Yang Zhen muttered to himself, "More than a dozen martial arts manuals, a master alchemist's notes, a number of resources, and six storage rings. These poor guys can't even get a storage ring for each of them, even though they are at the Jindan stage."

"It seems that there is no compensation. The formation is just a restriction and is useless. Although I didn't catch a big fish, now think about it, if the national teacher of Dajiang Kingdom really chases after him, the six-star formation may not be able to trap this old guy."

Yang Zhen couldn't figure out what level of cultivation the Dajiang Kingdom's national master had. The difference in realm between the two was quite large, which was quite dangerous.

As for the unstable array plates hanging on Yang Zhen's body, they were all invented by Yang Zhen himself.

The contents of the Heavenly Book's Mysterious Principles chapter are very complicated. It covers all the characteristics and mutual generation and restraint between natural materials and treasures, and also touches on formations. The unstable formation plate created by Yang Zhen was hidden here from the beginning, and now it comes in handy.

Only when he could no longer feel any breath fluctuations coming from behind him did Yang Zhen find a secluded place to stop and look up at the star map.

Learning to locate the direction based on the stars is something learned in elementary school. Although there is no Spoon Star here, one can still find a way to determine the direction by observing more. After confirming the direction of the East China Sea again, Yang Zhen began to ponder the notes of the so-called alchemy master.

Yang Zhen's cultivation was in an unstable state at this time. Although he accidentally condensed his essence into a pill and entered the Golden Core stage, Yang Zhen's Dantian was still unstable and needed some time to stabilize.

Coincidentally, in the alchemy master's notes, there is a five-star pill called Gutian Pill, which can stabilize the Dantian and is most suitable for cultivators who have just broken through the Jindan stage.

That's easy! Yang Zhen decided... to make an elixir! Alchemy is a profound subject. Not only does it take too much energy to be familiar with the properties of various materials, but it also requires mastery of various elixir recipes and alchemy techniques.

The most important point is that the alchemist's true essence must be thick, long-lasting, and have a mild nature.

Although Yang Zhen's true energy has a bit of a bad temper, his ability to control it is amazing. This is not a big deal. His extraordinary talent is not just for bragging.

In addition to these, the most difficult thing for an alchemist is the collection of various materials. In Yang Zhen's eyes, this is simply a pure money-burning profession. No, burning money is not as bad as being a money-spinner.

Fortunately, these were not a problem for Yang Zhen. He had the materials, the pill recipes and the experience. The only drawback was that he had never refined pills before and he didn't even have an pill furnace.

There is a saying that goes, If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. After Yang Zhen poured out a bunch of usable things, he began to make a simple tool according to the pressure cooker he remembered.

On a hill in the distance, two old guys were lying on a tree, looking at each other in confusion, and looking at Yang Zhen with a confused look on their faces.

The curly-haired old man opened his mouth: "What does he want to do?"

"Weapon refining!" The bald old man curled his lips, with a flash of anger in his eyes: "You little bastard is obviously a layman. Is this how you practice? What's the point of refining these messy things? Can you even put them together?"

The curly-haired old man said with a smile: "You are an expert in refining weapons, why is this kid's method so amateurish?"

The bald old man was already panting with anger. He was about to stand up when the curly-haired old man held him down: "Calm down, calm down. You already have one foot on the coffin, why are you still so angry?"

"As if you have a good temper?" The bald old man said angrily, "Don't let me know who this little bastard's mentor is, or I will slap him twice."

"Is there really no idea at all?" asked the curly-haired old man curiously.

The bald old man glared and said, "If this can be used to make something, I'll eat this tree!"

The curly-haired old man curled his lips and said, "Don't be anxious. You're not hungry now. Let's see what this kid wants to do first. I always feel that the smile on this kid's face is very... very confident?"

…

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the pot, lid and air vent valve in front of him and gave himself a thumbs up.

"Oh my! If we had this method on Earth, we would definitely be able to bankrupt all the pressure cooker manufacturers. This is basically a magic weapon, a pressure cooker that will never explode and can even melt bones."

Yang Zhen talked to himself as he snapped together various parts without even using screws, using only some simple Lu Ban buckles. Now, not only the buyer, but even he, the maker, couldn't take it apart.

Perfect!

explode?

Impossible. This is an extremely rare six-star fine iron that is hand-polished and refined. There are many simple and practical formations engraved on it. Anyway, Yang Zhen himself is very satisfied with it.

"Huh?" The curly-haired old man exclaimed in surprise, bumped his shoulder against the bald old man, and said, "It seems to be successful. Does this... count as successful?"

"Impossible, this, this, this... what's the use of this thing put together?" The bald old man seemed not to hear what the curly-haired old man said. He got up and was about to move forward, but was pulled back by the curly-haired old man.

"Are you stupid? This is a tree, you old thing, you're going to fall to death!"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Let me go, I'll go see what he has made."

"No, wait a minute, I feel like this is a furnace, no, what use is this furnace? It only has a few ordinary magic arrays carved on it. This kid is weird in every way. Oh, old man, eat this tree first!"

The bald old man sneered and said, "You call this refining a weapon? Then I have learned nothing from dogs over the years. Just wait, it will explode soon!"

The curly-haired old man hesitated and asked, "Could it be that this kid wants to use this thing to learn alchemy?"

As he spoke, the curly-haired old man pulled the old man down on the tree again, watching with great interest: "If he is a beginner, he can use it to learn the medicinal properties of some herbs or even ordinary pills. No, what is he going to do?"

…

Yang Zhen prepared the medicinal materials needed for the Five-Star Gutian Pill, processed them one by one according to the steps, and put them aside in different categories for later use. He started a bonfire, started heating the pot, and then after filling the pressure cooker with water, he threw most of the materials in at once, leaving only a few materials that could not be burned for too long.

The curly-haired old man widened his eyes and stood up in an instant. The old man hurriedly pulled him back: "Wait, what are you doing?"

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous! This kid doesn't even know the most basic alchemy techniques, yet he wants to make a five-star pill right from the start. This is simply wishful thinking. I'm going to teach this ignorant kid a lesson."

The old man sneered: "He has one foot in the coffin, but he is still so angry. What's wrong with a five-star pill? Maybe this kid can actually make it!"

"Refine it?" The curly-haired old man blew his beard and said, "If this can be refined into a five-star elixir, I will eat two trees!"

(End of this chapter)