Immortal God of War-Chapter 72: Blast Furnace_1

Looking at Cheng Yi’s sneering face, Qin Feiyang felt an urge to slap him.

What’s so special about Level Six spiritual power? Showing off your superiority?

He had wanted to deal with this person properly, but on second thought, arguing with such a clown would only be a waste of time.

"Let’s chat another time."

He chuckled, then strode towards the alchemy room.

Unhappy? No wonder. After what I said, even the thickest-skinned person would feel ashamed. Cheng Yi sneered inwardly.

But he didn’t leave. He wanted to know which alchemy room Qin Feiyang was assigned to.

"Huh!"

Seeing Qin Feiyang stop at the door of the last alchemy room, surprise flashed in Cheng Yi’s eyes.

It seems Elder Feng isn’t giving him much preferential treatment either, Mumbling under his breath, Cheng Yi flashed a grin, revealing a row of white teeth, and said with a laugh, "Jian Haotian, I’m in alchemy room number four. The Alchemical Flame there is several times purer than in yours. If you need it, feel free to come to me."

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. Is this guy not done yet?

But before he could speak, Cheng Yi continued, "Don’t thank me. Taking care of new Disciples is my duty and responsibility. If you have any questions, remember to come ask me."

With that, he turned and walked towards the main gate, his face full of disdain.

I’m losing my temper. Alchemy room number four, is it? Fine, I’ll take you on. Let’s see how long your smugness lasts.

Qin Feiyang sneered, turned back to enter his alchemy room, and shut the stone door behind him.

The alchemy room was about five meters square.

In the center stood a stone pedestal, upon which a Pill Furnace was placed.

The Pill Furnace was as large as a washbasin, entirely black, and engraved with unknown, ancient-looking patterns.

In a corner, there was an old, worn-out meditation cushion.

Aside from these few items, the room was conspicuously empty.

Finally starting Alchemy.

Qin Feiyang glanced around, his gaze settling on the Pill Furnace on the stone pedestal. He felt a surge of excitement, mingled with a touch of nervousness.

「Five years ago...」

He had never imagined that one day he would walk into an alchemy room and perform Alchemy himself.

But, while he hated those people, he was also grateful to them. If it weren’t for that incident, he would still be just an arrogant Prince with outstanding talent; he would not have matured as he had, nor would he have managed to break the limits of a Martial Artist and open the first layer of the Door of Potential. He also wouldn’t have understood what hardship truly was, or what it meant to cherish things.

What was lost was undoubtedly important.

But what was gained was even more so!

"Phew!"

Qin Feiyang shook his head and let out a long breath, clearing his mind of distracting thoughts. He took out the Healing Pill Formula and began to study it carefully.

He memorized every step, then took out the medicinal ingredients for the Healing Pill and laid them out in order on the stone pedestal beside the Pill Furnace, ready for use.

Once everything was set...

"Jian Haotian, are you in?"

"We heard you were starting Alchemy, so we came to offer some guidance."

"Open up!"

Suddenly, a clamor arose from outside.

Guidance? Qin Feiyang sneered. They’ve probably come to spy on me! I’ll indulge your wishes.

He walked over and opened the stone door.

The first person he saw was Ling Yan.

Beside him stood a young man and woman, both around seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in fine clothes, their faces etched with a hint of arrogance.

Ling Yan smiled and said, "Jian Haotian, let me introduce you. This is Senior Sister Lu Hong, and this is Senior Brother Ji Jin. They both possess Level Five spiritual power and are well-known figures in Black Bear City."

Qin Feiyang glanced at the pair, clasped his hands in a salute, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Senior Brother, Senior Sister."

Lu Hong said, "We’re all from the same sect; no need for such formality."

Ji Jin looked Qin Feiyang up and down and said indifferently, "We heard this is your first time performing Alchemy, so we thought we’d come and watch, perhaps offer a pointer or two. We hope you don’t mind us intruding, Junior Brother Jian?"

"It is my honor to have you both visit. How could I possibly mind? Please, come in."

Qin Feiyang stepped aside, an expression of being pleasantly overwhelmed on his face.

But inwardly, a chill settled in his heart. Cheng Yi, are you courting death?

The only people who knew he was currently practicing Alchemy were Cheng Yi and the two Steward Elders. The Steward Elders would definitely not divulge this. Only Cheng Yi would. I understand Cheng Yi’s goal quite well. He wants nothing more than to discover my talent in Alchemy. But his pride prevents him from coming himself, so he sent Ling Yan and the others instead. First, he tried his best to determine my spiritual power level, and now he has sent people to monitor me. To control the information about me, Cheng Yi has truly pulled out all the stops.

Ling Yan and the others walked into the alchemy room one after another.

After closing the stone door, Qin Feiyang walked to the Pill Furnace, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind.

The three exchanged glances, a hint of disdain flashing in their eyes. They stood to one side, arms crossed, watching him. It didn’t seem like they had come to offer guidance at all; rather, they looked like they were here to watch a show.

After a moment, Qin Feiyang opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as still water. He looked down at the stone pedestal before him.

At its edge was a small, white, button-like square.

He reached out, his large hand covering the button, and pressed down hard!

CRACK!

With a harsh sound, a fist-sized black hole suddenly appeared beneath the Pill Furnace in the center of the stone pedestal.

HUM!

The next moment, a torrent of Alchemical Flame erupted from the hole!

A searing heatwave rolled out!

The temperature in the alchemy room rapidly soared.

