126: Chapter 54 Yun Zhongzi Descends from the Clouds – Part 2 126: Chapter 54 Yun Zhongzi Descends from the Clouds – Part 2 Li Ping’an smiled and said, “Junior had also tried refining elixir pills on my own before, but I completely gave up after a few months.”
“Oh?” Xu Sheng, the elderly Immortal chuckled, “It seems we have similar heroic views?
Which step did you reach?”
Li Ping’an sighed, “The quality of the elixir pills refined through this method is far too poor, and it’s very difficult to refine spirit-grade elixir pills, not to mention immortal-grade elixir pills.
Once the medicinal herbs are over a hundred years old, they begin to contain spiritual power.
This portion of spiritual power simply cannot be contained by such automatic pill furnaces.”
Xu Sheng’s smile froze on his face.
He frowned and said, “From what you’re saying, did you actually make one?”
“Um,” Li Ping’an immediately replied, “It’s just a small furnace, nothing significant…”
Xu Sheng frowned and said, “How do you harmonize the potency of elixir pills?
Elixir pills are not ordinary medicine that can be used just by boiling herbs together.”
Li Ping’an pondered for a moment.
He was not afraid of revealing the little thing he had figured out; whatever he could currently make was only of ‘ordinary quality’, not scalable on a large scale, and therefore of no great value.
The elder Immortal before him was a grandmaster of artifact refining in the East Continent.
Although he was not a Golden Immortal, his status was no lower than the ancestral Golden Immortals of various sects.
Elder Yansheng had introduced him in a secret voice earlier that more than a dozen postnatal Spiritual Treasures had been born in the hands of the old Immortal.
Li Ping’an wanted to ask for guidance on the method of artifact refining, so he stood up with his hands clasped and fumbled in his sleeve before taking out a pill furnace three feet tall.
Next, he kept busy next to the pill furnace, using seven or eight burnt and blackened magic artifacts to surround it.
The Qi Cultivators in the elegant room marveled.
With his hands clasped behind him, Xu Sheng observed for a while and frowned, “What are these for?”
Li Ping’an replied, “They serve to assist the pill furnace in refining pills, essentially simulating several disciples at the Condensing Light realm to fan the flames, release spiritual power.”
Tell me more, Ping’an.
This sounds interesting.”
“You just asked about harmonizing the potency of the herbs.
For herbs less than two hundred years old, this disciple has tried, and it’s barely manageable.
First, establish the timing and sequence of each herb entering the pill furnace…
These gears form a unit of time, but my setup is too troublesome, a different setup is needed for each type of elixir pill…
Inside the furnace, I added some structures whose main function is to blow air to harmonize using wind, while these outer enchantments adjust the pressure inside the furnace…
Pressure means how much force is inside…
Next to the banquet for Immortals, Li Ping’an and Xu Sheng hunched over the alchemy magic artifacts, muttering something in a soft voice.
This was a method Li Ping’an had already proven to be unworkable.
Whether it was alchemy or artifact refining, Spirit Pills, Immortal Pills, spiritual treasures, or Immortal Treasures, they were very difficult to refine with ‘automatic magic artifacts.’
Compared to ordinary magic artifacts, spiritual treasures had too many, too complex enchantments requiring the forger’s meticulous tuning;
Spirit Pills contained strong medicinal and spiritual power, and during the refining process, not only did one need to carefully control the heat, but the alchemist also had to wrap the pill with their own Spiritual Sense or Immortal Sense to gradually harmonize its properties.
The production line approach like Castcloud Hall was not replicable in the matter of alchemy.
The path Xu Sheng originally explored was to create a ‘self-refining Immortal Pill furnace’, which was entirely different from Li Ping’an’s approach.
Xu Sheng’s eyes filled with emotion.
He suddenly turned towards Li Ping’an and frowned, asking:
“Ping’an, have you taken a master yet?”
“I have,” Li Ping’an’s lips curved slightly, “My master is Immortal Qing Su.”
“The Master of Wanyun Sect’s artifact refining?”
His master actually didn’t know artifact refining, so it was not something Li Ping’an would bluntly say.
Xu Sheng’s face was full of regret:
“You should really focus on developing in the field of artifact refining.
With your talents, you’ll definitely become a grandmaster of artifact refining in the future!
Doesn’t your Wanyun Sect have several who know artifact refining?
No good, you should renounce your master and come to us!”
Li Ping’an’s legs went weak, and he nearly knelt in front of the old Immortal.
Gu Qingcheng, who was quietly taking food, choked directly, her face turning red.
Elder Yansheng hurriedly said, “This!
This won’t do at all!”
Xu Sheng turned and glared at Yansheng, snorting, “This is an unpolished gem!
Can you do artifact refining?
Do you understand it?
How many spiritual artifacts has your Wanyun Sect refined in tens of thousands of years?”
Elder Yansheng’s wrinkled face showed helplessness:
“Our Wanyun Sect is known for alchemy…
and the artifacts that sell the best in the market are still ours from Wanyun Sect!”
Xu Sheng paused, then his expression dimmed.
“Put away your contraption.”
Xu Sheng stood up, let out a light sigh, patted Li Ping’an on the shoulder, and lamented:
“Indeed, it is my Yuan Sect’s misfortune, for having waited tens of thousands of years without finding a disciple like you and your father.”
Li Ping’an quickly clasped his hands together, dismantled the set of tools, and casually put them into his Storage Magical Artifact.
Xu Sheng returned to his seat, looked down at his wine cup, clicked his tongue slightly, then turned and smiled, “Ping’an, let’s just talk about Castcloud Hall.”
Li Ping’an looked towards Elder Yansheng.
However, the latter, as if he did not see Li Ping’an’s plea for help, calmly sat back down, began stuffing Spirit Root leaves into his Immortal Treasure dry tobacco pipe.
The thing is, Elder Yansheng did not want to offend the old senior any further, leaving Li Ping’an to handle it himself.
“Elder, I don’t work at Castcloud Hall.”
Li Ping’an smiled and said:
“Junior only follows my master in cultivation on ordinary days, Castcloud Hall is managed by my father.”
As if forgetting his earlier dejection, Xu Sheng said cheerfully, “Are you being formal with me?
I’ve already asked your grand master, that is Brother Kongming, who inquired about the magic artifacts; they were developed by you and your father together.
Although your father was crucial, you were also involved throughout the process.”