Because Ye Zifeng had absorbed a lot of the Golden Marrow Pill's qi, the profound grade pill had been reduced to a huang grade pill. However, even though it was a huang tier pill, Xueyi still couldn't believe it. After all, a huang tier alchemist can refine a pill like this. How could her brother refine something like this? In the entire Leizhou City, there aren't many huang tier alchemists that can do this.
Only when Ye Zifeng waved his hand in front of her did she come back to her senses.
She pursed her lips and had a serious expression on her face, "Brother Zifeng, tell me honestly. Where did you steal this golden marrow pill from?"
"Steal? Of course I refined it myself. " Ye Zifeng furrowed his brows. He was a peak tier alchemist. As long as the ingredients are in front of him, he can refine anything within the qi refining stage.
"That's not possible. I grew up with you. I know all the books that you've read. You've read a lot of books about beauties from another world. But when did you ever read books about alchemy?" Xueyi asked with a serious expression.
Hearing this, Ye Zifeng felt embarrassed. So it turns out that he's so unreliable. Since he transmigrated into this trash's body, people probably think of him like this. It seems like he needs to change his image in the future.
"Don't worry. No matter what, you're still my brother. When we get out of here in three days, we'll find a chance to give this pill to the master that you stole it from. This way, he won't come looking for trouble. I promise that I won't tell father about this. "
Ye Zifeng bitterly smiled. The master that you're talking about is your brother. He's standing right in front of you. However, he still felt warm inside. Even though his sister thinks that he's trash, she's still worried about his safety.
"Xueyi, based on your understanding of me, do you think that I would do something like steal a pill?"
Ye Xue Yi's complexion slightly changed. Obviously, she also realized that her brother was such a weak and useless person. He wouldn't dare to steal the pill from the master. But if that was the case, where did the Golden Marrow Pill come from?
"Could it be that this is just a fake Golden Essence Pill?"
Ye Zifeng was speechless. No matter how he explained it, Xueyi wouldn't believe him if he didn't let her see it for herself.
"This … Oh right. Don't you think that there's a possibility that your brother's talent in alchemy suddenly awakened?" Ye Zifeng started to think about how to solve this problem.
"Do you think that's possible?"
"It's possible …" Ye Feng smiled awkwardly and nodded. This was not a possibility, but he was already a Peak Alchemist.
Ye Xue Yi had a strange look in her eyes, "Brother, do you really want me to believe that brother Zifeng refined this pill? Alright … How about this, if you can refine another Huang Grade Dan for me in front of me, then I'll believe you! "
Ye Zifeng was overjoyed. He had been waiting for Xueyi to say something like this.
"What about the herbs?" He looked at Ye Xueyi expectantly. Right now, even the cleverest housewife can't cook a meal without rice. As long as he has the ingredients and the cauldron, then everything will be fine. In this way, the pills he refined would be able to help him reach the peak of the third stage of qi cultivation.
"When did brother like alchemy so much? Could it be that you've really awakened your talent in alchemy?"
Xueyi giggled and continued, "As for the ingredients, don't worry brother. Dad loves me a lot. If I ask for anything, as long as it's not too much, he'll agree."
Ye Zifeng's face sank and shook his head, "No way. He can't pay for the ingredients this time."
"Why?" Xueyi thought about it and thought that she understood what Ye Zifeng meant, "Oh … I know what you mean. If dad pays for it and sees that you made another cauldron of slag, he'll be so angry that he'll lock you up for a few more days."
Ye Zifeng smiled and didn't say anything.
As someone who had lived two lives, Zifeng's temperament was different from other youths. He didn't want Ye Chongtian to know that he could concoct pills too early.
Because if he did that, he might spend his entire day concocting low-level pills, and thus neglect the important matter of martial cultivation. Previously, he was a dual cultivator of alchemy and martial arts. He understood that the path of alchemy as a supplement and martial arts as the main path was where the true path lay. Also, if he revealed that he could concoct high level pills, then other clans would try to suppress him. Who knows if he would be targeted by a Martial Spirit Realm cultivator? If he was lucky, then he would be crippled. If he was lucky, then he would lose his life.
"Okay. Since brother Zifeng said so, I won't ask my dad for money this time. I'll use my own money!"
Ye Zifeng smiled, "Thank you sister. If you can concoct the Golden Marrow Pill, then we'll split it half. But I have a condition. Only the heavens, the earth, you, and me know about this ….. "
Although the Golden Marrow Pill was only used by low-level Qi Condensation cultivators, if it was a Huang Grade Golden Marrow Pill, it would be worth five times the price. Because of this, a Huang level Pill Master's position in the family was always highly respected, because in the eyes of others, he was a moving money tree.
Ye Xue Yi burst out laughing, "Big brother, look at how serious you are. I'm almost fooled by you. As long as the pills you refine are edible, even if it's the most ordinary kind, I'll be satisfied. "
"Then you'd better have a sliver of hope. This way, you can be mentally prepared." Ye Feng smiled faintly.
