World of Cultivation - Chapter 43

[Chapter 43 The First Grade Spirit Pill]

My own cold noodle master had no intention of coming out of the pill room at all.

With the spar in his hand, Zuo Mo decided to hone his alchemy. At the very least, the most basic pills like Bigu Pills should not have the problem of success rate. Buying materials from Junior Sister Xu Qing, Zuo Mo began to practice and refine bigu pills desperately. Income and expenditure can be basically the same, Zuo Mo’s biggest problem is to try to avoid failure. If the refining fails once, it means the loss of three second-grade spar.

His current proficiency has been greatly improved, and the refining process has been drastically shortened from the previous five hours to three hours. But the price is also huge. His more than 20 second-grade spar, all of which were squandered by him, were all caused by failure. But thinking about the future, only gritted teeth.

Today is the last material. If the refining is successful, it will be the three second-grade spar owed to Junior Sister Xu Qing. These days, he has become familiar with Junior Sister Xu Qing, and he buys medicinal materials for refining medicine every day, and now he can also owe it on credit.

Zuo Moke didn’t want to owe foreign debts. After finishing this bigu pill, he planned to rest for a while until the elixir in the spiritual field matured. Although there is only one material, he is not nervous. These days, high-intensity refining has been repeated, and now he is very proficient in the refining process of bigu pills. I don’t know if it’s a problem of divine consciousness, but his head seems to be a lot easier now. He was not weak before, but it always made him feel a little cloudy and foggy, but now it feels a little bit cloudy.

Could it be that cultivating “Refining the God of Fetal Breath” can also make people smarter?

This idea was so ridiculous that even Zuo Mo thought it was absurd and put it aside.

As usual, Zuo Mo threw all kinds of medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace, put his hand on the gossip plate, and refined it. Spiritual consciousness is particularly sensitive to changes in spiritual power, and he can even feel the spiritual power changes of the medicinal materials in the furnace occasionally, some are stimulated, some are fleeting, and some are gradually disappearing…

Although he was already familiar with Bigu Pills, the changes and fluctuations of spiritual power between the medicinal materials still made him unable to help focus and fascinate.

Before I knew it, my spirit became a little dazed, and my hands that were attached to the gossip plate suddenly changed their posture as if possessed.

A pale golden light hung down from the sky, fell into his hands, and folded towards the alchemy furnace.

After a long time, he gradually regained consciousness. When he saw this golden thread, he was dumbfounded.

He immediately shuddered, damn it! Don’t ruin this potion! He still owes Junior Sister Xu Qing three second-grade spar, and if this furnace is destroyed, it will really be a foreign debt.

The consciousness passed through the alchemy furnace, but there was no reaction inside. Zuo Mo’s heart suddenly burst, and he quickly opened the alchemy furnace.

A green Dandong lay quietly, Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief, it didn’t seem to be abolished. Picking up the bigu pills, just as he was about to put them in the bag, he suddenly caught a glimpse of golden light out of the corner of his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly took the bigu pills in his hand and took a closer look.

After a closer look, I found that this bigu pill is somewhat different from the one that was refined before. The color is dark green, not turquoise. If you look closely, you can see that there are very fine golden lines mixed with stars. The golden light that Zuo Mo captured just now comes from this. And the starting weight is slightly heavier than ordinary bigu pills.

Is this still a bigu pill? Zuo Mo was at a loss.

Eat it and test it out, Zuo Mo didn’t dare. He was reluctant to throw it away and sold it to Junior Sister Xu Qing, and Zuo Mo was afraid that he would cheat others. He knew that this change must have been caused by his mind wandering and subconsciously resorting to the “Red Flame Art”. It stands to reason that the “Chi Yan Jue” is to draw the essence of the sun, its nature is fire, and it will not be harmful.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still intends to keep this medicinal pill, and wait for the master to come out of the pill room to ask about it.

It has been more than ten days since the master entered the pill room, and the door of the pill room is always closed. Sometimes Zuo Mo couldn’t help but wonder, is it true that all cultivators who are powerful in alchemy are like this?

The task of alchemy was completed early, and the master showed no sign of coming out of the alchemy room for a long time. Zuo Mo decided to stick to his own practice. Lingzhifu’s five dharmas, under the current conditions, he has already cultivated to the end, and if he wants to go further, he needs a jade slip behind.

In addition to practicing fingering every day to avoid becoming unfamiliar, the rest of the time, he focused on cultivating “Refinement of Fetal Breath” and refining sword intent.

He doesn’t know if the word tempering is a general term, but he thinks it is very vivid. Now his Sword Intent is only a rudimentary form, like a sword embryo, which needs to be tempered and polished continuously before it can become a precious sword. Uncle Xin Yan’s sword intent was deeply imprinted in his mind, and under that shocking sword intent, he died countless times.

All he needs to do is to try his best to imitate his uncle’s sword intent. Even if it can’t be similar in spirit, at least it must be similar in shape, so that it can at least bluff people.

He made up his mind and would never take action unless it was a last resort. Even Yu Bai could see where he came from. If it fell into the eyes of the masters and uncles, it would be strange not to arouse suspicion. Uncle Xin Yan had never taught him, and when he asked about it, the existence of Pu Yao could not be hidden. When he thought of Uncle Xin Yan’s icy gaze, Zuo Mo was like a light on his back.

