperature drop suddenly, the coldness spread from head to toe, and a feeling of emptiness surged in his heart.

Is this what it feels like to have your yang energy drained away? It’s so uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Yang Qi can be restored by itself if it is nurtured. Otherwise, one person would not be able to refine many Foundation-Building Pills.

Just by refining it this time, Yuan Feng felt that his yang energy was about to be drained.