The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 907
After leaving the library, Ling Han immediately walked out of the Academy, and strolled around the Imperial Capital in search of an apothecary.
Cultivation practices would always be inseparable from alchemy pills, but concocting an alchemy pill could only be done by an alchemist. This limits the number of pharmacies available. Ling Han had visited a few, but found that the scope of this pharmacy was too limited — alchemy pills sold were Heaven Grade and below, below, so it was impossible for him to purchase the necessary ingredients for the Spirit Pill Refilling potion there.
Seeing that the payment there was settled using gold and silver, one must have known that the — level was indeed too low.
After searching for a while, Ling Han finally found an apothecary with a large shop front and a large signboard. He had yet to enter, but saw that there were four guards standing at the door, each with a Shattering Void Tier cultivation level.
He knew now: inside this apothecary, there would definitely be something he needed.
Sure enough, the alchemy pills and medicinal herbs here were extremely complete, and the highest tier alchemy pills had even reached the seventh layer of the Immortal level!
What kind of concept is this?
It was for the consumption of elites who had reached a level higher than the Sun Moon Tier. If Ling Han consumed one now, his body would explode, and he would die.
This was also true for the True Origin Stone — The condensed Spiritual Qi of the heaven and earth contained within it was too concentrated. If he fixed it now, he would only seek death, and it would do nothing to increase his cultivation level. Hence, now these cultivation treasures could only be used as currency.
Ling Han was not the least bit reluctant to part with him. As the saying goes, you have to lose some to gain some. As long as he could concoct the Replenishing Spirit Pill, it would help him produce more True Origin Stones in return.
Fortunately, the purchasing power of True Origin Stones was quite good. True Origin Stone standard size — about 500 grams — can buy five Spirit Filling Pills, or as much raw material as enough for ten servings.
The ten parts were not only capable of producing ten Refilling Spirit Pills; instead, each part could produce up to five pills. It was calculated according to the size of the standard alchemy furnace, taking into account the difficulty of interweaving the pattern. It's standard.
However, some alchemists could refine all the ingredients in a — five furnace was the limit, and could refine three materials already above the standard.
Considering the cost, as long as ten servings of ingredients could be refined, just 10% of the success rate of pill concoctions was enough to regain the cost. From this point of view, alchemy is a profitable business — the same is also true in the Eternal Realm and the small world.
It was a pity that being an alchemist was too difficult, and an alchemist with a high success rate of pill concoctions was even rarer.
Upon learning that Ling Han wanted to concoct the Spirit Refilling Pill, the staff were very enthusiastic, and said that if Ling Han managed to concoct the pill, they could buy it, and they could, but not at the price of one True Origin Stone for five pills. . In exchange it would be one True Origin stone in exchange for seven pills.
They have to get something, right?
The Shattering Void Tier was definitely the largest group of cultivators in the Chaotic Stars Majestic Empire, so the Spirit Refilling Pill was extremely popular, as well, and there is no need to fear that it will not sell even if there is a large number available. On the contrary, this kind of alchemy pill had always provided a small advantage but a quick turnaround, and was more effective in attracting customers. Sometimes, it is even sold at a loss.
Ling Han did not care about this; he not only bought ready-made ingredients, but also grains.
Having such a good thing as the Black Tower, it would be ridiculous not to make full use of it!
Soon, he would have an endless supply of raw materials, and no longer needed to buy them here anymore.
Moreover, the Spirit Refilling Pill was ultimately just a Level Ten alchemy pill. Most of the materials used only required a hundred years of growth, and only a few materials required twice as long. For the Black Tower, it would only take two months.
Ling Han had spent two True Origin Stones — one bought ten servings of ingredients, and the other used to buy many seeds.
After returning to the Academy, he began to bury his head in concocting pills.
He naturally had no difficulty in purifying the ingredients, but he took a deep breath the next — next step was the important one: concocting the pill himself.
Open furnace!
Within the Black Tower, Ling Han did not have to worry about the extreme temperature of the flames. In it, he was a true God.
Boom, fire raged, and Ling Han started to put the ingredients into the alchemy furnace. Purified with True Flame, the energy in the medicinal herbs began to evaporate, and the patterns were intertwined.
Ling Han acted, rearranging these patterns to meet the requirements of the Replenishing Spirit Pill. So that the pill gives the desired effect.
He continued to enter the medicinal ingredients, while his blood vessels also became increasingly complicated.
With an explosive sound, Ling Han sighed — the furnace exploded. He has failed.
Ling Han could not help but think about the past. He was constantly swimming in the sea of alchemy pathways. Furnace explosions are common. How could there be an Alchemy Emperor in the following years without much first failure?
Instead of immediately starting to refine the ingredients of the second batch, he closed his eyes and recalled his previous efforts in detail, trying to ascertain the cause of his failure. If he could not figure it out, then even if he were to try the potion a hundred times, he would still fail a hundred times.
After a long time, Ling Han started the refining process a second time.
Booms! He failed again.
However, if someone else was present, they would find that Ling Han's failure this time came later than the last attempt.
In other words, he's making progress.
After summarizing his failure, he made another attempt.
Booms! This is the third failure, but it does not matter — there is an improvement.
On the fourth attempt, he still failed. For the fifth attempt, he still failed. Then, the sixth attempt also ended in failure.
But, the corner of Ling Han's lips showed a smile. He forgot the time, and fully devoted himself to concocting pills. He was quite confident that he would succeed in the seventh attempt.
'Come!'
He was very careful; his hands were constantly moving, exerting a powerful force, conditioning the patterns of medicinal ingredients, and making the different ingredients resonate with each other. He interweaved patterns in such a way as to give an effect that a single medicinal ingredient could not produce.
After half a day.
Ling Han's expression was serious when the most important time had arrived.
"Open!" He struck lightly, and his hands instantly began to move innumerable times. Three flames gushed out.
It was the Three Fire Guide, a secret technique of his own creation.
He suddenly opened the lid, and saw that there were five jade green round pills in the furnace, but with the opening of the lid, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, four pills were smashed to pieces, he said, leaving only the last one to jump around. Seemingly having a life of his own, trying to escape.
Ling Han quickly took it, and came out of the Black Tower, intending to experience the Level Ten alchemy pill tribulation. But, as he stood in the courtyard, he saw no signs of cloud overcast all this time.
Could it be that because it was purified in the Black Tower, it was ignored by heaven and earth?
"Meow!" A very angry cat cry sounded. A fat big cat threw itself, retracting its claws to scratch Ling Han.
"Hey, hey, hey, aren't we good friends?" Ling Han quickly dodged.
"Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! ”The fat cat screams nonstop.
“Said that he has been waiting for you for seven days, but you haven't shown up yet. Where's the meat you promised me? ”Say of Small Tower.
Ling Han's mouth moved slightly. "You can even talk to a cat?"
"What can't I do?" The Little Tower responded with a tsundere tone.
Ling Han was stunned. "Seven days have passed?"
He grabbed the fat cat, and said, “Alright, alright, I will treat you meat! Please stay in your hands .. no, I mean claw. Otherwise, how can I make you food? "
The fat cat finally stopped attacking Ling Han. He sat on his hind legs, showing an aloof and proud expression.
'Man, you are all slaves to this royal cat!'