C1028 Very Not Simple
Smelting, purification, condensation of the core;
These were the three most basic steps to refining a pill.
For most alchemists, in order to avoid increasing the difficulty of purification, they could only use medicinal herbs that were in the same order and proportion as the refining Pill Furnace.
That was the reason why many alchemists, upon seeing Su Ling throw all the medicinal ingredients into the Pill Furnace, knew that the art of alchemy was very different from what they had expected.
Everyone found it laughable to see Su Ling standing in the Alchemy Field with a calm and composed expression.
"Even at such a crucial moment, he still acted like he did not care at all. Looks like a bunch of Holy Medicine, a cauldron of Eight Trigrams Furnace, and a Netherworld Flame is still not enough to make Su Ling feel pain!"
"Hehe, I'm afraid Su Ling is just pretending to be calm!" After all, Ye Tanfeng and him refining the Profound Soul Pill this time, he had made a huge mistake from the start and it was impossible for him to succeed. It can be said that Eight Trigrams Furnace and Netherworld Flame are equivalent to him giving them to Ye Tanfeng. "
"Ye Tanfeng is really too lucky. It was a piece of cake for him to be able to obtain such a treasure from Su Ling. This is comparable to a great opportunity."
Many apothecaries knew clearly what it meant to an apothecary to be able to obtain the treasures of Eight Trigrams Furnace and Netherworld Flame.
If a top genius of Alchemy like Ye Tanfeng could obtain two more treasures, then it would undoubtedly be immeasurable for his alchemy skills.
Su Ling felt that the surrounding people were extremely noisy. He sneered and said calmly, "Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"
After saying that, Su Ling's right palm fiercely shook, and the Mystical Qi that was at the peak of the Half-God Stage in his body was instantly injected into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Accompanied by this wave of Mystical Qi, Su Ling's Soul Force that was at the peak of the fifth stage, was also injected into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Gradually, the Eight Trigrams Furnace absorbed the Mystical Qi in Su Ling's body, and the formation engraved on the furnace began to blossom with radiance!
It was pitch black like ink, and there were even some thick flames. Like a black mamba snake, it swam around the Eight Trigrams Furnace, burning and roasting it.
At this moment, all of the Eight Trigrams Furnace's medicine had been melted and turned into a liquid.
Su Ling controlled the Soul Force and knew everything that happened within the Pill Furnace. He squinted his eyes, there were not many herbs used to refine Profound Soul Pill, and when he used the Soul Force, he captured the most important herbs among the Eight Trigrams Furnace and started to purify them.
Cloudpine Dew was a medicinal herb that came mainly from the depths of the mountain. It required moist soil, coupled with a scorching heat, in order to be able to give birth.
Thus, this medicinal herb needed to be purified the most, and it contained a lot of impurities.
At this moment, Su Ling had unmistakably controlled the Soul Force, his control over the Soul Force was practically at the pinnacle. With full concentration, he stared at the Eight Trigrams Furnace in front of him, and immediately captured and refined the refined Cloud Pine Dew's essence.
Many alchemists stared at Su Ling. At this moment, no one dared to look away as they all wanted to see Su Ling make a fool of himself.
As long as Su Ling blew up the furnace, or rather, failed the concocting of pills, they would definitely mock and ridicule him and not give him any chance to make a comeback.
Under the gazes of many alchemists, Su Ling's movements were extremely fast. When his Soul Force caught the impurities in the Cloud Song-Lu, it was immediately evaporated by the Netherworld Flame. Su Ling's speed was so fast that it was dazzling. When the crowd saw the Eight Trigrams Furnace emitting a white mist, they realized that there must have been a Herbal Essence or impurities evaporated.
"Hehe, with such a fast purification speed, I don't believe that he is really removing the's impurities and not the Herbal Essence's."
"We'll know in a while. After purifying, we'll need to condense the pills according to the corresponding ratio!" "If he had removed a large amount of essence from his body when he was purifying just now, he would definitely have failed when he condenses his core."
"That's right!" The process of refining pills is intertwined. If a problem occurs in any segment, it will result in a failure and there is no chance of a fluke. "
"Being able to form the core is the best method to check the integrity of the purification process, so we don't need to debate too much about it. With Su Ling's current purification speed, he might be able to condense the core before Ye Tanfeng."
Many alchemists, after witnessing Su Ling's purification and speed, couldn't help but frown. Su Ling's skilled techniques and movements could be said to be smooth like the clouds and flowing water.
As Su Ling continued his actions, everyone had a serious look on their faces. They were all focused on Su Ling's every move, including every single detail of him concocting pills.
Su Ling's movements were smooth. After the Eight Trigrams Furnace released a white mist, Su Ling's Soul Force continued to wander among the Eight Trigrams Furnace, attempting to capture the impurities within other Herbal Essence s. This series of movements and maneuvers seemed to have been repeated a thousand times in Su Ling's mind because Su Ling was too adept.
Very quickly, Su Ling found the Nirvana Grass Herbal Essence and evaporated the impurities within it. Relying on the Precious Fire, the impurities within the Herbal Essence were quickly removed.
On the other hand, Su Ling's expression didn't change much after removing the impurities in the Cloudpine Dew and Nirvana Tail Grass, as if he had done something extremely insignificant.
Everyone was dumbstruck. They all knew that Su Ling was about to condense his pill.1
Then, everyone turned to look at Ye Tanfeng, who was at the side, and saw that Ye Tanfeng was also very fast in refining the pill. Because Ye Tanfeng was refining the pill step by step, and he added every single medicinal ingredient into the refining Pill Furnace in strict order, Ye Tanfeng's purification process was very natural, there was no possibility of anything going wrong.
"It's too fast!" Wu Tie's purification speed was simply too fast. "You see, Ye Tanfeng just put the herbs into the Pill Furnace. Logically speaking, it should be easy for him to purify them, but now, his purifying speed is actually slower than Su Ling."
"That's right, the skillful movements Su Ling displayed just now was not like those of those who train in Alchemy s. His pill concocting methods are too adept, his speed is too fast, he is just like flowing water, even the techniques of the High Grade alchemists might not be any faster than him."
Amongst the many alchemists present, there was no lack of alchemists with High Grade. When they saw Su Ling's purification speed, they were also quietly shocked and became extremely astonished. Such a skillful alchemy technique was not inferior to theirs.
As an apothecary, the only way for one to become proficient in pill forging was to practice more. Being proficient in the art of pill forging was definitely not wrong.
If one had never practiced pill forging before, it was impossible for one to be so skilled, needless to say, reach such a level of fluidity.
"Looks like in this Pill Forging Competition, it is hard to determine who will win and who will lose!" It can only be determined after the Core Formation stage, or even after the pill is formed. "
"This Su Ling, using the art of alchemy, maybe... It's not simple at all! "
At this moment, many of the pill refiners felt as if they had a lump in their throat. Su Ling's performance was too stunning, and it was shocking, especially at this moment, Su Ling's expression was even more calm. He did not seem worried at all, as if he had already won this competition.
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