He picked up the Golden Essence Pill and placed it in Ye Xue Yi's hand: "Oh, right, don't you think that I forged this pill? How about this, you can sell it to the shop assistant …" Pills can make money, money can make pills, this principle is not difficult to understand.
Ye Xue Yi nodded her head and smiled: "Alright, even if it's a trash pill, it can still deduct some medicinal ingredients."
…
After Ye Xueyi finally left,
Ye Zifeng sat down and started to meditate.
The three day agreement was coming. Wang Lin was in the fourth stage of qi refining and Ye Zifeng was in the middle of the third stage of qi refining. Even though he had opened up his meridians and increased his aptitude, this trash Ye Zifeng's body was too weak. Even if he swallowed some strong pills, he would only be able to increase his cultivation and not his body's strength.
Ye Zifeng still needed to train hard to increase his body's strength.
It was a good thing that Ye Zifeng was a dual cultivator and was already in the Martial Lord realm. It wasn't hard for him to find a few qi refining stage martial arts manuals in his head.
"All the martial arts I've practiced before are related to refining my true fire. They're all supplementary martial arts. With my current body, I definitely won't be able to withstand this kind of fire. I might not even be able to withstand it in my entire qi refining stage. What should I choose to start with?"
There were too many choices. Even Ye Zifeng couldn't help but feel troubled.
He thought about it for a bit and suddenly smiled, "Oh yeah. Why don't I find out what kind of martial spirit this trash Ye Zifeng awakened?"
Everyone has a chance to awaken their martial spirit after they reach the qi refining stage. However, they don't have to wait until then. They can use some methods to find out what kind of martial spirit they awaken. It's just that these methods are too complicated and most people don't know where to start.
It was a good thing that Ye Zifeng had the memories of when he was a Martial Lord. He knew how to find out what kind of martial spirit he had. Even so, it wasn't something that he could easily find out. If he was unlucky, he might not even be able to find out what it was.
Ye Zifeng made up his mind and calmed himself down. He started to feel the undulations coming from his soul.
With a thought, the wind howled. He felt as if he was in a starry night world. The Dreamy Cloud Swamp, the mountains, and the steam made it hard for him to see his surroundings.
All of a sudden, he felt as if a huge ghost shadow had appeared beside him. This ghost shadow looked at him malevolently. It didn't attack, nor did it approach him. It just looked at him strangely, and he didn't know what it was thinking.
"Malicious Ghost Martial Spirit? No …. Even if it's a malicious ghost martial spirit, isn't this a bit too big? " Ye Zifeng was shocked. Even when he was a Martial Lord in his previous life, he had never seen a martial spirit like this before.
He thought to himself, 'Looks like this sickly and weak Young Master Ye isn't completely useless. Maybe he's sick and weak, and it's because of this mysterious Martial Spirit that he's a burden.'
As the ghostly shadow hovered in the air, it looked at Ye Feng, who had spoken to it, as if it was very strange.
A low and cold voice sounded, "I originally thought that with your sickly body, you wouldn't be able to live long enough to see me. I thought that your martial spirit wouldn't be able to awaken …. But, how come you can see me when you're only at the 3rd stage of qi refining …. You can even talk to me?"
Compared to Ye Zifeng's surprise, the martial spirit that was silent in his heart was also surprised.
"How about this. I think that with your body, you won't be able to reach the Martial Disciple realm. If you die, then my existence will be meaningless. So, I can lend you a bit of my power so that you can use my martial spirit's power. "The ghost's voice was still low.
"What? I haven't even reached the Martial Disciple realm and I can already use my martial spirit's power?" Even as a Martial Lord, Ye Zifeng had never heard of something like this before. He was very smart. Of course, he wouldn't explain it to the ghost. His body's problem could be solved with pills.
In the next moment, Ye Zifeng felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier. The Dreamy Cloud Swamp was like a paradise as it slowly drifted away from him.
To Ye Zifeng, who was only at the 3rd stage of qi refining, it was too difficult for him to communicate with his consciousness. He took a deep breath and woke up from his soul sea. Even though he didn't know what this ghost was, he was sure that since this mysterious martial spirit was able to communicate with him in his consciousness, then it must have something special about it.
This was because normally, martial spirits are dead and represent a type of ability. A living martial spirit is something that can only be found by luck and cannot be sought after. It can continuously increase in strength.
Thinking about this, Ye Zifeng felt that the bitterness was over and the sweetness was just beginning. His entire body was filled with an indescribable sense of comfort. It wasn't a big deal for him to increase his cultivation by one stage. It was something that would happen sooner or later. The quality of his martial spirit would directly determine his future in the Martial Spirit Continent. It was something that every martial cultivator cared about the most.
"Oh right. Did he say that he could lend me some of his martial spirit's power? Then what is the martial spirit's power behind this huge ghost? "
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