Although the refining failed this time, Song Jie could clearly feel that this failure was different from the previous ones.
The previous failure was entirely due to the severe spiritual conflict and extreme incoordination between the medicinal materials, which led to the explosion.
The feeling of the frying pan this time is very similar to the feeling of the frying pan when refining the rejuvenation pill.
In other words, there is a high probability that the formula for the Mishen Pill he deduced this time will be fine.
It’s just because the proficiency is not enough and the details are not grasped well that the result of frying occurs.
It’s the same frying pan, but the reasons for frying it are different.
“There should be no problem with the recipe this time. Let’s rest for a while and try to make another pot.”
Song Jie’s eyes sparkled and he was quite excited.
But in this excitement, there was also a hint of fatigue.
In one day, there were so many blow-ups, and Dan Fang also performed eight or nine times, even he couldn’t bear it anymore.
I took a Fu Ling Pill and meditated cross-legged for a while.
When all the energy and energy returned to their best condition, the fatigue in Song Jie’s eyes was gone, and his eyes were shining with brilliance.
“Keep refining the elixir and strive to succeed within three times!”
After looking at the only three pots left, Song Jie cheered himself up again.
It was getting dark now. If all three pots were blown through, he would have no choice but to wait until dawn tomorrow before going out to buy pots.
Even if the shop closes late, Song Jie doesn’t want to go out for a walk at night, it feels too dangerous.
Standing by the stove, Song Jie took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it to calm down his nervous mood.
He raised his palm, pointed it at the brand new large iron pot, and stared intently.
“Teng~”
In an instant, a cluster of blue flames appeared out of thin air in the iron pot.
As the Dream Flower and the Mystic Fruit were thrown into it, the blue flame suddenly swelled, and a “sizzling” sound came from inside.
Under the smelting of the Qingming Nether Fire, the Fantasy Flower and the Mystical Fruit soon showed signs of melting.
Seizing this opportunity, Song Jie stretched out his hand to grab the auxiliary medicines on the chopping board, namely Forgettable Grass Seeds and Magic Vine Leaves.
These two auxiliary medicines were the choices he made after summing up his experience of many failures.
Forget-worn grass is a magical spiritual plant that can make people temporarily forget their worries. Its seeds contain concentrated spiritual essence.
After repeated deductions, Song Jie believed that when the Mi Shen Pill was taking effect, the spiritual power contained in the Forgettable Grass seeds could make the enemy temporarily forget to resist.
The magic vine leaf is a kind of vine spiritual plant that grows in the dark dense forest, and its leaves are dark purple.
In a dimly lit environment, the magic vine leaves can absorb the aura floating in the air and convert it into a unique psychedelic effect, which can significantly enhance the potency of the Mishen Pill.
These two auxiliary medicines are the most compatible with the main medicine among all the medicinal materials Song Jie has tried.
The previous feeling of failure in refining had already confirmed this.
When the forget-me-not grass seeds and magic vine leaves were also thrown into the Qingming Fire, the blue flame first expanded for a while, and then quickly stabilized.
When the two main ingredients and the two auxiliary ingredients are almost melted, there is a faint tendency to get entangled together.
Song Jie immediately picked up the moonflower dew in the porcelain bottle on the chopping board, pointed it at the center of the liquid, and dripped it down.
As the three drops of moonlight passed through the Qingming Fire, they merged into the deep purple liquid.
Suddenly, a wisp of psychedelic fragrance floated out from the Qingming Fire and quietly entered Song Jie’s nostrils.
“Oops, I forgot to hold my breath…”
After smelling the faint psychedelic fragrance, Song Jie’s expression immediately changed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an overwhelming sleepiness coming over him, and his brain became groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time.
In a daze, he failed to control the Qingming Nether Fire, and the spirituality of the medicinal materials, which he had finally managed to maintain a balance, began to go berserk in an instant.
“Bang~”
The explosion woke Song Jie up from his drowsy state.
“It’s a pity, it was just a little bit…”
Song Jie sighed with some annoyance.
Looking at the familiar thick smoke, I knew without thinking that the pot must have been blown through again.
When the smoke had almost cleared, Song Jie took off the big iron pot with holes and placed it on the pile of broken pots in the corner of the kitchen.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up a brand new large iron pot and installed it.
