Beauty helps me achieve immortality

After leaving the Blood Clothes Building, Zhao Qing met up with his wife, who had already cut the cloth and silk.

At this time, Zhao Qing still had seven spirit stones and some ordinary gold and silver left on him. He thought for a moment, wrapped the wooden box in cloth, and let Wang Shuyue hold it in her arms.

No matter who saw it, no one would have imagined that a mortal woman was holding a spiritual herb as big as ten spirit stones in her arms.

Wang Shuyue also took off the talisman from her lapel early and returned it to her husband.

Zhao Qing was filled with emotion. Although Shuyue was not a cultivator, she was thoughtful and intelligent, and could be considered a good wife. When he became a little richer, he would buy her a protective talisman.

"White peony root, ephedra, mirabilite, wolfberry, and angelica, one jin each." He said to his wife, then pointed to the pharmacy in front of him. Wang Shuyue understood, nodded, and walked in quickly...

They went around in circles and after half an hour, they had bought all the herbs. In order to confuse people, he also bought a lot of herbs that were not part of the pill recipe.

For example, wolfberry, cornus officinalis, deer antler, tiger whip, etc., all the materials can be purchased by multiple people in multiple stores, so there should be no mistakes.

It cost quite a bit to purchase these things, leaving three spirit stones left.

Zhao Qing was already carrying a heavy bag in his hands, but he didn't have a furnace yet.

Even the cheapest alchemy furnace in the stalls in Dongfang costs more than twenty spirit stones, which is not something he can afford.

He could afford the storage bag, but it felt like a waste of spirit stones. He didn't have much money to begin with, so Zhao Qing tried to spend it wisely.

In desperation, he had to buy three clay pots to make ends meet and buy an alchemy furnace when he had enough money.

Then he spent two spirit stones to buy a martial arts book for Wang Shuyue at a street stall in Dongfang.

It is an introductory method of physical training for mortals, and one can cultivate it to the highest level of the innate realm. At that time, if one can sense spiritual energy, one can naturally enter the stage of Qi training.

If you can't sense it... then it's a problem with your spiritual roots.

Outside the city, a temporarily hired donkey cart was loaded with bundles of varying sizes, various kitchen utensils, and some fruits. A middle-aged man and a young and beautiful girl were sitting on the cart, returning to the vicinity of Shouyun Mountain.

The old man driving the cart smiled and said, "Brother, are you sending your daughter to the Ascension Conference?"

"It's still half a month before it starts, right? I remember it usually starts around Qingming Festival in previous years."

Wang Shuyue's pretty face instantly turned red, and her originally fair earlobes looked like they were frostbitten, turning red and purple.

"Ahem." Zhao Qing coughed twice and responded, "Yeah, I don't know if I can join the Immortal Sect."

In the secular world, the Danxia Sect’s annual disciple recruitment ceremony is called the Ascension Conference.

Once accepted by the immortal sect, one will be separated from the mortal world and have an infinitely bright future.

And Zhao Qing became a menial disciple through the Ascension Conference...

"It seems that you are very confident, brother, and you brought so much luggage." The old man continued to sigh.

Zhao Qing: “???”

Who are you calling "brother"? How rude!

Seeing that the father and daughter did not continue speaking, the old man realized that he might have said something he shouldn't have said, and he remained silent for the rest of the journey.

Zhao Qing did not go back through the mountain gate, but chose to take a detour near Shouyun Mountain and go directly to his doorstep, Dingzimohaoyuan.

Now that I think about it, being a menial disciple isn't bad either. I can do some work every day, and then I'll be provided with food and lodging without having to pay rent. Isn't that great?

Although he no longer had the three Qi Gathering Pills every month... he no longer cared much about it.

After all, one should not be too greedy.

The sect is kind enough to provide me with a job, not only providing food and accommodation, but also paying me a salary?

……

Those who heard it shed tears.

After locking the gate, the two began to pack up the purchased items.

"Husband, why did you buy these medicinal herbs?" Wang Shuyue had been puzzled all day and only asked now.

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and replied, "Now that I'm not alone anymore, I have a long life ahead of me, so I need to find some way to make a living. I'd like to try making some medicinal foods that replenish qi. If they work, I can sell them later."

