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No one taught Cui Sinian how to channel his spiritual energy into the elixir; he had to figure it out on his own.

When Chen An asked him to describe it, he couldn't say anything for a moment.

“Draw out a wisp of spiritual energy from your sea of ​​consciousness and transmit it through your fingertips as you were refining pills and forming hand seals.”

He made it sound easy, but he overlooked two key steps.

After listening to him repeat himself several times, Chen An asked the crucial question: "How do we lure him out, and how do we transmit the information in?"

Cui Sinian's gaze dimmed, and he dared not look Chen An in the eye.

Chen An was speechless at this half-baked guy, but chose not to blame him.

At this point, it's better to encourage him to think things through rather than blame him, so that he doesn't turn against you at the last minute and end up hurting you.

Cui Sinian, heavily pregnant, sat in the corner, recalling the smooth operation he had performed while refining pills, and felt that the two steps Chen An had mentioned were indeed very important.

He was able to do all this naturally after using up countless medicinal herbs; it happened in an instant.

Having been exposed to medicinal herbs for a long time, Cui Sinian's elm-wood constitution, immersed in the spiritual energy lost from failed alchemy and medicinal herbs, has also made progress.

However, there hasn't been much change. Cui Si Nian was able to refine pills at the age of sixteen, and now he is almost a hundred years old, but he hasn't made much progress. His pill refining skills are still at the beginner level.

If his family hadn't bought him elixirs to prolong his life, he would probably be an old man by now.

On the path of cultivation for ordinary people, if it were the same pills that Cui Sinian used, even if it was for a pig, it would never have resulted in a cultivation level of only the Great Completion of the Meridian Opening stage.

When he was twenty, his grandfather, who was one of the most prominent figures on the entire continent, even had someone examine his head, but there was nothing wrong with his head.

Later, they gave up on raising him, all thanks to his mother, Sun Bieyan, who gave birth to a promising younger sister.

With no one pressuring him, he became even more lax in his spiritual practice.

In order to keep his good-for-nothing son with him for two more years, Sun Bieyan kidnapped him and brought him to Zhaoning Sect, hoping that he would come into contact with outstanding peers and become more motivated.

When he first entered the sect, he couldn't get used to it at all. Not only was the food bad, but the house was also smaller than his original bedroom.

After staying for a while, he found that almost no one cared about him, especially since the old man who had given up on himself but would occasionally come to give him artificial respiration was not around. He was having a really good time, so he decided to stay.

Chen An focused on refining the elixir, while Cui Sinian carefully recalled why he had come to Chen An's place; it didn't seem to be anything serious.

With the same talent, why could someone like Chen An become a personal disciple while he had to stay in the outer sect? After witnessing Chen An's strength, Cui Sinian realized that it was all due to his own jealousy.

Why listen to Qingyue's nonsense? You have to interact with people yourself to truly understand them.

Despite performing the same procedure, Chen An timed each step precisely to the second, but still couldn't succeed.

Back on Earth, she was a patient person, and she certainly is now. Even without a way to introduce it, she believed that if a fool like Cui Sinian could do it, she could too.

After a hundred attempts, Chen An indeed figured out a trick from each failure.

A wisp of clear spiritual energy attempted to break free from his sea of ​​consciousness, flowing along the veins of his strained arm, and finally stopping between his fingers.

Feeling relieved by her progress, Chen checked the time and saw that another three hours had passed. She silently marveled at how quickly time flies when she was focused, and then continued the process for the next time.

But after this, Chen An couldn't figure out how to channel the drawn-out spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace.

Just as Cui Sinian said, although he couldn't explain how he did it, once he did it the first time, there were no more problems.

Cui Sinian couldn't see Chen An's progress and was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. Fu Gui was lying on the back of the flying crocodile, looking very comfortable with his eyes half-closed.

It didn't care whether Chen An succeeded or not; it only cared whether it could get its own three times the amount.

