What the hell!
All the Chan Sect immortals were stunned, their eyes widening and their jaws almost dropping to the ground.
The Chan Sect pellet refinists who had been observing the place with their immortal will paused and turned around, with Potion Dust, their leader, barking angrily, "What a waste of divine items! Do you even know pellet refinement, Jiang He?"
"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense!"
"Brother Tai Yi, Brother Yu Ding, are you going to let Jiang He do as he pleases?"
"Stop, Jiang He! The Body Honing Pellet is a rank-seven immortal pellet and its ingredients are extremely precious. You're wasting immortal ingredients!"
Jiang He pretended not to hear the many rebukes, and whipped out a pitch-black staff with a flip of his hand.
The staff actually exuded the aura of an acquired spiritual treasure. It was a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure. With a single thought, the pitch-black staff rapidly grew in size. Then, he held one end of the staff in his hand and stabbed the other end into the wok.
The immortal crystals beneath the pot were burning faster now, and bubbles soon churned within the pot. Slowly stirring the staff, Jiang He explained, "I've studied your pellet recipe and realized that the most important thing in refining the Body Honing Pellets is to perfectly fuse the ingredients, which is why there are over a hundred complicated procedures and no mistakes are allowed, which is the biggest reason why the production of the Body Honing Pellets is low."
"That is why I've modified it and fused the hundred procedures into one, boiling the ingredients with pure mountain spring water and stirring them to perfectly fuse the ingredients … eh?"
Jiang He noticed that something was not right after a few words of explanation.
Though the Body Honing Pellets were of little value, they were rank-seven immortal pellets and the ingredients used were all immortal-grade. The boiling point of normal mountain spring water was too low to melt the ingredients at all.
Even so …
Now that things had come to this and the thousands of Chan Sect immortals were watching, Jiang He had to steel himself and discreetly use his immortal Yuan Strength to break the ingredients, laughing out loud, "Look, the ingredients are already melting. When they are completely fused, the first step of refining the Body Honing Pellets would be complete."
Down below, the many Chan Sect immortals were barking and cursing incessantly, and Jiang He simply blocked his hearing.
The True Habitant of Yu Ding, the True Habitant of Tai Yi, and the other Chan Sect immortals were left speechless, and Ju Liu Sun could not help asking, "Brother Wang Hou, does Jiang He really know pellet refinement?"
At this moment, Wang Hou felt as if thousands of horses were galloping in his heart.
All he could do was feign composure and smile faintly. "Don't panic, Brothers. I believe in Jiang He's pellet refinement skills … of course, he had never refined immortal pellets before, and it would be excusable even if he fails now that he is directly making rank-seven immortal pellets."
"What?"
Perfected Yu Ding and the other experts of Chan School were speechless.
At the same time, deep in the Jade Void Palace of Chan School, in a certain foreign spacetime …
The Primeval Lord of Heaven, dressed in black Daoist robes and surrounded by the Dao of a Saint, was staring at the water screen before him, which showed the image of Jiang He refining the rank-seven Body Honing Pellet.
Beside him was the Eldest Senior Brother of Chan School, the South Pole Immortal.
Though the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was not listed among the Twelve Chan Sect Immortals, his status was the highest in the Chan Sect aside from the Primeval Lord of Heaven. Even Guangchengzi, the leader of the Twelve Immortals, had to respectfully address him as' Eldest Senior Brother 'when he met him.
However, he was always by the Primeval Lord of Heaven's side and rarely ventured outside, which was why his reputation was not as great as Guangchengzi's. Still, when it came to ability, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole was definitely on the same level as the Nether River Patriarch and the Grand Mage of Xuandu.
Having lived for endless eons and weathered innumerable calamities, he naturally dabbled in pellet refinement and was quite accomplished in it.
The Immortal Hermit of the South Pole could not help chuckling when he saw Jiang He pour the ingredients for a thousand Body Honing Pellets into the pot in one go. "Jiang He probably doesn't know how to refine pellets."
"That's right. He's only been cultivating for two years, and he doesn't have a teacher. His cultivation can be increased by luck, or even by going to a place where time is accelerated, but the Dao of alchemy isn't something that can be achieved by self-study."
Time acceleration …
That was what many people believed.
Jiang He had cultivated for less than two years, but if he had spent some time in a zone where time accelerates, his actual cultivation might have lasted for centuries or even millennia.
Though it was rare for cultivators to reach full-fledged Grand Luo in centuries or millennia, it was not unheard of. Moreover, people like Jiang He and Wang Hou were born with great fortune, and it was normal for their cultivation to be smooth sailing.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven did not say anything.
He simply stared quietly at the mist before him. It was a technique he cast that allowed him to watch Jiang He's pellet refinement despite being separated by several layers of space.
… …
Jiang He was not aware that his pellet refinement had attracted the attention of a Saint.
Of course, given Jiang He's personality, he would not have cared even if he knew.
A medicinal scent wafted out of the thousand-feet tall wok.
After Jiang He used his immortal strength to crush, melt, and stir vigorously, the medicinal ingredients in the wok were turned into a dark-blue medicinal liquid.