He scratched his wife's nose with his fingers, causing a slight sound like a silver bell.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Zhao Qing changed back into the robes of a menial disciple, went to the kitchen to get some food, and also handed in today's share of firewood.

Wang Shuyue stayed at home to clean up the rooms. In addition to using the west side of the house as a kitchen, she also had to clean up a quiet room for her husband to meditate and practice.

Fire stove shop.

"Why are you so late? Everyone has eaten, and there are some leftovers for you. Two servings of porridge."

The female cultivator who was serving food greeted Zhao Qing casually while busying herself.

Zhao Qing smiled in response to the other party's words. This was his old colleague and he had worked in the kitchen before. He knew that the other party would naturally not really give him leftovers.

Half an incense stick later, Zhao Qing happily left the stove with food in his hands.

Two servings of porridge, three kinds of dishes, and a small pot of Linggu-brewed liquor, weighing about two taels.

The grain wine is prepared by the kitchen for the outer disciples. In order to avoid mistakes, more is made each time. Occasionally, some senior brothers look down on this kind of wine, so it is given to the servants in the stove room.

Zhao Qing walked briskly and returned home quickly.

After a simple meal and drink, Wang Shuyue was drunk and fell on the couch with her pretty face slightly red.

Quiet room.

Zhao Qing made a simple stove in the corner and placed the casserole on it.

Then he began to grind various herbs, weigh them, and do some preparatory work.

The key points of alchemy are the proportion of the elixir and the quality of the spiritual energy. The difficulty lies in the control of the fire and the timing of the intervention of the spiritual energy into the furnace.

The main medicine is the main one, the auxiliary medicine is the auxiliary one, and the medicine is used to mediate. The adjuvant medicine is the last one to be put into the furnace to serve as the guide for the elixir.

Not only does all of this require precise control of spiritual energy, but it also requires a thorough understanding of the medicinal properties of various medicinal materials in order to be able to refine a batch of pills.

After clarifying the key points and difficulties, Zhao Qing prepared to put it into practice.

In fact, after he became a junior alchemist, he had already mastered various techniques for refining Qi Gathering Pills, but the rare part was the control of spiritual energy.

Simply put...

Brain: Simple, I get it.

Hand: What the hell are you talking about?

As a novice, Zhao Qing only used the dosage of one Qi Gathering Pill to try it out in order to avoid excessive waste. After all, now is not the time to pursue efficiency.

Half an hour later, he was sweating profusely, the fire in front of him was flickering, and there was a pool of black mucus in the casserole, which was completely different from the shape of a pill.

As expected, it failed.

At this moment, 30% of the spiritual energy in Zhao Qing's body has been lost. If he doesn't meditate to recover, he can try twice more.

He pondered for a moment, picked up the casserole and drained out all the mucus inside. He suddenly felt spiritual energy surging around his body, and it felt like there were small insects swimming in his meridians, which made him feel itchy and strange.

As an alchemist, he knew clearly which step he had gone wrong. Ultimately, it was a problem of controlling spiritual energy.

I put the auxiliary medicine into the furnace a little too hastily, and the spiritual energy was not very stable, but some of the medicinal effect was still retained, so it wouldn't be a waste if I ate it myself.

After a short rest, Zhao Qing regrouped and once again fought a battle of wits and courage with Shaguo.

……

midnight.

With a loud "bang", Zhao Qing, with his face covered in charcoal, stared at the broken clay pot in front of him and fell into deep thought. Could it be that the quality of the clay pot was poor?

However, half a pound of Soul-Devouring Grass is the dosage for twenty-six Qi Gathering Pills, which is enough for him to use for a long time.

He stood up, washed his face, and refreshed himself. Then he comforted his wife, meditated to restore his energy and continued fighting.

Finally... in the early morning, as the last bit of spiritual energy in his body was exhausted.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the elixir fell into the furnace.

Then, the familiar panel appeared before my eyes again.

[Mastering the Qi Gathering Pill: Getting a Glimpse of the Door and Entering the Mastery (1/10)]

Zhao Qing took a quick look and impatiently lifted the lid of the casserole. A round pill lay quietly inside, with a faint spiritual energy surging on it.

Dan Cheng!