Even the wind chimes were shocked!
She hasn't explained the refining process yet... but there's no need to, since the refining is left to Old Master Qian.
"Did you write it down?"
Qi Xinyu asked with a smile.
Feng Ling was both amused and exasperated. Could she possibly remember everything from this afternoon?
A normal person definitely couldn't remember it, but the wind chime did.
Qi Xinyu didn't believe it, so Fengling began to repeat it.
Qi Xinyu nodded repeatedly as she listened. In fact, it was not a difficult task for someone who frequently practiced alchemy.
Because many medicinal herbs are processed in the same way, once you are familiar with them, you will know how to process them just by hearing their names.
The key is the order.
Because these medicinal herbs cannot be processed in advance, they must be processed immediately to keep them as fresh as possible, and after processing, they must be thrown directly into the furnace.
Therefore, the order must be correct, and the timing must also be precise.
Fengling spoke even faster, taking about two hours to finish repeating the story.
Qi Xinyu was somewhat shocked:
"I thought you wouldn't be able to memorize it until at least tomorrow..."
Old Master Qian, who was standing next to him, was also shocked, but he pretended nothing had happened.
The wind chimes smiled smugly:
“I had read my mother’s notes before, so I already knew about medicinal herbs... For me, it was just a matter of memorizing the order.”
Qi Xinyu's eyes were full of praise:
"No wonder he's his sister's son... his talent is just as high as hers."
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Old Master Qian beside her. Old Master Qian continued to pretend nothing had happened, so she subtly raised the corner of her mouth, coughed, and said:
"Father, shall we begin?"
"snort..."
Old Master Qian snorted, opened his eyes, and walked to the alchemy furnace.
Seeing this, Feng Ling couldn't help but wonder... Can one refine pills well while being emotional?
He remembered that his mother's notes said that one must keep a calm mind when making medicine.
The spiritual fire originates from the human body and is also the flame of the heart; any emotion can affect the spiritual fire.
An emotionally unstable alchemist will never be a good alchemist...
He was starting to wonder if his mother was subtly criticizing his father.
After all, Old Master Qian's emotions seemed unstable no matter how you looked at it, but he was still the only ninth-grade alchemist in the world.
"Oh, right..."
Qi Xinyu suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded him:
"In a little while, no matter what you see or what happens, don't make a sound! You absolutely mustn't disturb your grandfather."
Wind Chime nodded.
"Alright, let's start preparing the medicinal herbs. We must remain silent throughout. It all comes down to teamwork."
Qi Xinyu said with a smile, and Feng Ling felt that she was being treated like a child, her tone being a little too gentle...
It made him wonder if his mother would talk to him like this if she were still alive.
Qi Xinyu prepared the first medicinal herb, while Feng Ling went to prepare the second.
The medicinal herbs you have need to be ground into powder; 20 grams is sufficient.
He finished making the wind chimes quickly and hurriedly ran to the stove with the medicinal herbs. However, he was unsure whether to throw them in now, so he looked up at Old Master Qian, wanting his indication.
But then they noticed the expression on Old Master Qian's face...
That kind and gentle look was something Fengling had never seen before.
It was as if the child in the stove was his belated son, his infant in swaddling clothes...
That expression almost made Fengling lose her composure.
So that's how you keep your emotions stable while concocting medicine?
But the next second, Old Master Qian glanced at him, and he quickly put the medicine in, then slunk away, letting out a long sigh of relief, almost bursting out laughing.
Time flies, and a day passes quickly. Sometimes Fengling and Qi Xinyu are relatively free and sit there watching, while other times they suddenly become busy for hours on end, constantly preparing medicinal herbs and delivering medicine.
To Qi Xinyu's surprise, Feng Ling didn't need any reminders from her at all, as if he, like her, had memorized the process beforehand and knew it by heart.
Before coming, Qi Xinyu memorized the procedures all night to ensure there would be no unexpected incidents before she dared to come and help.
But the wind chimes... I only told him about them once!
However, she didn't know that Fengling's mind had never stopped, repeating those processes over and over again in her head.
This is the medicine that Ruo Qingyan used to save her life, how could he be careless?
Two days, three days, four days...
As time went by, even Fengling Qixinyu felt somewhat tired, let alone Old Master Qian, who was constantly under high mental stress and continuously outputting spiritual fire.
Qi Xinyu would occasionally walk over to the old man and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
After sitting in front of the stove for several days in a row, the old man's face had turned bright red, but his eyes never wavered.
Standing there, it seemed more stable than the furnace that weighed several tons, giving people a strange sense of security.
Finally, on the fifth day, all the medicinal materials needed for the Soul-Suppressing Pill were delivered.
Whether it will succeed next depends on Mr. Qian!
Even without looking, one can sense that the spiritual fire inside the alchemy furnace is sometimes fierce and sometimes weak.
When it's fierce, the temperature in the entire alchemy room rises sharply; when it's weak, the sudden temperature difference makes it feel a bit cold.
Fengling's clothes were soaked with sweat, and she looked at Old Master Qian with a nervous expression.
Qi Xinyu pursed her lips, praying in her heart that Old Master Qian could succeed on the first try.
After all, the success rate of ninth-grade pills is very low...
During this time, Qi Xinyu gestured to Feng Ling, telling him that he could go and rest, as the final moment of pill formation would take two days.
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