They replaced it with a beautiful alchemy furnace.
Gingerbread was extremely careful when refining elixirs.
Although she had many small treasures, she was still afraid of blowing up the glass furnace.
My current behavior.
It reminded her of a short story her teacher told her when she was in school.
The classroom door was always breaking. Some students suggested replacing it with an iron door, but no matter how much the students messed with it, it wouldn't break. A girl raised her hand and suggested replacing it with a glass door.
The teacher adopted both of her suggestions.
The back door was replaced with an iron gate.
The front door has been replaced with a glass door.
One year later.
The glass door was intact.
The iron gate has been altered beyond recognition by the students.
The more fragile something looks, the more it evokes a sense of protectiveness in people.
She is like that now.
Gingerbread carefully controlled the heat.
He stared intently at the alchemy furnace, afraid that it might explode with a "bang" if he wasn't careful.
Fen Jue never expected that giving her the glass furnace would make her so serious about alchemy; he should have given it to her a few days ago.
Half an hour later.
The alchemy furnace emitted a delicate fragrance.
Elder Huang exclaimed in surprise, "It has a unique fragrance. Is it a Grade Six Rejuvenating Pill?"
The round, white pill spun around.
Gingerbread lifted the lid, took out eight Rejuvenation Pills, and exclaimed excitedly, "Little Jue, I've succeeded!"
"Not bad, congratulations on finally succeeding after blowing up the thirty-second alchemy furnace." Fen Jue's gaze fell on her joyful eyes, and his mood improved as well.
Mr. Huang was shocked.
A sixth-grade Spirit Restoration Pill!
A beginner can refine a sixth-grade elixir.
If word gets out, countless sects will want to snatch up such a genius.
Fen Jue: "There aren't many chances to make mistakes when refining the Life Bone Pill. The Spirit Bone Grass only blooms once every ten years. To increase the chances of success, you'd better refine the Crimson Lotus Flame."
The gingerbread cake hasn't opened yet.
He added, "To refine the Crimson Lotus Flame, you must accelerate your cultivation and enter the Golden Core Realm."
"Okay, I got it!"
Gingerbread put the Rejuvenation Pill into the medicine bottle.
She didn't complain; on the contrary, she felt uncomfortable with Fen Jue.
"You agreed so readily at the Golden Core Realm?" Fen Jue leaned against the side, tapping lightly with his fingertips.
Jiang Bingbing threw ten more spiritual herbs into the alchemy furnace.
"If I hadn't worked hard to cultivate, I wouldn't have been able to easily defeat Ruan Ci at Tianji Peak."
The facts speak for themselves.
She had already transmigrated into the dog-eat-dog world of cultivation.
To avoid being threatened or devoured by other powerful individuals, one must improve their own cultivation level.
Fen Jue was slightly taken aback. "Your master and senior brothers will protect you."
"I want to protect them too," Gingerbread said, closing the lid on the alchemy furnace. "Only by becoming stronger can I protect myself and those around me. I'm a very proud person, you know!"
“Thumbs up for you.”
Old Huang imitated Jiang Bingbing by giving a thumbs up.
Fen Jue smiled with satisfaction.
He just knew it.
He was not wrong about the person.
...
They refined the elixir for a few more days.
We're about to set off for Qianlai Mountain.
Gingerbread took out the Bagua token.
They went inside to gather information.
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Does any fellow Daoist know Song Yuechen?]
After she asked the question, no one in the group responded.
They're probably all practicing.
Song Yuechen is Huang Lao's junior brother.
The one who killed him and then seized his cave.
Gingerbread first needs to find out all the information about Song Yuechen from the outside.
Then go ask Old Huang.
By combining information from both sides, a strategy can be developed.
After a while.
The token flashed with blue light.
[Senior Brother, you haven't fasted: I know, he's a famous philanthropist in the cultivation world, handsome and refined, with the kind heart of a bodhisattva.]
Gingerbread expressed doubt.
[Grinning face and eating melon seeds: Fellow Daoist's answer is too superficial. Do you have any inside information or gossip?]
[Senior Brother, you didn't fast: Brother Melon, you're not a serious person!]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: I know, I know! I was just teaching the female students to practice swordsmanship, and I heard some juicy gossip~]
[Grinning and eating melon seeds: Tell me about it.]
[Hating straight male sword cultivators to death: Secretly perking up my little ears.]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: Some people say that Song Yuechen is a good person but he's just pretending, a big bad ingrate. Do you know Huang Li?]
[Senior Brother, you haven't abstained from grains: Huang Li, an eighth-grade alchemist! I heard he didn't survive his tribulation a few years ago.]
[Author of pure erotic fiction: Hehe, according to rumors, Huang Li and Song Yuechen are disciples of Yun Wuyi, a ninth-grade alchemy master. From a young age, Huang Li displayed extraordinary talent in alchemy, while Song Yuechen has some talent, but not much; however, he's very adept at manipulating people and likes to say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back. That's how he drove a wedge between Yun Wuyi and Huang Li, and Huang Li even opened his own cave dwelling and moved out.]
Here I stopped abruptly.
[Hate straight male sword cultivators: Dude, where are you? Who runs away halfway through a leak?!]
[Senior brother, you haven't fasted yet: I'm so itchy, I'm begging for more updates!]
[Author of pure erotic fiction: I'm back! My master just called me, so I'll continue! Not long after Huang Li moved out, Yun Wuyi failed his tribulation and died. Huang Li wanted to come back to see his master, but Song Yuechen stopped him at the door. Not long after that, Huang Li also failed his tribulation and died. Can you believe it's such a coincidence that two people failed their tribulations within a year?]
Gingerbread fell silent as it read the text.
[Hate Straight Male Sword Cultivators: According to you, Song Yuechen is that ruthless? He's now an eighth-grade alchemist, and many sects are vying to have him as an elder.]
[Pure erotic fiction writer: Bullshit! Before Huang Li and Yun Wuyi died, he was only a sixth-grade alchemist. His sudden advancement to eighth grade seems suspicious to you guys, doesn't it?]
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