On the four hundredth time, Chen An couldn't help but frown. In the previous dozens of times, she had already clearly felt the discomfort, but this time the needle-like pain in her sea of ​​consciousness was almost unbearable for her.

If you stop here, there will be no more.

Chen An wasn't interested in alchemy, but in the world of cultivation, having the ability to refine pills made things convenient wherever he went.

If I can refine pills myself, even if something goes wrong, I can still make a living with this skill.

There are many internal alchemy practitioners in the Zhaoning Sect, and it's hard to tell the difference between them and sword cultivators.

Alchemists outside the sect often lack the ability to protect themselves, and few survive, making alchemists even more valuable.

Chen An calmed down a bit and continued to repeat the operation. With each practice, she found some tricks.

The spiritual energy surged to his fingertips time and again, but could not reach the alchemy furnace.

Her fingers trembled as she looked forward to success, but the spiritual energy gathered at her fingertips was once again depleted.

Time ticked by, and even the most patient Chen An grew impatient.

The moment my thoughts shifted, the pain in my mind vanished, and I thought this change meant success.

Opening his eyes, he saw six gray pills lying calmly in front of him in the alchemy furnace. These pills, like before, had no medicinal fragrance.

Chen An squeezed the medicinal herbs that had appeared in his hand and calmly looked at everything in front of him.

She carefully calculated the time and found that there was less than an hour left in the twenty-four hours.

After calming down, everything became clear, and she carefully recalled the feeling of spiritual energy flowing to her fingertips.

Success is just a hair's breadth away, but that hair's breadth depends entirely on practice and understanding, which is not easy.

The snoring in her ear made Chen An turn her head, and she kicked the sleeping Cui Sinian awake.

"What are you doing?"

Cui Sinian rubbed his thigh impatiently, but when he opened his eyes and saw Chen An, he suppressed his impatience.

"What's wrong? Please tell me."

"Demonstrate it again, quickly."

Hearing the cold command, Cui Sinian felt aggrieved. In his more than 100 years of life, no one except his grandfather had ever given him such a sense of oppression.

But this tone of voice actually made him admire her, and he immediately got up to demonstrate for her.

Chen An stood aside, calmly observing Cui Sinian's movements, especially the technique of transmitting spiritual energy between his fingers to the alchemy furnace.

This demonstration was no different from the last one, but Chen An immediately spotted the key point.

Her numerous practices had already given her a great deal of insight into alchemy, and the missing piece was made up for through Cui Sinian's demonstration.

As Cui Sinian withdrew his movement and prepared to lift the lid of the alchemy furnace, the medicinal herbs had already appeared in Chen An's hands.

She didn't give Cui Sinian a chance to waste time, and with one hand pulled him away, she let out a long sigh of relief.

This time, Chen cleared his mind of all distractions and easily carried out the steps he knew by heart.

Looking at Chen An's actions, Cui Sinian scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. He had been practicing alchemy for quite some time, but he still couldn't reach Chen An's level.

Chen An's speed was just right, and her movements were also very graceful. After she drew out the spiritual energy, it flowed naturally towards her fingertips, just like water flowing downhill.

This time, the spiritual energy didn't stay at the fingertips, but instead drifted into the alchemy furnace in wisps along the direction of the fingertips.

The blue-purple flames flickered beneath the alchemy furnace, and all the spiritual energy between Chen An's fingers flowed into the furnace.

Half an incense stick later, she clearly felt the difference this time and smelled the medicinal scent she had never seen before.

Cui Sinian wanted to applaud Chen An, but recalling her tone just now, he silently withdrew his hand and quietly watched everything.

The moment the spiritual energy inside the furnace spread outwards, six pills rolled out from the mouths of the six dragon-shaped beast heads of the alchemy furnace and floated in front of Chen An.

Opening his eyes, Chen An took the pill in his hand.

The pill was obtained and vanished instantly, while the door to the secret chamber in front of them opened simultaneously.

A strong medicinal aroma wafted over, so much of it that it was almost pungent.