Ball Ball Cultivation

Qi Shi, who was half full, begged coquettishly: "Mom, please try it, it will only take a while."

When Qiuqiu heard the little girl's soft and gentle voice, she immediately agreed without any principles: "Okay, prepare these ingredients and put them away. They will be enough for you to eat for a few months. After you finish eating, mother will cook for you."

Qishi was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears: "Mother, there is no need to trouble you. My little brother and I are going to retreat to build our foundation, and the amount of food we will eat will be much less in the future." After leaving the larval stage, the amount of food intake can be controlled.

Qiuqiu was puzzled: "Where are you going to retreat? To build a foundation, you need the gift of heaven. The heaven of this Immortal Demon Continent is not complete. We will return to Mount Everest Continent soon and then we can advance. Don't worry, both of you."

Huahua flew out at this time and suggested: "I will move them to Qilin Continent. The benefits of building a foundation there will be greater. You don't have to worry."

The message explained: "After all, they are rebuilding."

Qiuqiu stopped arguing, knowing that she was no match for Huahua in this area. She simply prepared food for the children with great care, gave them her treasured medicinal pills, and told them to practice in seclusion.

The big pot in front of him should be a magical weapon, but he didn't know its grade. No matter how much food Qiuqiu cooked, it was never full.

While cleaning the kitchen, Qiuqiu was thinking about the method of refining the Demon Yuan Pill. According to the pill recipe, it was the method of refining a simple second-grade pill. However, as a sixth-grade alchemist, Qiuqiu had wasted many days and had not yet refined a single batch.

No spiritual power is needed to take out the fairy pot. Only spiritual consciousness is used to remove impurities from the herbs, and the essence of the herbs is extracted with a low fire. Finally, spiritual consciousness is used to condense the pill. Finally, a pill is finally refined. It is a magic pill without magic energy. It is golden in color and has no spiritual power fluctuations. I don’t know what effect it has, but it is not a magic pill.

The Demon Yuan Pills circulating on the market are all dark gray pills. The higher the quality, the more restrained the demonic energy is and the darker the color is.

This thing named Golden Demon Pill by Qiuqiu cannot be delivered to Malang and others.

After all the precise operations failed, the Immortal Pot could at least refine the demonic elixir and began to develop in a rough and wild direction.

Qiuqiu was seen putting the medicinal materials for refining the Demon Yuan Pill into the fairy pot one by one, stirring it continuously with a large spoon like Si Nan. Although the small fire under the pot was still one step away from evolving into the Chaos Spirit Fire, the intensity of the fire was already incomparable.

Under Qiuqiu's rough refining, the medicinal liquid was quickly condensed into medicinal mud. Although this medicinal mud had the characteristics of the Demon Yuan Pill, it was far from the real Demon Yuan Pill.

Normally, she would pour the medicinal residue into the medicine field to improve the soil quality. However, this medicinal residue was full of demonic energy, so she did not deal with it as usual. Instead, she poured in ordinary clean water that contained spiritual energy after processing the ingredients, and used a brush to scrub the fairy pot.

Just as I poured the water in, I heard Huahua shout, "Qiuqiu, the division of the Soul-Cleansing Herb you asked for has ripened. Do you want to pick it now?"

Qiuqiu teleported to the flower bead of the Vitality Soul Cleansing Grass and saw the Vitality Soul Cleansing Grass that Huahua had carefully ripened. "No need, just take two leaves. This is just one of the main steps to make a detoxification pill for Manyanhong."

Huahua pointed to the small Vitality Soul Cleansing Grass beside her and said, "Don't touch this one. The spirit of the spiritual plant has awakened."

Qiuqiu: "Didn't you say that this is the world of cultivation, full of spiritual energy, and without the supply of immortal spiritual energy, there is no way to wake up?"

Huahua explained, "The Vitality Soul-Cleansing Grass you swallowed is the remains of this plant. It sealed its vitality and spiritual consciousness within this seedling. I can sense its intelligence right now. I think it's related to our division. It's a reaction of the original plant."

Qiuqiu shook his head: "I don't understand!"

Huahua: "You fell asleep and someone chopped off your arm, and you still didn't wake up!"

Qiuqiu’s frightened face: The description is a bit scary!

He looked at Huahua pitifully and said, "Give me two leaves. I still need to continue researching my Demonic Yuan Pill!"

Huahua: "The power of the rules of the Immortal Demon Continent is weak. Haven't you already broken through to the sixth-rank alchemist? And you haven't even refined the tiny Demon Yuan Pill yet!"

Qiuqiu was dejected. "I followed the recipe step by step, but it just didn't work. I'll go back and keep trying. You can continue to take care of these spiritual medicines above level five."

"I see that the seventh-grade purple lotus in the Crescent Lake to the east has already grown lotus pods. When the lotus seeds are ripe, I need the seventh-grade Soul Nourishing Pill, which is the main ingredient."

Huahua said helplessly, "It will take at least nine years. Any longer and it will affect the efficacy of the medicine."

It is connected to Qiuqiu's soul and knows that Qiuqiu's soul is powerful, three or four times that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, but the soul is unstable and can only mobilize 30% to 40% of its power at ordinary times, so its usual performance is no different from that of an ordinary person.

After living together for many years, even the closest Qingheng does not know the specific situation, and Huahua knows his master best.

Feeling Huahua's worry for him, Qiuqiu waved his hand nonchalantly: "I'll continue researching the elixir. Look at the elf and see how much control it has over the artifact. Is there any elixir or magic weapon inside that you can take out? There's only one open testing hall, which is really not enough."

Qiuqiu returned to the magic pot, picked up the brush and continued to scrub the pot. He was very surprised to see the scene in front of him!

Using spiritual sense to investigate, I found that there was medicinal residue at the bottom of the pot, clear water in the middle, and the black oily substance floating on the top. This was the Demon Yuan Pill.

He took out an ordinary alchemy cauldron, moved the black oily substance into the cauldron, and slowly baked it into a paste over a low fire. He then divided it into twenty pills and continued to heat it until it was dry. Finally, it became a dark gray, real Demon Yuan Pill.

Qiuqiu: So this is how the Demon Yuan Pill is made!

With the magic pot in hand, I put ten times the amount this time, added the herbs in the same order as before, stirred them with a large Si Nan spoon, boiled them, let them sit for a while, and added one third of spiritual spring water.

I saw the spiritual spring water slowly seeping into the medicine liquid, and in just an incense stick of time, the black oil stains were separated. When all the oil stains floated to the surface, the spiritual energy in the spiritual spring water was almost consumed, and then it was condensed into a pill according to the previous method.

After finding the method, he experimented several times and found the best ratio of spiritual spring water and medicinal liquid. Finally, Qiuqiu simply poured all the remaining Magic Yuan Pill ingredients into the fairy pot and stewed them. In less than three days, he refined more than 30,000 Magic Yuan Pills and was ready for delivery.

He took the time to give the pills he needed to trade and the extra pills to Qingheng, letting him be the deal maker while he continued to research the antidote for the poison in Manyanhong's body.

Half a month later, just as Qiuqiu found the direction of the poison, Qingheng sent a medium-sized storage bag filled with rare minerals and herbs, most of which were fresh plants that could be planted.

Qingheng saw hundreds of bottles and jars placed next to Qiuqiu, and the thick draft paper in his hand was filled with analytical experiments on medicinal properties and toxicity.