The Path to Becoming Immortal

At first, Ning Ping was joking, but his face became more and more serious as he spoke, as if he was doing it for your own good.

When Hua Wenyao heard this, he took a breath, and thought about it carefully, it was really like this. Then he thought, no wonder this kid could be on good terms with him, and he left a good impression on the master. He was indeed a talent, and this might be his way of dealing with people.

"You are a kid who still has some conscience. You should stay with the master in the future and don't embarrass me. Although I recommended you, you still have to rely on yourself in the future."

"I understand, don't worry!"

"Okay, let's go, let's go see the master together, you will be busy next time." Hua Wenyao looked at Ning Ping with some gloating, and thought about his leisurely life now, and he was even happier in his heart.

"By the way, senior brother, let's live in the same place from now on, here..." Ning Ping also took the opportunity to make a small request.

"Okay, whatever you want. You know what, I'm a little nervous when you say that." Hua Wenyao directly understood that Ning Ping was just afraid of the two people who had just died in the general affairs department.

Ning Ping was certainly not afraid, but staying away from the master could give him a little sense of security.

The two came to the attic together. Yang Qizhen did not make pills today, but was in the study.

"Come in!" Yang Qizhen's voice came as soon as the two entered the attic.

Ning Ping was already very familiar with the attic. The study was on one side of the living room, and there was only a bookshelf in the middle. There were not many books on the bookshelf, but it was filled with some bottles and jars. Ning Ping had also seen them, and they were not rare medicinal materials.

"Hua Wenyao, pay more attention to the two disciples who successfully awakened their spirits the day before yesterday. Now the amount of medicine required by the sect is getting bigger and bigger, so pay more attention to this matter." Yang Qizhen glanced at the two and began to talk.

The day before yesterday was the day for the July 15th test of cultivation. If the pot was still there, it would probably be one of them.

"Yes, Master. I'll take my leave first." Hua Wenyao said and turned away, leaving Ning Ping alone.

Yang Qizhen's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked Ning Ping up and down and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, very energetic. You have to work hard to follow the master in the future. As for what you can learn, it depends on you."

"Come with me. I just need to refine a furnace of fasting pills today. You have to watch carefully."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out. What Ning Ping couldn't see was that Yang Qizhen, who was walking in front of him, had a deep doubt on his face: Was it an illusion that he sensed Uncle An's breath yesterday? What he didn't know was that Ning Ping had just completely refined the soul he had swallowed last night.

Ning Ping followed behind Yang Qizhen, his heart was up and down, and he didn't know what kind of situation he would face next, but according to his own speculation, he shouldn't attack him on the first day.

After much hesitation, the two finally walked into the alchemy room. Looking at the extremely familiar things in front of him, Ning Ping was also quite emotional. This was a scene he had never expected. He tried every means to escape from here, but he ended up being inexplicably trapped in it.

"Watch more, learn more, talk less, and experience more with your heart."

"Hmm~" Ning Ping responded absentmindedly.

Then Yang Qizhen waved his hands repeatedly, and several kinds of medicinal materials were neatly placed on the table. At this moment, Ning Ping also showed a hint of surprise, watching these things magically appear on the table.

Ning Ping saw that it was the spiritual medicine used to refine the Bigu Pill, but there was one thing, that is, spiritual rice, which is a staple food specially for monks to eat, and it is also the most plant grown in Chunhui Valley.

However, seeing that he didn't take it out, it should be because the amount of spiritual rice is large, and his storage bag can't hold all of it. The last few times he saw them refining the Bigu Pill, a furnace used a whole load of spiritual rice.

Still the same old way, the fire was lit and the stove was heated.

"Next, you use your spiritual sense to carefully observe the method used by the master."

After saying this casually, Yang Qizhen began.

When it was almost done, the stove cover was opened and a spiritual medicine was thrown in.

"There is still some time now, you can check the remaining spiritual medicines."

When Ning Ping heard it, he picked and chose in front of the table according to what he had seen before, and further removed some impurities visible to the naked eye. But in his heart, he always wondered whether the old thief would attack from behind, but fortunately, all this did not happen.

When it was almost done, the stove cover was opened and a spiritual medicine was thrown in.

"This first step is to refine the medicine liquid. You can also use your spiritual sense to observe it later, but remember not to interfere."

After saying this, Yang Qizhen sat cross-legged, held the pill stove with both hands and began to control it.

Ning Ping put aside those random thoughts. No matter when the crisis will come in the future, if there is such an opportunity, of course he will learn first.

Following the actions of his senior brothers, Ning Ping’s mind was drawn into the furnace as he probed into it.

He saw the spiritual medicine inside rolling up and down in the furnace under Yang Qizhen’s control. After watching for a while, he realized that this was to ensure that the spiritual medicine inside could be heated evenly.

After a long while, the spiritual medicine slowly melted, and some impurities turned into ashes and fell to the bottom of the furnace under the high temperature. The remaining pure medicinal power was like a cloud of mist, bound by Yang Qizhen’s Yuanli in the furnace, and it kept rolling to avoid being destroyed by the high temperature.

After a while, the power of the mist slowly gathered into one place, forming a liquid-like substance. At this time, Yang Qizheng opened the furnace lid and poured the refined liquid into the prepared pot. Then another elixir was thrown into the vessel.

Seeing it with my own eyes was completely different from peeping on the sidelines. I saw the changes in the elixir in the alchemy furnace one by one, and I understood the reason that I had been confused about before.

At first, I thought that the elixir was melted by high temperature, just like ice melted by water, but now I realized that this was a process of extracting the medicinal power, and the refined liquid was the result of the highly concentrated medicinal power.

One after another, the elixirs were refined into liquid medicine, and finally Yang Qizheng finally stopped.

"I'll be here today. I'll refine the spiritual rice tomorrow morning. Hua Wenyao will send it over later. You can go back and rest after cleaning the alchemy furnace."

After saying that, Yang Qizheng walked away.

"It's Master." Then Ning Ping realized that time passed quickly and it was already afternoon.

His stomach began to growl, and it would be dark in a while. Ning Ping hurriedly cleaned the alchemy furnace, so as not to delay dinner later, or he would have to eat cold food if he didn't turn back.