He whipped out his phone to check the time.
It had been ten minutes since the spring water was boiled.
Jiang He sniffed, a look of disgust on his face as he explained, "Everyone should be able to smell it … the medicinal liquid doesn't smell good, which is why a certain amount of condiments and spices could be added to adjust the taste after the pellet is formed … of course, the amount of condiments and spices is up to your taste."
Jiang He always had various condiments on him.
He took out several large packets and sprinkled them all over the place, only to have the pungent smell become even worse.
It was as if fish stew had been exposed to the sun and was now stinking.
"What the …"
Subtly wiping the nonexistent cold sweat off his forehead, Jiang He muttered, "I should have used a smaller wok. There's too much medicinal liquid and it's hard to control the taste … whatever, it doesn't matter to me whether it stinks or smells good. I'm not eating it anyway, and I'm just using it to earn Farm Points."
With a wave of his hand, Jiang He blew out the spirit fire beneath the wok and released a strand of frosty immortal strength from his fingertip, injecting it into the half-filled wok of medicinal liquid as he explained, "After adding the condiments, we can proceed to the second step of pellet refinement … by the way, I'm injecting the frosty immortal strength to cool the medicinal liquid faster."
With a wave of his hand, a row of molds appeared on the floor.
There were more than ten of these molds, and they were all of different shapes.
There were molds in the shape of traditional pills, squares, rectangles, and hexagons, as well as lollipops, animals, and flowers. Jiang He made a mold in the shape of a pink piggy, scooped out the medicinal fluid and poured it into the mold.
This version of the mold could pour out 20 Body Honing Pills of the "Pink Piggy" style at once.
After pouring in the medicinal liquid, the frosty immortal strength would freeze and condense the pellets.
"I've asked a blacksmith in my hometown to make these molds, and there are many options for the final shape of the pellets … look, I've named this mold 'Peppa Pig', and the pellets are already formed, although the color still needs to be adjusted …"
"The dyes I've used aren't real dyes, but edible coloring."
"By the way, remember to stick a stick when the pellets are formed, so that they won't stick to your hand when you eat them …"
Even as he spoke, Jiang He had already picked up one of the Pink Piggy.
After he adjusted the color, the Pink Piggy looked no different from the candy boasters back on Earth. The only unpleasant thing about it was the stench.
He wasn't going to eat it anyway.
Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate that the pellet refinement was done, and he did not embarrass himself.
Holding the Pink Piggy, he turned towards the pellet refinists who had scolded him the most fiercely just now and flatly said, "Brothers, why the rush to leave? My Body Honing Pellets are done. Why don't you have a taste? "
As he spoke, he turned towards Dumbo, Trumbo, and the others, barking, "What are you spacing out for? Come and help! "
It was a huge pot of medicinal liquid. Wouldn't they die of exhaustion if they had to condense the pellets one by one?
Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and the nine Wise Rock Monkeys all went to work. They had a clear division of labor, with some scooping out the medicinal liquid, some setting up the molds, and some releasing Frost True Qi.
Trumbo, on the other hand, was in charge of harvesting the pellets.
Each mold could produce at least twenty pellets, and up to a hundred. They could complete a mold in a minute, and their speed was increasing as they became more proficient.
Jiang He then explained, "The process of condensing pellets is very complicated, and it's too troublesome to do it alone. That's why it's fine to leave it to your pets or servants."
Meanwhile, the group of pellet refinists had already landed in front of Jiang He.
Their faces were ashen as they stared at the Pink Piggy in Jiang He's hand.
Was that even a medicinal pellet?
Was that even a Body Honing Pellet?
One of the pellet refinists with a goatee barked angrily, "Jiang He, do you take us for fools? Once the Body Honing Pellets are done, the surface of the pellets would flicker in blue immortal radiance, and there would be nine pellet patterns. What the heck is that? "
Jiang He smiled but said nothing, holding up the Pink Piggy.
The pellet refinist promptly snatched the Pink Piggy out of Jiang He's hand. Holding back the stench, he promptly clenched his teeth and chewed in huge mouthfuls, sneering, "Fine. Today, I'll let a clown like you know your place … eh?"
And yet, in the next split second, the pellet refinist's face dropped. He finished the entire Pink Piggy in a few bites, and could not help crying out, "No way, that's impossible! How could that be a Body Honing Pellet?"
The other pellet refinists' expressions changed, and all of them turned towards the remaining Pink Piggy on the mold.
Soon, the remaining nineteen Pink Piggies were swept clean, and the many Chan Sect pellet refinists looked as if they had seen a ghost. Some were bawling, while others were screaming as if they had lost their minds. Elder Potion Dust, on the other hand, appeared dazed as he muttered, "How could this be … how could this be … could such a technique really refine Body Honing Pellets?"
Deep within the Hollow Jade Temple.
In that unique alternate dimension, the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole looked as if he was struck by lightning as he watched the image on the water screen.
Even the Primeval Lord of Heaven was left dumbstruck.
What the hell!
He really did it???
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