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With that, Du Shaomu turned to Nangong Zhan and said, "Senior, please continue to protect me. Next up, this pill will refine it for you. It will solve the problem on your body."

"Alright!"

Nangong Zhan's heart trembled. This was refining a pill for him.

To solve his problem, he had to protect him no matter what.

As for the other things, we'll talk about them later.

"Fu Guangtinng, come up. How much you can comprehend is up to you!"

When Du Shaomu once again sat cross-legged, he also spoke to Fu Guangtinng.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"

Fu Guangtinng was stunned. He thought he misheard and was pleasantly surprised.

He knew about Fu Guangtinng, this was what Martial Uncle was going to teach him.

How rare was this opportunity.

Back then within the North Cloud City, Martial Uncle had casually given him a few pointers, which had given him endless benefits.

Fu Guangtinng tidied up his clothes and almost burnt the incense before finally arriving at the stage. He respectfully stood at the side.

Seeing Martial Uncle concoct pills at such a close distance, he was sure that Martial Uncle was not an ordinary pill.

For Fu Guangtinng, this was a sacred matter that he could not tolerate being disrespectful to.

"Presumptuous..."

Seeing that Du Shaomu still wanted to refine a pill in front of the Medicine Holy Tower's entrance, the Pill Sovereigns were instantly unable to contain their anger.

Is this the same as slapping the Great Herb Tower in the face?

"Calm down!"

The Venerable Redsoul waved his hand to stop the other Holy Masters. His gaze was focused on Du Shaomu.

"You still want to forge pills?"

"Could it be that we are still going to refine a honored rank pill?"

The entire stadium looked at each other. Countless gazes were focused on the small platform.

The major powers and the experts of the seven great holy lands seemed to be interested in this as well.

To them, refining a noble pill was something that was hard to come by.

All sorts of medicinal herbs once again flew in front of Du Shaomu.

These medicinal herbs were suffused with a multicolored light, and the fragrance of the medicine assaulted the nostrils, causing them to be annihilated.

"He must be refining a noble pill!"

Many rankers that were not from Pill Master could see that the herbs and heaven and earth treasures that Du Shaomu took out were not ordinary things.

This proved that what Du Shaomu was going to refine next was indeed the honorable pill.

Boom!

The medicinal cauldron in front of Du Shaomu vibrated once again. The secret markings flashed, the sound was deafening, and the Pill Fire roared.

"Long!"

In an instant, a blazing aura poured out.

As the Pill Fire rose, its aura was especially hot, causing one's skin to burn with pain.

"Huff, huff …"

With a sweep of his sleeve, a large amount of medicinal herbs that were suffused with a red glow was thrown into the medicinal cauldron.

"This is nonsense!"

The Holy Medicinal Tower's Pill Elder shouted coldly on the spot.

A large amount of medicinal herbs were directly thrown into the medicinal cauldron, and the various treasured medicine's medicinal properties were mutually restraining each other, refining the temperature of the fire to different levels.

This was equivalent to destroying those treasured medicine and heavenly materials.

In order to refine pills, the Pill Master had to refine one medicinal herb after another.

Finally, it was able to condense into a pill.

Among them, the order of the medicinal herbs is extremely important.

Although it seemed easy to refine, it actually encompassed everything.

Furthermore, the higher the quality of the pill, the more strict the requirements were for soul force, medical knowledge, alchemy skills, and other things.

Any apprentice alchemist knew these principles.

But now, Du Shaomu threw a bunch of treasured medicine and heaven and earth treasures into the medicinal cauldron.

It was like a giant stew, refining so many heavenly and earthly treasures and medicinal ingredients.

Isn't this a waste?

None of the Pill Master s would do such a thing.

There was no lack of experts and experts from major powers in the crowd that had witnessed this scene with their own eyes, so it was hard to believe.

Isn't this nonsense? Who would concoct pills like Du Shaomu?

Isn't a pot of mixed stew destroying all of these treasured medicine and heaven and earth treasures?

"Could it be that the precious pill was not created by Du Shaomu?"

Many people had already suspected that the honorable pill that was just refined was definitely not Du Shaomu.

However, at this moment, Du Shaomu was sitting cross-legged on the stage, controlling the fire inside the medicinal cauldron.

As time passed, the medicinal cauldron began to emit a medicinal fragrance.

Baili Ge Que, Little Dragon, Nangoong Xuewei, and the Du Xiaogui did not have any doubts.

Nangong Zhan's heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety.

Fu Guangtinng stood on the stage and watched closely. He did not even dare to blink.2

Fu Guangtinng was afraid that he had missed something, so he focused his attention on it.

At this moment, Du Shaomu's condition on the stage was slightly different from the time when he was refining the Crimson Dragon Pill.

Du Shaomu wasn't as relaxed as before. Although his expression was as calm as before, he had immersed himself in a state of total oblivion.

At this moment, in Du Shaomu's heart, there was only the medicinal cauldron, the only thing he had in mind was the medicinal herbs, and the only thing he could do was to refine pills.

Previously, he had concocted a Fiery Dragon Pill.

With Du Shaomu's third level of the Dan Zong Stage cultivation, it was more difficult than common sense.

However, the most difficult thing to refine was not the lack of strength.

Instead, it was his comprehension and experience in medicine, as well as the control of his soul force.

The higher the quality of the pill, the more one needed a state of mind.

As the God of Pills in his previous life, Du Shaomu's soul in this life was as monstrous as his physical body.

With the experience of the God of Pills and the God of Pills, coupled with the fact that he had already reached the third level of the Pill Sect, the first level of the Refinement Realm was no longer a problem for him.

Refining the pill, Du Du Shaomu, wasn't too difficult.

However, Du Shaomu was not careless at all when it came to refining the pill.

As time passed, the inner core fire of the medicinal cauldron roared.

All the herbs and heavenly materials had been thrown into the medicinal cauldron by Du Shaomu.

The Pill Elder Pill Master s that were present were shocked as well.

They could tell that even with their strength, it would still take them ten days to half a month to finish refining that heavenly resources and treasured medicine.

Even if it wasn't the Pill Elder cultivation, the Pill Fire that was condensed wouldn't be able to refine those heavenly materials and treasures.

Du Shaomu, on the other hand, only used half a day's time to completely refine all the heavenly materials into the medicinal cauldron.

From their initial disdain until now, the expressions of the pill refiners of the Holy Medicine Tower gradually changed.

Looking at Du Shaomu who was concocting pills on the stage, they seemed to have felt something.

In front of Du Shaomu, wisps of the runes inside the medicinal cauldron condensed and interweaved, sealing some of the energy within the medicinal cauldron.

"This is an ancient method of gathering medicine. Being able to split different medicinal ingredients into medicinal cauldron and then condense them into pills at the same time requires one to have an extremely strict control over both medicinal knowledge and soul force!"

Holy Saint Withered Herb lightly muttered under his breath. Unknowingly, his eyes had already started to ripple on his aged face.

It was unknown when, but Pill Master had been coming out of the Medicine Sacred Pagoda.

The densely packed crowd of Pill Master were all looking at Du Shaomu, who was on the stage, for some reason.

However, the entire place was silent, including the countless onlookers who were still rushing over. It was as if they were afraid to disturb Du Shaomu.

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