Long Road to Stardom

Gambling on luck is not Lin Xing's style. After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose the spiritual herbs for refining seventh-grade elixir.

After selecting the elixir to be refined, Lin Xing picked up the recipe and began to study it carefully.

She had heard of the 'Jingwu Pill', a seventh-grade pill. It was a relatively simpler pill among the seventh-grade pills.

But it is a seventh-grade elixir after all, and the spiritual herbs needed are naturally not comparable to those of sixth-grade elixirs. It also requires three kinds of natural treasures, which really makes Lin Xing a little shocked. He doesn't know how the organizer is willing to do this. This is not the "Dan Tower". If the refining fails, compensation must be paid. There is no such rule in the Alchemist Conference.

Fortunately, there was no time limit for the seventh round. She concentrated on studying the recipe, and three hours had passed before she knew it. During this time, she practiced it in her mind countless times.

In addition, there are many spiritual herbs needed for this seventh-grade elixir that conflict with each other, and one must have a clear understanding of the medicinal properties of each spiritual herb so as not to cause the furnace to explode during the fusion process.

This is another big project, but what she can do is to prevent all possible events during the refining process.

After studying it carefully for another two hours, Lin Xing exhaled and prepared to start refining the seventh-grade elixir for the first time.

Before she started, she looked at the other three, but who can tell me what happened.

"Why do Qi Zhengchu and Ding Mo, who also have Strange Fire, have to be so cowardly and only use it at the last moment?"

"I won't say anything about the Qi family, but how did you, a casual cultivator, get this strange fire? Can you tell me where you found it? I also want to capture one."

"I thought you were poor and your alchemy furnace was not up to standard before, but what's wrong with this alchemy furnace now? It seems to be no worse than the 'Purple Yang Furnace'."

“This is hidden too deeply.”

Lin Xing suddenly felt that his sincerity seemed to have been misplaced.

In this case, her chances of winning the second place seemed slim, but it was impossible for her to give up. Even if she had the strange fire, she still had to compete.

After adjusting his state, Lin Xing began to refine.

When she began to preheat the alchemy furnace with the spiritual fire in her body, the people watching outside were actually a little disappointed. They thought they could see four kinds of strange fire.

Soon, discussions began to arise from the sidelines.

"It seems that this Sudanese division will not be among the top three."

Upon hearing this, a cultivator said unconvincedly, "That's not necessarily true. Even if the other three have strange fires, she won't necessarily be the loser. It's too early for you to draw such a conclusion."

"You don't understand this!"

"If an alchemist has a strange fire, his alchemy skills will not only improve a little bit, but the higher the level of the pills he refines, the more obvious it will be."

"What we are refining now is a seventh-grade elixir. The strange fire can save one-third of the time of refining spiritual herbs. You know what this means."

"Besides, the condensed liquid formed by the strange fire refining the spiritual herbs has relatively few impurities. When removing the impurities inside, it will save a lot of time."

"And all of this requires the alchemist's spiritual consciousness to support it. Do you think she can hold on for that long?"

"And the most important point is that alchemists who use strange fire do not need to consume the spiritual energy in their bodies. Master Sudan can only rely on the spiritual fire in his body to refine, and the spiritual energy he needs to consume is not just a little bit."

"If the spiritual energy is exhausted during the process, it means the refining has failed."

"And did you notice something? Is there anything different about the furnace used by Master Sultan?"

A monk in the crowd gave some scientific information to those around him, leaving a hint of suspense for everyone to guess.

Everyone felt that the previous words made a lot of sense. Some monks who had blind confidence in Lin Xing fell silent after hearing these words, but the last sentence made them a little confused.

"Is there any other explanation for this alchemy furnace?"

Soon, the cultivator who knew the inside story of the alchemy furnace could not help but speak up, "Everyone knows that the alchemy furnace used by Master Sultan is the treasure of the Wen family, but to use this furnace, one needs a very powerful spiritual sense."

"Refining a seventh-grade elixir requires a huge amount of spiritual awareness. In addition, this elixir furnace requires spiritual awareness to operate. It is extremely unlikely that Master Sultan can refine a seventh-grade elixir."

After hearing these words, Gu Chen, who was in the crowd, frowned and looked at Lin Xing with some worry.

He was supposed to leave Dan City and return to Tianyuan City to attend the second round of the Dongfang family's banquet to select a Taoist partner for their daughter, but he unexpectedly learned that Su Qing would attend the Alchemist Conference, so he stayed.

This was the first time he went against the sect's wishes.

In fact, he didn't understand why he would become like this, but he just wanted to look at her a few more times.

But why did she always want to avoid him?

He thought he was not bad looking. She could look at Bai Zeyu next to her for so long, so why couldn't she look at him a few more times?

Thinking of this, Gu Chen couldn't help but clench his fists.

Lin Xing didn't know that just looking at Bai Zeyu a few more times would make others jealous.

At this moment, she was already immersed in refining the elixir.

No matter how loud the discussions outside were, it didn't affect her at all.

During the refining process, Lin Xing's side was relatively smooth. Although some problems occurred along the way, she managed to solve them one by one.

Using spiritual fire to refine does consume spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy stored in Lin Xing's body is more than half more than that of ordinary cultivators, so he can barely hold on.

Spiritual awareness was even more of a piece of cake, but after refining the seventh-grade elixir this time, she felt that her spiritual awareness was not enough, and immediately decided to take some time off to practice the "spiritual refining technique".

Time passed quickly, and Lin Xing had unknowingly reached the last step of refining the elixir, 'condensing the pill'.

At this time, sweat was oozing from her forehead, and a large area of ​​her back was wet, making her clothes stick tightly to her body.

The other three people saved a lot of time by using the strange fire and had already refined the pills.

The one who produced the most pills was the independent cultivator Ding Mo, with three in total.

Bai Zeyu only condensed one pill.

Qi Zhengchu of the Qi family, at the last critical moment, the strange fire was somewhat out of control and he forced to condense the pill, but some of them were not formed and could only be considered half a pill.

Now their eyes were all looking towards where Lin Xing was. The monks who were watching outside, who had been a little noisy before, were now watching quietly with a look of disbelief in their eyes.

Didn’t someone just say that the spiritual power in Master Sultan’s body was simply not enough to refine the elixir this time, and he didn’t have a huge spiritual consciousness to support it? But what’s going on now?

Everyone stared with bated breath.

Lin Xing is feeling really uncomfortable now. The spiritual power in her body has been dried up, but she has already reached the last step of refining. How can she be willing to accept this? She can only desperately squeeze out the remaining spiritual power in her body.

Because of overuse of her spiritual consciousness, her head was now beginning to ache severely. She gritted her teeth and endured it.