After washing off the smoky makeup on his face, Song Jie silently performed Changchun Gong, and the psychedelic power remaining in the body was gradually expelled from the body.
“Continue! Remember to hold your breath this time!”
After reminding himself, Song Jie saw that he was in pretty good condition at the moment and immediately chose to continue refining the Mystic Pill.
Raise your left hand, point your palm at the newly replaced large iron pot, and follow your heart.
With a sound of “Teng”, the faint blue Qingming Fire appeared in the iron pot again.
Followed closely by the Shenmiguo.
Song Jie was already extremely skilled in this set of operations. He put the Forget-Worrow Grass Seeds and Magic Vine Leaves into it one after another like flowing water.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Seeing that the moment of dripping moonflower dew was about to come, Song Jie was ready to hold his breath.
As a result, the Qingming Nether Fire suddenly shook and then expanded rapidly.
“not good!”
As soon as Song Jie finished speaking, he heard a familiar explosion.
“Bang~”
The billowing smoke rose again, and Song Jie’s face was once again put on smoky makeup, and his face turned dark.
“It’s too difficult to refine this new elixir…”
Song Jie was crying. This time, the refining failed because one detail was not handled well.
At this moment, he truly understood the difficulty of the wild alchemist.
Without the help of golden fingers such as the attribute panel, even he, a time traveler, would only face failure again and again when refining new elixirs.
Only when the experience of failure accumulates to a certain extent and one day suddenly enlightens one day, can the success rate of alchemy be improved.
Before the epiphany, the resources consumed by failed alchemy were indeed a considerable expenditure for wild alchemists.
This is also the main reason why most wild alchemists are first-level alchemists, and few can be promoted to second-level alchemists.
I put on the last big iron pot and washed my face again.
Song Jie took several deep breaths to adjust his somewhat unstable mood.
“It’s the last big iron pot. This time I can only succeed, no failure!” If I fail, I will… stand on my head in the street to wash my hair! “
After giving himself a military order, Song Jie took out another Fu Ling Pill and swallowed it.
Then he sat cross-legged and meditated directly on the spot, performing Changchun Gong.
With the help of Fu Ling Pill, his spiritual power soon returned to its optimal state.
Open your eyes and stand up slowly.
Song Jie only felt that his heart was calm now and he had no distracting thoughts.
No longer thinking about anything, he directly aimed at the big iron pot and cast the Qingming Nether Fire.
The next moment, Song Jie’s pupils reflected a faint blue flame.
Stretching out his right hand, he threw the Fantasy Flower and the Divine Confusion Fruit into the Qingming Nether Fire.
When the two main ingredients showed signs of melting, they immediately threw the forget-me-not grass seeds and magic vine leaves into the blue flame.
The two main herbs and the two auxiliary herbs gradually began to melt under the smelting of the Qingming Fire.
Not long after, a pool of dark purple liquid appeared in the large iron pot.
Seeing the right opportunity, Song Jie reached out and picked up the moonflower dew on the chopping board, pointed the mouth of the bottle at the center of the liquid, and shook it gently.
Three drops of moonflower dew dripped down one after another.
The moment the moonlight dew touched the dark purple liquid, Song Jie also held his breath in time.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of psychedelic fragrance floated out and filled the air.
Song Jie, who had been prepared for a long time, was not affected this time and continued to control the Qingming Fire to coordinate the spirituality in the medicine.
At this time, the two main ingredients and the two auxiliary ingredients have all melted into liquid medicine, and are intertwined under the guidance of the moonflower dew.
Faintly, the pool of medicinal liquid seemed to be emitting a purple halo.
It’s just that under the cover of the Qingming Fire, it’s a little difficult to distinguish.
I don’t know if it’s the halo of the medicine itself, or the halo reflected by the Qingming Fire.
As time passed bit by bit, the liquid in the pot gradually became thicker and turned into a paste.
Then under the influence of Qingming Netherfire, the paste began to squirm, slowly taking on the prototype of the elixir.
Seeing this, Song Jie did not relax at all, but instead increased the output of his spiritual power.
He concentrated on manipulating the Qingming Nether Fire, continuing to refine the impurities in the elixir while constantly compressing the volume of the elixir.
Seeing that the elixir became more and more round as he refined it.
Song Jie immediately focused his eyes, poured his spiritual power into Qingming Nether Fire, and shouted loudly.
“Give it to me!”
(End of chapter)