Chapter 683

A Good Romance

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After Ling Han left the library, he directly left the Academy and wandered around the Imperial City in search of a pharmacy.

Martial artists' cultivation could not be separated from alchemical pills, but alchemical pills could only be concocted by alchemists, which limited the number of pharmacies available. Ling Han searched for a few pharmacies, but saw that the scale of these pharmacies was too small. The alchemical pills they sold were all below Heaven Grade, so it was impossible for him to buy the materials needed to concoct the Replenish Spirit Pill.

This place used gold and silver to pay the bill, and he would know. The level was too low.

Ling Han searched for a while, and finally found a pharmacy with a large shop and a large signboard. Before he entered, he saw four guards standing at the door, all of them in the Shattering Void Tier.

He knew that there must be something he needed in this pharmacy.

Sure enough, the alchemical pills and medicinal materials here were very complete, and the highest grade alchemical pills even reached Seventh Level Divine Grade.

What kind of concept was this?

That was used by elites in the high extreme of the Sun Moon Tier. If Ling Han took one now, his body would definitely explode and he would die.

This was also applicable to True Origin Stones. The Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth contained within them was too dense, and if he went to refine them now, he would be courting death. It would not be able to increase his cultivation at all. Thus, these cultivation treasures could only be used as money now.

Ling Han, however, was not the slightest bit reluctant. As the saying went, if you can't give up the child, you can't catch the wolf. As long as he concocted the Replenish Spirit Pill, it would bring him an endless supply of True Origin Stones.

Fortunately, the purchasing power of True Origin Stones was still considerable. A standard-sized piece of True Origin Stone was only half a kilogram, which was enough to buy five Replenish Spirit Pills, and if it was used to purchase the raw materials, it would be as much as ten portions.

The concept of ten portions did not mean that only ten pills could be concocted, but that each portion could at most concoct five pills. This was calculated based on the size of a standard alchemy furnace, and it also involved the difficulty of interweaving vein-like patterns. This was the standard.

However, there were very few alchemists that could concoct all of the medicinal pills in a cauldron. Five pills was the limit, and concocting three pills would be above the standard.

Taking into account the cost, as long as one could concoct five pills out of ten portions of raw materials, which was only a mere ten percent success rate, it would be enough to recoup the cost. From this point, it was the same in the Immortal Realm. Alchemy was an extremely profitable profession.

Unfortunately, it was too difficult to become an alchemist, and alchemists that had a high success rate were even rarer.

After knowing that Ling Han wanted to concoct Replenishing Spirit Pills, the shop assistant was very enthusiastic, and said that if Ling Han managed to concoct a successful pill, they could buy it, but it was impossible to buy it at the price of five pills for one True Origin Stone. Instead, they would exchange seven pills for one True Origin Stone.

They had to make some profit, right?

Shattering Void Tier elites were definitely the largest group of martial artists in the Chaotic Stars Majestic Empire. Thus, Replenishing Spirit Pills were very popular, and no matter how many there were, there was no need to fear that they would not be able to sell. On the contrary, this kind of medicinal pill had a "low price", and had always had a small profit margin but quick turnover. It had a greater effect on attracting customers, and sometimes, they would even conduct promotions at a loss.

Ling Han did not care about all this. He not only bought ready-made ingredients, but also seeds.

With such a good thing like the Black Tower, he would really be an idiot not to use it.

It would not be long before he would have an endless supply of raw materials, and he would not need to come here to buy anymore.

Moreover, Replenishing Spirit Pill was only a Level Ten medicinal pill, after all. The majority of the medicinal ingredients used only required to be a hundred years old, and only a few medicinal ingredients required to be two hundred years old. For the Black Tower, it would only take two months.

Ling Han spent two True Origin Stones. One was to buy ten portions of ingredients, and the other was to buy a large amount of seeds.

After returning to the Academy, he began to immerse himself in alchemy.

Things like purifying ingredients were naturally not difficult for him at all. He took a deep breath. The next step was the main point, alchemy.

Open the furnace.

Inside the Black Tower, Ling Han did not need to worry at all about the extreme temperature of the flames. Here, he was a true god.

Hong, the flames raged. Ling Han threw the medicinal ingredients into the alchemy furnace one by one. Under the refinement of the True Fire, the energy within the medicinal ingredients began to evaporate, and one after another, vein-like patterns interweaved.

Ling Han moved to reconstruct these vein-like patterns to meet the requirements of the Replenishing Spirit Pill. Only then could the effects be displayed.

He continuously threw in the medicinal ingredients, and the vein-like patterns also became more and more complicated.

With a peng, Ling Han sighed dejectedly. The furnace explosion had failed.

As the Alchemy Emperor, how long had it been since he had tasted the taste of failure in alchemy?

Ling Han could not help but recall the years of the past. He swam freely in the ocean of alchemy, and furnace explosions were a common occurrence. And without so many failures, how could there be the Alchemy Emperor later on?

He did not immediately begin the refinement of the second portion of ingredients. Instead, he closed his eyes and recalled the details from before, what had led to his failure. If he did not figure this out, then he would fail a hundred times in a hundred attempts.

After a long while, Ling Han finally began the second round of refinement.

Peng, he failed again.

But if there was someone present, they would discover that the point of Ling Han's failure this time was later than the previous time.

In other words, he had improved.

After summarizing his failures, he would try again.

Peng, he failed for the third time, but it did not matter. He had improved again.

The fourth time, he still failed. The fifth time, he still failed. The sixth time, he also failed.

However, a smile appeared at the corners of Ling Han's lips. He had already forgotten about the time, and was completely immersed in alchemy. He had enough confidence that he would definitely succeed on the seventh time.

Come.

He was very careful, and his hands continuously moved, sending out one force after another to adjust the vein-like patterns of the medicinal ingredients. This caused the different medicinal ingredients to resonate, and interweave into an effect that a single medicinal ingredient could not possibly possess.

Half a day later.

Ling Han's expression was solemn. The most crucial moment had arrived.

"Open!" he shouted softly. In an instant, his hands opened and closed countless times, and three flashes of flames shot out.

Three Fire Guide, this was a secret technique that he had created himself.

He suddenly opened the lid of the furnace, and saw that there were five round, jade-green alchemical pills in the furnace. However, as the lid was opened, four of them shattered at the same time, and only the last one rose into the air. As if it had a life of its own, it wanted to escape.

Ling Han hurriedly grabbed hold of it, and then exited the Black Tower. He planned to let it experience the alchemy tribulation, but as he stood in the courtyard, he still did not see any signs of thunderclouds gathering.

Could it be that it was refined in the Black Tower, and was ignored by heaven and earth?

"Meow!" An extremely enraged meow rang out, and the large fat cat suddenly pounced over, waving its claws in an attempt to claw at Ling Han.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't we good friends?" Ling Han hurriedly dodged.

"Meow meow meow meow meow!" Fat Cat meowed non-stop.

"It said that it has already waited for you for seven days, but you still have not appeared. Where's the promised meat?" Small Tower said.

The corner of Ling Han's mouth twitched slightly. "You can even talk like a cat?"

"What can't I know?" Small Tower said proudly.

Ling Han was suddenly startled. Seven days had actually passed!

He grabbed hold of the fat cat, and said, "Okay, okay, okay. I'll immediately treat you to some meat. Hurry up and stop your hands, no, stop your claws. Otherwise, how am I going to make food for you?"

Only then did the fat cat stop its hands, and squatted down, looking reserved and proud.

'Humans, you are This King's cat slaves!'

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