A Good Romance
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After Ling Han left the library, he went straight out of the academy and wandered around the imperial city, looking for a medicine store.
The cultivation of martial artists couldn't be separated from medicinal pills, but the concoction of medicinal pills could only be found by alchemists, which limited the number of medicine stores. Ling Han found a few, but saw that these medicine stores were too small, selling medicinal pills below Heaven Grade, so it was impossible to buy the concoction materials of Replenishing Spirit Pill.
Paying with gold and silver here was enough to know — the level was too low.
Ling Han searched for a while before finally finding a medicine store with a large shop and a big signboard. Before entering, he saw four guards standing at the door, all of them in the Shattering Void Tier.
He knew that this medicine store definitely had what he needed.
As expected, the medicinal pills and medicinal ingredients here were very complete, and the highest level medicinal pills even reached the seventh level of Divine Grade.
What did this mean?
That was used by elites in the high extreme of the Sun Moon Tier. If it was Ling Han taking one now, he would definitely explode and die.
This also applied to True Origin Stones. The Spiritual Qi contained within was too dense, and if he refined it now, it would be courting death — it wouldn't have the effect of increasing his cultivation at all. Thus, this cultivation treasure could only be used as money now.
Ling Han, however, had no reluctance. As the saying went, if you can't give up the child, you can't catch the wolf. As long as he concocted the Replenishing Spirit Pill, it would bring him endless True Origin Stones.
Fortunately, the purchasing power of True Origin Stones was still considerable. A standard-sized True Origin Stone was about half a kilogram, which could buy five Replenishing Spirit Pills, and to buy raw materials, it could be as many as ten portions.
The concept of ten portions didn't 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, very few alchemists could concoct all the medicinal pills in a furnace. Five pills was the limit, and concocting three pills was above the standard.
Considering the cost, as long as ten portions of materials could concoct five pills, a mere ten percent success rate 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 with a high success rate were even rarer.
After knowing that Ling Han wanted to concoct the Replenishing Spirit Pill, the shop assistant was very enthusiastic, and said that if Ling Han managed to concoct the pill, they could buy it, but they wouldn't accept the price of one True Origin Stone for five pills. Instead, they would exchange seven pills for one.
They have to make some money, right?
Shattering Void Tier cultivators were definitely the largest group of cultivators in the Chaotic Stars Majestic Empire. Thus, Replenishing Spirit Pills were extremely popular, and no matter how many there were, there was no need to worry that they wouldn't sell. On the contrary, this kind of elixir's' low price 'had always been small profits but quick sales, which was more effective in attracting customers. Sometimes, they would even conduct promotions at a loss.
Ling Han did not care about this. Not only did he buy ready-made materials, but he also bought seeds.
With something as good as the Black Tower, it would be an idiot not to use it!
It wouldn't be long before he would have an endless supply of raw materials, and he wouldn't need to come here to buy them anymore.
Moreover, the Replenishing Spirit Pill was only a tenth-tier medicinal pill after all. Most of the medicinal ingredients used were only required to be a hundred years old. 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 in the medicinal ingredients began to evaporate, and one after another, vein-like patterns intertwined.
Ling Han moved and reorganized these vein-like patterns to meet the requirements of the Replenishing Spirit Pill. Only then could the effects be displayed.
He continuously threw in medicinal ingredients, and the vein-like patterns 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 think of the past. He swam freely in the ocean of alchemy, and furnace explosions were a common occurrence. 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 led to his failure. If he could not figure this out, then refining a hundred times would be a hundred failures.
After a long time, Ling Han finally began the second refinement.
Peng, he failed again.
However, if there was someone present, they would discover that the point at which Ling Han failed this time was later than the last time.
In other words, he had improved.
After summarizing the 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 corner of Ling Han's mouth. He had already forgotten the time, and was completely immersed in alchemy. He had enough confidence that he would definitely succeed on the seventh time.
Come.
He was careful, and his hands continuously moved, sending out one force after another to adjust the veins of the medicinal ingredients, causing the different medicinal ingredients to resonate and interweave into an effect that a single medicinal ingredient could not have.
Half a day later.
Ling Han's expression was solemn; it was the most crucial moment.
"Open!" he shouted lightly, and his hands instantly moved 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 medicinal pills in the furnace, but as the lid was opened, pa, pa, pa, four of them simultaneously shattered, leaving only the last one that rose up as if it had a life of its own and was about to escape.
Ling Han hurriedly grabbed it, and then exited the Black Tower, planning to let it experience the pill tribulation. However, he stood in the courtyard, and there was no sign of thunderclouds gathering.
Could it be that it was refined in the Black Tower, and was ignored by the heaven and earth?
"Meow!" A very angry cat's cry was heard, and the large fat cat suddenly pounced over, waving its paw to claw at Ling Han.
"Hey, hey, hey, aren't we good friends?" Ling Han hurriedly dodged.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" the fat cat called out continuously.
"It said that it waited for you for seven days, but you still haven't appeared. Where's the promised meat?" Small Tower said.
The corner of Ling Han's mouth twitched slightly. "You can even speak cat language?"
"What can't I know?" Small Tower said proudly.
Ling Han was suddenly stunned; seven days actually passed!
He grabbed the fat cat, and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll immediately treat you to meat! Stop your hand, no, stop your paw, or else how am I going to make food for you?"
The fat cat finally stopped, and squatted down, looking reserved and proud.
Human, you are This King's cat slaves!
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