No matter which sect you are in, stealing a teacher is definitely a felony.

Zuo Mo now regrets the last time he made his move in Dongfu. Who would have thought that Yu Bai’s eyes were so sharp that he could tell the origin of his sword intent.

But now regret is useless, anyway, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, bare feet are not afraid to wear shoes. Instead, he practiced more seriously.

He couldn’t run the flying sword, and could only use the “Geng Jin Jue” to run it. He was practicing earnestly and earnestly. He was practicing some basic sword skills in the jade slip that Senior Brother Wei Sheng gave him. I hadn’t felt it before, but now that I had a little knowledge of sword intent, Zuo Mo found that although these basic sword techniques were simple, none of them were extremely important. That’s why he turned around and practiced these basic sword techniques again.

Before this, Zuo Mo had never cultivated a sword, and this aspect was completely blank. After being slashed countless times by Pu Yao with Uncle Xin Yan’s sword intent, he finally realized something. But after all, his foundation is too poor. Even if he realizes it, he is like a rootless plant. If it is not stabilized, this spirituality will be quickly worn away.

Because of this, he is now turning back to practice these basic sword techniques.

These most basic sword techniques were all summed up by Wei Sheng in countless bloody battles, and they were solid and effective. Zuo Mo, who had a glimpse of sword intent, was able to examine these basic sword techniques from a higher level, and he learned it very quickly. And these basic sword tactics can fill in the lack of Zuo Mo’s bottom layer.

In the West Wind Courtyard, Zuo Mo practiced these basic sword techniques alone.

The sword technique was very simple, and he could learn it once he learned it, but Zuo Mo was like a demon, and he practiced it over and over again.

Before meeting Pu Yao, before Senior Brother Wei Sheng, his best “Little Cloud and Rain Technique” was tempered little by little. What kind of epiphany, he never expects, in his opinion, there is nothing more real than a little bit of tempered skills.

The more beautiful and delicate things are, the more boring and lonely they are.

The practice of “Refining the God of Fetal Breath” is also handy, and the spiritual power increases steadily. In contrast, the increase in spiritual consciousness is much faster. He is like an ascetic, his daily schedule is extremely full, and he refuses to waste any time.

Thankfully, the goddamn crazy woman didn’t bother him during this time.

Time flows forward like this.

A sword light flew from the sky, Zuo Mo, who was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, stopped, and the master came out.

Jumping on the roof and flipping on the back of the grey-billed goose, the grey-billed goose snorted, spread its wings and soared into the air, carrying Zuo Mo towards Hengfangyuan.

Hengfang Courtyard.

Shi Fengrong’s face showed a faint look of weariness, and the more than a month of alchemy was also a huge drain on her. When Zuo Mo arrived, Xu Qing was reporting to her the situation of the hospital during this period.

Seeing Zuo Mo’s arrival, Shi Fengrong’s face turned cold: “Can your five bigu pills be made into?”

“It has been refined.” Zuo Mo lowered his head and offered the five bigu pills that he had prepared.

Shi Fengrong’s face turned pale, she motioned Xu Qing to accept it, and nodded slowly: “Yes, it seems that you are not lazy. You are new to alchemy, you can ask any questions now.” Xu Qing on the side showed envy, although she was Heng Fang The first disciple outside the courtyard also won Shi Fengrong’s trust, but he could only learn, but did not have the right to ask questions. But she quickly made up her mind, she was not kicked out, she was allowed to sit in, which was a rare opportunity.

Zuo Mo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly asked a few questions that he had always wondered about.

Shi Fengrong also answered one by one.

Zuo Mo suddenly remembered the elixir that he had refined with the “Chi Yan Jue”, and quickly took it out: “Master, this is an elixir that I accidentally refined once, it seems to be different from Bigu Pills, the disciple does not know. Why it is, please ask the master to understand it.”

Shi Fengrong took the medicine pill and couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, she asked, “Tell me how you made it.”

Zuo Mo explained the entire refining process in detail. When he said that he unintentionally used the “Red Flame Art”, Shi Fengrong seemed to understand.

After Zuo Mo had finished speaking, Shi Fengrong said, “This bigu pill introduces the essence of the sun, and its medicinal properties are very yang. It can be included in the list of first-grade spiritual pills. After taking it, it can make people excited and stimulate spiritual power, but afterward, I am afraid that the sequelae will not be small. I have never seen this kind of medicine, you can name it yourself. Ask your uncle Yan Le to sell it and earn some spar.”

Zuo Mo asked stupidly, “How much can this one sell for?”

Shi Fengrong Yurong turned cold: “Go ask yourself.” After speaking, she ignored Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo didn’t know where he offended his cold noodle master, so he resigned embarrassingly. But soon, he was happy again, and he accidentally made a kind of magic pill. Bigu Pills can only be regarded as a medicinal pill, not a panacea at all, let alone a finished product. Zuo Mo knew very well that the price of any spiritual pill that could be purchased was definitely not low.

For Zuo Mo, who was in desperate need of spar, what could excite him more than finding a way to earn spar?

Countless spar stones are waving to him…

He was thinking about when to find Uncle Yan Le.