Chapter Eighteen: Fatty Really Cares About Face
"Oh, please speak, True Person," Ye Feng's eyebrows slightly raised, vaguely feeling that Zi Xiao True Person seemed a bit off at this moment.
Zi Xiao's mouth slightly curved, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Let's continue from what we discussed earlier. This Furnace Star Sword Hong Tian Dan, you might be able to infer the situation in the furnace at this time?"
"……" Ye Feng wasn't stupid, and immediately realized that Zixiao was testing him. In reality, he was probably worried that even he himself didn't have a solution, and wanted to trick Ye into revealing his approach. Honestly, you could've just asked me directly, I'm not like I wouldn't tell you. Fine, fine, considering your age, I'll give you some face. "Then please, Master Zixiao, tell me the timing of the firing process, the time for adding various materials, and every change in the fire's temperature during that time. I'll try to calculate it."
"I started firing the furnace fifty-seven days ago at midnight, and the input time for various materials is..." Zi Xiao Zhenren hastily told Ye Feng about the details of refining the elixir, only to realize later that he had been a bit too hasty. His old face turned red as he coughed dryly twice and said: "Cough, it's like this, you come calculate it yourself, is there anything else you want to ask?"
Ye Feng chuckled and shook his head, closing his eyes to calculate with his fingers. He muttered to himself: "Thousand-year sword bamboo solid, crimson evil blood star sand, thousand-year earth dragon blood..."
Zi Xiao Zhenren gazed at Ye Feng with a tense expression, his thick lips pursed, the fatty flesh on his face twitching slightly with each of Ye Feng's mutterings. His hands hidden in his sleeves clenched and unclenched or rubbed back and forth from time to time. Cultivators are also human, after all; the Xingjian Hongtian Dan is no ordinary treasure. Even a master at the Yuanshen stage wouldn't dare treat it lightly. This furnace of elixirs had cost Zi Xiao Zhenren an enormous amount of heart's blood; if it were really destroyed just like that, he would probably wail for three days and nights, vomiting blood by the bucketload.
Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp light in his pupils flashed by like lightning. He looked at Zi Xiao Zhenren and said: "Zhenren, I have already calculated the situation in the furnace." Then he explained the changes of various materials during refining, the fusion of their medicinal properties and so on.
"Hmm," Zi Xiao nodded slightly, but his heart had already been stirred up like a stormy sea. It's not unusual for someone to refine pills according to the pill formula, but being able to calculate every change that occurs in the pill furnace at each moment is not just about being good at refining pills, it's enough to be called a master.
"Is there anything else you want to ask this little kid?" Ye Feng looked at Zixiao True Person's face for a long time, his magnificent expression. Although Zixiao True Person tried his best to remain calm, the constantly trembling fat on his face had already betrayed his heart.
"So, do you know what to do now if you want to keep this furnace dan?" Zixiao True Person said, feeling his face burning as if he had stuck it directly into the earth fire. He could only hope that the young man was simple-minded and wouldn't notice anything, or else his face would be lost forever today.
"At this time, if you just want to keep the Star Sword Hong Tian Dan, it's not impossible. Just take the Wan Zai Han Xin Cao and grind it into powder, then every two hours, add three coins' worth of it, and after seven days, you can separate the impurities." Ye Feng said confidently.
"Is that it?" Zixiao was stunned for a long time, seeing Ye Feng no longer speaking, and only then asked in doubt: "Is that all there is to it?"
Ye Feng smiled slightly and said, "Not bad, it's just that simple. However, since a lot of medicinal power was consumed earlier, this batch of pills can only be considered mid-grade." He secretly regretted the waste of those precious materials, if he had been the one to refine them... Of course, his own cultivation wasn't enough, otherwise producing top-grade pills would have been no problem at all.
"Hmm, not bad, you're right," Zi Xiaozhen sighed in his heart. Mediocre is mediocre, at least it's much better than not even being able to get a hair. "Alright, you go first, I still need to continue refining the pill." He didn't doubt Ye Feng's words, he had just done some calculations himself and the results were similar to Ye Feng's, so from the bottom of his heart, he had already acknowledged that his own pill-refining skills were indeed no match for this stinky little kid.
Ye Feng slightly curled his lip, what a joke, hurry up and find the Wanzai Hanshencao. Yuan Shen period master! Can't even refine a Xingjian Hongtian Dan, yet dare to call himself a Dan refining master. Actually, he didn't quite understand the situation, thinking everyone was as abnormal as him. Zixiao True Person's Dan refining technique in this realm, indeed was renowned, even the Dantian Sect, which made Dan refining its foundation, might not be stronger than Zixiao True Person by much.
Waiting for Ye Feng to leave Dan Fang, Zi Xiao Zhen Ren couldn't sit still any longer. If he delayed for a while, the medicinal properties in the furnace would lose another fraction. He directly flew his primordial spirit to the extreme north to search for the Wàn Zài Hán Xīn Cǎo (Ten Thousand Years Cold Heart Grass). The Ten Thousand Years Cold Heart Grass wasn't actually that rare of a medicine material; although it seemed like an extremely long time, it was just grass frozen in ice for ten thousand years. If it could still survive after being thawed out, then it became the Ten Thousand Years Cold Heart Grass.
Zi Xiao's true self had escaped to search for medicine, his body guarding the dan furnace, a heart disease in his mind temporarily gone, but then he thought of Ye Feng's performance again, and the fat on his face couldn't help but tremble. This stinky brat really wouldn't stop until he scared people to death, where did this young kid learn such high-level alchemy from? With the excellent roots of the Xianjing Shen bone, and having such a superb dan-making technique, his personality is also quite compatible with Fei Yang Peak, no matter what, he can't be taken away by others.
Ye Feng came outside, Song Renjie had already sat up from the ground, and was helping Meng Changjun who was still dizzy. Meng Changjun was more frightened than hit, his original psychological shadow had not recovered, this time it would be even harder to recover.
Yan Feng emerged from within, Song Renjie's movements stiffened for a moment, and his eyes filled with resentment and anger as he said: "Yan Shidi, can you tell me what level of cultivation you have achieved now?"
Ye Feng stroked his chin and smiled, saying: "This, sorry, it's a secret." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
Song Renjie clenched his fists and then relaxed them, but in reality, he was unsure of what to do. Ye Feng's cultivation was at the 9th level of Qi Refining, which was higher than his own. Could it be that Ye Feng's mind was so deep that he had deliberately used the 5th level of Qi Refining to deceive him when they first arrived, and then revealed his true strength at the 7th level in the battle with Meng Changjun? Or was he truly a genius among geniuses, able to cultivate from the 5th level to the 9th level in such a short period of time.
In short, no matter what the reason is, Song Renjie knew that this person was absolutely not to be trifled with, and it's best to stay as far away from him as possible in the future. As for Meng Changjun, he had an uncle who served as a sect executive, and how he would take revenge in the future was his business, anyway, Song Renjie didn't want to get involved again.
Song Renjie supported Meng Changjun back to their room, rummaged out medicine for internal and external use for Meng Changjun, and only then began to tend to his own injuries.
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