Burning the alchemical fire requires a large amount of spiritual or magical power. Li Ze consumes it while replenishing it. After entering the Nascent Soul stage, the speed at which the baleful energy in his body is converted into magical power increases, barely managing to achieve a balance between income and expenditure.
As time passed, the area of the black mist shrank, and the mist panicked, beginning to churn and roar—
However, all efforts were in vain; it continued to shrink, and its shrinking speed accelerated after its Yin energy was absorbed by Li Ze.
"Oh no, it's trying to escape!"
Those who had been observing from the sidelines now unleashed their inner fire once more, intercepting the black mist.
Upon seeing this, Li Ze immediately intensified the fire.
"He still has energy left!"
The grandmasters of the Crimson Pill Sect were horrified. Was the gap between demons and human cultivators really that big?
Or is it just that the person in front of you is powerful?
The last wisp of black mist was also burned away by Li Ze's black flames.
As Li Ze withdrew the alchemical fire, he swayed and was about to fall forward when the snow wolf, which had been watching him closely, immediately used its massive body to shield him, allowing him to support himself. Not content with that, the snow wolf lay down and let Li Ze sit on its lap.
Once Li Ze was seated, the snow wolf slowly stood up.
Xue Qingge and the others were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. When did contracted beasts become so considerate, understanding, and thoughtful of their masters?
As far as they knew, although contracted monsters were bound by the contract and were not allowed to harm their masters, they were always thinking of rebelling and betraying their masters. When they saw their masters in trouble, they would only want to stomp on them.
They had never even heard of anything like what was happening before their eyes!
"Thank you for your help, young friend Li Ze." Xue Qingge bowed deeply to Li Ze and said with a wry smile, "Our Chidan Sect owes young friend Li Ze a debt of gratitude that we can never repay."
"It was nothing, Sect Leader Xue, you don't need to take it to heart," Li Ze said indifferently.
Xue Qingge shook her head, "It was just a small favor for you, but it was a life-saving grace for us. I, Xue Qingge, will never refuse to help you in any way you may need me in the future."
It's Xue Qingge, not the entire Chidan Sect. Li Ze is a demon, and he took the favor upon himself. If Li Ze needs them to repay the favor in the future, they will come to him, not the entire Chidan Sect.
Li Ze remained noncommittal, then inquired about other matters, "How did Sect Leader Xue get involved with this black mist?"
Mentioning this, an unnatural expression crossed Xue Qingge's face. "It's a few skeletons."
Li Ze thought to himself, "Just as I thought. Does Sect Leader Xue know why there is black mist inside the skeleton?"
Xue Qingge pondered for a moment and said, "We guess that after the soul of the deceased dissipated, it reassembled and covered the bones. These black mists have no memories of their past lives, but they retain a trace of their power from their previous lives. After tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, they have become what they are now."
Li Ze pondered, "No wonder they're so powerful."
There were seven skeletons in total. Xue Qingge and the others gave four of them to Li Ze, but Li Ze refused and only took the two long swords next to the skeletons.
Xue Qingge was silent for a moment, and then, as if thinking of something, she held Li Ze in even higher regard.
Li Ze didn't want the skeleton, not because he had any noble thoughts. On the one hand, influenced by decades of interstellar life, he subconsciously believed that the dead should be respected and kept his distance from things like corpses; on the other hand, he didn't know how to forge weapons, so having it would only cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, his refusal changed the people present's opinion of him; he was a demon who looked more like a human than they did.
"I heard you're studying alchemy?" Xue Qingge asked.
Li Ze nodded. Yesterday, he and Mo Xingjue had talked about Sect Master Xue's alchemy. He didn't expect to meet him in person today, and that the other party would even mention alchemy to him.
Xue Qingge then asked, "How many grades of pills can you refine now?"
Li Ze glanced at Xue Qingge, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
Seeing his expression, Xue Qingge naturally assumed that it was because the pills he could refine were of too low a grade, and he was too embarrassed to say so.
"Alchemy cannot be rushed. Many disciples of our Crimson Pill Sect only begin to try alchemy after years of apprenticeship. It is already considered good if they can refine a first-grade pill within three to five years," Xue Qingge said earnestly. "If you encounter any difficulties in alchemy, you can come to me."
Xue Qingge spoke sincerely, but Li Ze hesitated.
"Have we really encountered something we don't understand? Tell me about it." Xue Qingge became interested.
Li Ze did indeed have some questions, quite a few. Since Xue Qingge genuinely wanted to help him resolve them, he didn't hold back and shared all his doubts.
silence!
The silence at that moment was deafening!
Those present were all powerful figures from the Crimson Pill Sect, each a master alchemist, the least of whom was a sixth-grade alchemist. Upon hearing Li Ze's question, they wondered if they were hallucinating.
"I don't quite understand Fellow Daoist Li Ze's question," said a sixth-grade alchemist.
"That's a problem you only encounter when refining seventh-grade pills," said a seventh-grade alchemist.
"Not only that, there's a problem that even I, an eighth-grade alchemist, haven't figured out yet," the eighth-grade alchemist said.
"Why would young friend Li Ze ask these questions?" Xue Qingge frowned. He genuinely wanted to help Li Ze, but the questions he asked were profound yet useless to him.
This displeased Xue Qingge somewhat.
He had no idea that this was a young man with unrealistic ambitions.
However, Li Ze's next words were like a slap in the face to Xue Qingge. He calmly said, "I can already refine seventh-grade pills, with a success rate of about 60%. I want to increase the success rate, but I haven't succeeded yet."
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