In no time, beads of sweat began to form on Qin Feiyang’s forehead. The base of the Pill Furnace quickly turned red-hot, emanating waves of heat.

Immediately after, with a thought, a sliver of spiritual power emerged from the top of his head and shot towards the Alchemical Flame.

Although the Alchemical Flame and his body didn’t make direct contact, a strong burning sensation was still transmitted incessantly through his spiritual power. The first time, caught off guard, he swiftly withdrew his spiritual power.

After taking a deep breath, he once again directed his spiritual power towards the Alchemical Flame.

The first step in Alchemy is controlling the Alchemical Flame. Each medicinal ingredient requires a different intensity of heat. If the Pill Furnace temperature is too high, the ingredients will instantly be incinerated into black smoke. If it’s too low, their essence cannot be extracted.

Therefore, precision is paramount!

But no one could possibly get it perfectly right on their first try; it requires gradual adjustment and acclimatization.

About an hour passed. Qin Feiyang’s spiritual power gradually adapted to the high temperature of the Alchemical Flame, until finally! His spiritual power and the Alchemical Flame harmoniously blended, becoming one. The Alchemical Flame felt like a part of his body, and he couldn’t sense any heat from it.

This meant the first step was successful!

Qin Feiyang exhaled. With a thought, he reduced the Alchemical Flame to its minimum. Then, from his Sea of Consciousness, he extracted a wisp of spiritual power, enveloped a green medicinal herb with it, and gradually dropped it into the Pill Furnace.

"So fast!"

Ling Yan and the other two exchanged incredulous glances. The fusion of spiritual power and Alchemical Flame wasn’t an easy task.

Ji Jin asked in a low voice, "Ling Yan, how long did it take you to fuse your spiritual power with the Alchemical Flame?"

Ling Yan replied, "Two months. You two?"

Ji Jin said gravely, "One month."

Lu Hong added, "Same for me. If I remember correctly, it took Cheng Yi ten days. For this person to take only an hour is truly unbelievable!"

Ji Jin whispered, "It seems he deceived us; he isn’t at Level Five spiritual power! His spiritual power is even stronger than Cheng Yi’s!" He then clenched his fists, a cold light flickering in the depths of his eyes. His faint voice was audible only to the three of them.

Hearing this, a bone-chilling coldness flashed in the eyes of Lu Hong and the other man. That bastard! How dare he deceive us? He’s truly courting death!

However, they quickly concealed their expressions.

While the three were conferring privately, Qin Feiyang was constantly adjusting the heat. With the temperature inside the Pill Furnace becoming increasingly stable, a rich fragrance from the medicinal herb slowly wafted out. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Eventually, Qin Feiyang stabilized it at thirty percent of its full intensity. That was the precise heat required for that particular medicinal herb.

Under the scorching temperature, the medicinal herb gradually withered, and wisps of green mist began to flow out from it.

Qin Feiyang’s heart filled with joy. He quickly controlled his spiritual power to envelop these wisps of mist, protecting them from evaporation.

In the end, the medicinal herb turned to ashes. The mist gathered, eventually condensing into a drop of green liquid that hovered inside the Pill Furnace, radiating a faint glow and a sense of vitality!

This was the essence of the medicinal herb, also known as Spiritual Liquid!

Qin Feiyang was already drenched in sweat, but he didn’t dare lose focus. He continued with the established procedure, placing the second medicinal herb into the Pill Furnace. He began to control the Alchemical Flame again, refining the Spiritual Liquid.

Alchemy was a delicate process. Not only was it complex and intricate, but it also required extreme caution. The slightest mistake could lead to complete failure.

Qin Feiyang now deeply understood the difficulty of Alchemy. It tested not only one’s patience but also one’s willpower.

Ling Yan and the other two were dumbfounded. They clearly remembered how, during their first attempts at Alchemy, they had ruined countless medicinal herbs before succeeding.

But this bastard had surprisingly refined the Spiritual Liquid in a single attempt!

His level of control was simply too strong! If they hadn’t seen that Qin Feiyang’s movements were still somewhat clumsy, they would never have believed this was his first time performing Alchemy.

Shame was clearly written on all three of their faces. They had claimed to come to guide him, but now it seemed he was the one who should be guiding them.

At the same time, their hearts filled with profound jealousy. Allowing someone like him to stay in the Elixir Palace wouldn’t just threaten our positions; it could strip us of everything we have!

Qin Feiyang was unaware of their thoughts and had no time to concern himself with them.

The Healing Pill required eight types of medicinal herbs. He had already refined the Spiritual Liquid from seven of them.

A dozen or so breaths later, the Spiritual Liquid from the eighth medicinal herb was finally refined.

Now came the final step: merging the Spiritual Liquids from the eight medicinal herbs.

This was also the most crucial step. During the merging, one had to fuse them very gently. It was vital not to be disturbed by external factors. Otherwise, a moment’s distraction or poor control could not only result in the loss of the Spiritual Liquid but could even cause the Pill Furnace to explode!

Qin Feiyang took a deep breath and, controlling his spiritual power, slowly brought the eight Spiritual Liquids closer together.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts so much!"

Just as the eight Spiritual Liquids were about to merge, Ling Yan suddenly clutched his stomach and yelled loudly.

BANG!

CLANG!

Qin Feiyang’s body trembled. The eight Spiritual Liquids violently smashed into each other, creating a powerful explosion. Accompanied by a loud noise, the Pill Furnace instantly shattered into pieces.

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