A moment later, Lin Zhen was the first to react. He turned his head, stared at Lin Cheng, and said in an icy tone:

"Cheng'er, you'd better give me a proper explanation."

Lin Cheng seemed to have anticipated this scene. He knelt down with a thud and said with a guilty expression:

“Your son is at fault. It was your son who introduced this scoundrel to you, Father, which allowed him to sabotage the alchemy process time and time again. I beg you to punish me, Father.”

It was said very cleverly, seemingly a sincere apology, but in reality, it shifted all the blame onto a dead person.

Lan Feng is now dead, and there is no way to verify his story. He himself has dressed up as someone who had a bad experience with people, as if he only caused all these bad consequences because he misjudged the person.

“Father, at the time I only thought that Lan Feng was a person with real talent and learning, and that he could contribute to the refining of this Soul Cleansing and Poison Removing Pill. I never thought that he harbored evil intentions.”

"Looking back now, I truly regret it. I know that, no matter what, the matter of alchemy has encountered so many setbacks because of my introduction, and I cannot shirk my responsibility."

After saying that, Lin Cheng pressed his head to the ground, seemingly waiting for Lin Zhen's judgment.

Lin Zhen stared intently at Lin Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground. He naturally wouldn't believe Lin Cheng's spur-of-the-moment words, but considering Lin Cheng's mother and the power behind her, he hesitated for a long time before finally saying indifferently:

"Elder Lin, please take the eldest son back to his room. I will talk to him about this matter later!"

Elder Lin bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, Patriarch." Then he walked towards Lin City.

Lin Cheng felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing this, knowing that he had temporarily escaped a calamity.

However, he also understood that his father would not let him off easily, but it was not appropriate to punish him in front of everyone, after all, the Lin family's reputation still had to be taken into account.

Lin Cheng slowly stood up from the ground and followed behind Elder Lin. Before leaving, he secretly looked back at the alchemy furnace, a trace of unwillingness and resentment flashing in his eyes.

After Elder Lin left with Lin Cheng, the atmosphere in the alchemy room became very heavy.

Qin Luo was also filled with regret. He had only felt that Lan Feng was a bit strange, which was why he asked Yi Ting to keep an eye on him.

Unexpectedly, Lan Feng was so bold as to tamper with the medicinal herbs.

In the end, he was left with his body still warm.

Lin Zhen looked at the trembling alchemy furnace, his already pale face showing a hint of desolation. Finally, he looked at Yi Ting and Shi Hui with a glimmer of hope.

"Miss Yi, Mr. Shi, is it possible to salvage this alchemy attempt?"

Lime looked utterly helpless, staring at the chaotic medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace, knowing that it was almost impossible to salvage the situation.

He could only shake his head with a wry smile and say:

“Patriarch Lin, the alchemy process has spiraled out of control far too far. I... I am truly powerless to help. Please forgive me for not having the ability to reverse it.”

Upon hearing these words, the last glimmer of hope in Lin Zhen's eyes vanished, and the faint aura of authority emanating from him disappeared, leaving only a face full of helplessness.

"Well, it seems I can't escape this calamity..."

“Patriarch Lin, I... I might be able to give it a try.”

At that moment, a soft, delicate voice rang out in the alchemy room.

Everyone looked over at the sound and saw Yi Ting staring at the alchemy furnace with a complicated expression. Only when Lin Zhen's rekindled gaze fell upon her did she bow slightly and say:

"Patriarch Lin, I'm not entirely confident either, but I want to give it my best."

In fact, Yi Ting knew that the Soul-Clearing and Poison-Dissolving Pill had essentially failed given its current state. If it were a third-grade pill, she could still salvage it using her spiritual energy.

However, the difficulty of refining a fourth-grade pill is more than double that of a third-grade pill, and she felt powerless. But if the pill refining failed, it would mean that Qin Luo's trip would have been in vain, and she didn't want to see her master's disappointed expression, which is why she said those words.

Hope rekindled in Lin Zhen's eyes, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, and he quickly said:

"If Miss Yi can save this batch of pills, she will be a great benefactor to my Lin family. No matter the outcome, the Lin family will be grateful for your kindness."

Upon hearing this, Yi Ting nodded solemnly and took a deep breath. A pure white breeze began to waft around her, faint yet exuding an aura of tranquility.

The spiritual energy slowly emanated from Yi Ting's dantian, flowing like a gentle stream towards the alchemy furnace.

The moment Lingyun came into contact with the liquid, the originally violent and chaotic liquid seemed to sense a peaceful and serene power and began to calm down gradually.

The chaotic lines of medicinal properties seemed to be slowly combed out by an invisible hand, gradually becoming neat and orderly.

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, the conflict between the three medicinal liquids diminished, and the trend of mutual fusion became more and more obvious. A blue and white pill prototype was born in the emerald green spiritual flame.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen's eyes were filled with excitement. He couldn't help but take a small step forward, leaning forward and staring intently at the nascent pill that was emitting a soft light in the spiritual flame.

But then, the excitement in his eyes turned into tension, and his hands clenched tightly.

Although the pills were beginning to slowly fuse, Yiting's condition did not seem to be very good at the moment.

Clearly, this process was extremely taxing on Yiting. While the spiritual energy was miraculous, it required a large amount of spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy continued to emerge, Yiting's face grew increasingly pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat that slid down her cheeks to the ground.

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