"Buzz!"
The bronze alchemy furnace trembled slightly, the lid lifted, and a batch of pills appeared before Long Chen.
Nine pills, none wasted, but the pills were not smooth and had spots—those were pill flaws.
This indicates that impurities in the pill were not completely removed; when the pill was formed, the heat was insufficient, and impurities could not be removed, causing them to condense on the pill's surface.
This pill has major flaws. If taken long-term, it can be harmful to the body. When taking the pill, other detoxifying liquids are needed to assist the body, otherwise it will damage the foundation.
"This is too exaggerated. It's slightly above mid-grade, still quite a bit of a distance from being top-tier." Looking at those pills, Long Chen couldn't help but sigh.
The alchemy furnace was terrible—not only did it have no auxiliary abilities, but because the runes were crude, the heating was uneven, and it required a huge amount of soul power to maintain.
The Fire Dragon had just awakened and was still unfamiliar with the laws of the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm, so it had some flaws in its coordination with Long Chen.
Moreover, Long Chen's own mortal energy hadn't faded, making his soul power mixed and impure. The pills couldn't absorb more of the world's spiritual energy through his power, so his spiritual nature was greatly lost.
"But no matter what, the effect is ten times better than the low-grade Shedding Pill I bought. And as the mundane energy in my body gradually fades, the quality of the pills will improve accordingly, creating a virtuous cycle." Long Chen ate one and felt that after the pill melted in his body, its potency was far better than the Shedding Pill he had tricked from that fat guy back then.
From today onward, Long Chen could refine pills himself, which meant he had once again embarked on the path of cultivation.
If the people at the Alchemy Institute knew that Long Chen, an ascendant from the lower realm, could refine a mid-grade Mortal Shedding Pill on his first visit to the Immortal Realm, who knows how many would be shocked.
You have to know, the laws of the mortal and immortal realms are completely different. For most ascenders, to refine pills, they usually have to completely drain the mortal energy in their bodies and then readjust. Usually, after a year, they can start refining, and the failure rate is extremely high.
Therefore, in the Alchemy Institute, very few disciples ascend to the mortal realm, because the academy is unwilling to spend so much time and effort training the next generation of disciples, unless that disciple possesses astonishing talent and development potential.
"Strangely, my Pill Emperor's memories don't include the Shedding Pill, but as soon as I saw the recipe, I immediately understood the refining method and taboos." Long Chen looked at the pill in his hand, lost in thought.
The pill recipes in the Pill Emperor's memory were all from the mortal and immortal realms. He had no impression of them, but seeing the recipe, Long Chen seemed to recall something—he could simply refine it according to his instincts. Everything felt so familiar.
There was no problem with the technique, but even a clever housewife cannot cook without rice. No matter how good the alchemy technique was, it was limited by the alchemy fire, the furnace, and the patient's own reasons and could not fully utilize it.
The rules of the Alchemy Institute are quite tricky. Here, only some low-level pill recipes are freely disclosed to disciples, while higher-level formulas require certain contributions or status to be obtained for free.
But the disciples of the Alchemy Institute don't get along well. Those who obtain high-level pill recipes have unique identities and won't reveal them to others. Sharing them with others only adds one more competitor in the future.
Although the Pill Institute does not prohibit disciples from circulating pill recipes among themselves and no one shares them, there is a rule within the Pill Institute that prohibits disciples from buying and selling pill recipes among themselves. Therefore, the pill recipes within the Institute are also Long Chen's target.
However, Long Chen was not in a hurry. Everything was moving in a positive direction, and now the door had already opened. Next, he was about to steadily move forward.
Long Chen had refined five batches of pills in a row, exhausted and somewhat weak. The furnace was not effective, the alchemical fire was weak, and he had to fully absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the pills, which was too exhausting.
However, after consuming five batches of pills, the mundane energy within Long Chen had greatly diminished, and he felt much lighter, even able to sense the immortal spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Hehe, next time I refine pills, maybe I'll be able to make a top-grade Shedding Pill." Long Chen sensed the changes in his body, a smile appearing on his face.
Being able to sense the immortal spirit energy meant that the mortal energy had shed a lot and was beginning to draw near to him, making pill refining much more convenient.
After putting away the alchemy furnace and letting the Fire Dragon rest, Long Chen stretched lazily, feeling refreshed and energized, his whole body full of energy and energy.
"Mentor Long Chen, the disciples of the elite group have already assembled. We're just waiting for you to give a lecture." Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Hahaha, alright, I'll go see how elite these elites really are." Long Chen laughed heartily. This elite team was a challenge posed to him by Master Yunyang, but he was full of confidence.
Now, throughout the entire Divine Academy, countless people wanted to see Long Chen make a fool of himself, but Long Chen was never afraid of this. The more difficult the task, the more he liked to do it.
As soon as Long Chen stepped out, disciples hurried forward to lead the way. The flying mount had long been prepared, and he finally enjoyed the treatment of a mentor, which made him feel much better.
"Mentor Long Chen, are you confident in this bet with Mentor Yunyang?" The disciple leading the way nearby boldly asked.
"Yes, but not many." Long Chen said.
"How many?" The disciple pressed further.
"What?" Long Chen asked.
"Mentor Long Chen, please don't misunderstand. After all, this matter is causing a huge stir in the Divine Academy. Isn't this my advantage to get the first chance? I want to know some news first. If someone asks me, I have the right to show off." The disciple smiled and said. His cultivation wasn't high, but he was clever and not annoying.
"If anyone asks, just tell them. Their chances aren't high, but it's only a 100% chance." Long Chen chuckled.
"One hundred percent?" How is this possible? You have to understand, those guys are all troublemakers who don't listen to you at all. Are you being too careless? How about I help you explain their situation in detail? "That disciple is quite enthusiastic.
"No need. I've long known what kind of people those guys are. Nothing is impossible for me."
If they cause me to fail, I'll skin them alive and light sky lanterns. Anyway, if I fail, none of them will survive. Long Chen said calmly.
The disciple trembled in fear. This was way too ruthless! At that moment, Long Chen had already mounted his flying mount and sped away.
Long Chen rode his flying mount alone to a mountain range, where there was a deep valley chosen as the gathering place. Moreover, Long Chen had agreed with Master Yunyang that no one was allowed to spy on his training; otherwise, if Long Chen caught him, Master Yunyang would lose.
Inside the valley, a group of people were cursing and shouting something, and at that moment, Long Chen descended from the sky and landed before everyone.
"Are you that Long Chen?"
Before Long Chen could speak, a disciple glanced sideways at Long Chen and asked disdainfully.
"Crack!"
Just as the disciple finished speaking, Long Chen reached out his large hand, grabbed the man's neck, and twisted it. The man's neck bone was snapped, his whole body trembled, and he fell to the ground, quickly losing his breath.
"Dead?"
The disciples present turned pale, staring at Long Chen in terror.
Long Chen took out a white handkerchief with a look of disgust and wiped his hand clean, as if he had twisted the man's neck and dirtied his hand.
The
whole place fell into dead silence. Long Chen didn't even spare anyone a glance. Only after he had completely wiped his hands clean did he turn to the terrified crowd and said nonchalantly, "
Sorry, I don't have a good temper. Before you talk to me, you'd better think about what actions, tone, and expression you should use."
Long Chen suddenly slapped his forehead and said apologetically, "Sorry, I acted too quickly just now. He seemed to want to express something." Could someone please tell me what he wanted to say just now? Thank you. "