As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

After taking the elixir containing the spiritual grass in the storage bag, Fang Han entered the alchemy room and started refining the spirit gathering elixir.

Nowadays, refining five furnaces of spirit-gathering elixir is already at his fingertips for Fang Han.

In just the past three hours, the five furnaces of Spirit Gathering Pills have been refined.

"There are a total of 130 five low-grade spirit-gathering pills from the five furnaces." Fang Han turned his eyes slightly. "Hehehe, just give fifty to the sect. No one knows my rate of elixir formation anyway."

Thinking of this, Fang Han divided out fifty low-grade spirit-gathering pills and put them into five prepared jade bottles. The remaining 85 spirit-gathering pills were put into his storage with a wave of his hand. bag.

If the senior officials of Yin Mo Sect knew that Fang Han had embezzled so many elixirs and spiritual herbs, and the elixirs handed over were less than half of the refining, they would definitely rush over and pull out his bones on the spot.

"These are the fifty second-level spirit-gathering pills that have been refined. Please check to see if they are correct!" After leaving the alchemy room, Fang Han came to the disciple on duty and took the five bottles of spirit-gathering pills that he had prepared in advance. Passed it over.

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the disciple on duty. He did not expect that Fang Han only needed just three hours to refine the elixir.

In the past, the Foundation Establishment Deacons who came to the Blood Pill Hall to hand over alchemy tasks had to stay in the alchemy room for at least a day and a half before they could barely refine their share of the elixirs they should turn in each month.

"Uncle, forgive me. Nephew, it's just a routine matter." Although he was surprised, the disciple on duty still stretched out his hand and took the five jade bottles handed over by Fang Han.

The disciple on duty penetrated the jade bottle with his spiritual consciousness, counted the number of elixirs, and then looked up at Fang Han with a flattering smile.

"Uncle Master, the elixir is correct. Please take out your identity token. My nephew will give you the sect contribution points for this month's elixir refining."

"Take it!" Fang Han took out the Blood Pill Hall Deacon Token from his storage bag and threw it casually towards the disciple on duty.

The disciple on duty didn't dare to neglect the token flying toward him and hurriedly grabbed it.

After catching the token, the disciple on duty took out a transparent crystal seal from his arms.

As he chanted the spell in his mouth, a black aura floated out of the crystal seal and disappeared into the token. "Master Deacon, my nephew has included the [-] sect contribution points this month into your status order."

After the disciple on duty finished all this, he put the crystal seal back into his arms, and then respectfully handed the identity token back to Fang Han with both hands.

After receiving the token, Fang Han took a step forward and disappeared into the alchemy room of the Blood Pill Palace.

"Uncle Fang." Tian Youfeng, who was distributing elixirs to the inner disciples in the outer hall, immediately greeted Fang Han respectfully when he saw him coming out.

At this time, Fang Han also saw Tian Youfeng who was distributing pills. He just hesitated for a moment and walked towards Tian Youfeng.

"Go, go, don't get out of the way." When Tian Youfeng saw Fang Han approaching, he immediately scolded a group of pill-receiving disciples who were surrounding him.

Although these disciples were very dissatisfied with Tian Youfeng's attitude, on the surface they were smiling apologetically. "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Tian, ​​I will leave soon."

Tian Youfeng looked at the group of inner disciples who had dispersed and let out a cold snort, but when he turned his head, his signature smile appeared on his face again.

"I've seen it before, Uncle Fang." Tian Youfeng nodded and trotted to Fang Han and stopped in front of him.

"Ah."

"Nephew Tian!"

"Do you know if there is blood dragon grass in the Blood Pill Palace?"

Fang Han first nodded slightly to Tian Youfeng, and then asked casually.

This blood dragon grass is a second-level spiritual grass. Although it is not particularly precious, it is not available everywhere.

Fang Han wanted to see if there was this spiritual grass in the Blood Pill Palace. The blood essence of the monks of the Mo clan that he had previously collected was to refine a second-level elixir called Blood Pill.

Blood Soul Pill is a magical elixir used by ancient physical practitioners to strengthen the body. Fang Han has now gathered the other auxiliary medicines to refine the Blood Soul Pill.

Now there is only one blood dragon grass left. Today Fang Han happened to come to the Blood Pill Hall to refine elixirs. He simply wanted to try his luck to see if he could get the blood dragon grass from the Yin Demon Sect, so as not to have to go out of the sect specially. Look for.

"Blood Dragon Grass?" Tian Youfeng thought for a while and then patted his head, "Uncle Fang, it seems that there are really two Blood Dragon Grasses in the Blood Pill Palace's spiritual herb library."

Tian Youfeng seemed to be recalling something and said a little uncertainly.

Fang Han's heart moved slightly when he heard that there was Blood Dragon Grass in the Blood Pill Hall's elixir storehouse. "Master Tian, ​​please take me to the elixir warehouse now."

"Uncle Fang, can I trouble you to go to the Ling Cao Store in person?" Tian Youfeng stretched out his hand and waved to the alchemy apprentice standing by.

"Junior Brother Zhao, come here!"

"Meet the deacon."

The alchemy apprentice surnamed Zhao immediately ran over when Tian Youfeng waved. First, Han Yi bowed and then gave him a fist. "I've met Senior Brother Tian."

Tian Youfeng turned his eyebrows and looked at the apprentice surnamed Zhao with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhao, go to the elixir storehouse immediately to get the Blood Dragon Grass."

"Yes, Senior Brother Tian." The alchemy apprentice surnamed Zhao did not dare to disobey Tian Youfeng. He was one of the few official first-level alchemy masters in the Blood Pill Palace.

If Tian Youfeng is unhappy, I'm afraid he won't hang out in the Blood Pill Palace in the future.

"Then I'll help you, Junior Nephew Zhao." Fang Han was naturally happy to see someone running errands for free.

He took out the Blood Pill Hall Deacon token from his storage bag, showed a kind smile on his face, and handed the token to the alchemy apprentice surnamed Zhao.

"Go back quickly, don't keep Uncle Fang waiting." Tian Youfeng was not polite, and the alchemy apprentice surnamed Zhao shouted in the distance.

Fang Han couldn't help but twitching his mouth when he saw this. "It seems that Tian Youfeng's heart is darker than mine."

Within a moment, the departing alchemy apprentice surnamed Zhao ran back with three bloody spiritual herbs in his hand, breathing heavily.

Fang Han saw the blood-colored spiritual grass in his hand and recognized it at a glance as the blood dragon grass.

Apprentice Zhao Alchemy ran to Fang Han and first raised his hand, respectfully handing the token in his hand to Fang Han. "Uncle Fang, this is your identity token."

After Fang Han took back his identity token, he handed over the three bloody spiritual grasses in his hand.

"Only three?" Fang Han took the Blood Dragon Grass into his palm and frowned slightly.

Seeing Fang Han frowning, Tian Youfeng stared at the alchemy apprentice named Zhao with an angry look on his face. "Zhao Yongfeng, why did you only bring three blood dragon grasses to fool Uncle Fang? Do you not want to live?"

When Zhao Yongfeng heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he knelt down with a plop. "Senior Brother Tian is wronged. Junior Brother searched the elixir storehouse and only found three Blood Dragon Grasses."

"How dare you kid..."

"That's enough!" Just when Tian Youfeng was about to speak, Fang Han interrupted him with an angry rebuke.

"Uncle Fang, calm down, Master Fang, calm down!" Seeing Fang Han's face darken, Tian Youfeng's face suddenly froze.

"What I hate the most is mosquitoes screaming in my ears. Remember, I won't do this again." Fang Han said coldly and turned around and left the Blood Pill Palace.