Otherwise, if he had actually taken two magical artifacts from the burial mound today, the rumor that the chief disciple was preparing to switch to alchemy cultivation would have spread throughout the entire Yuncang Mountain by tomorrow.
There's really no need to make it so exaggerated.
It's not that he's particularly confident in his popularity.
Instead, they are quite confident, wondering just how infuriating those who don't like them really are.
It can be said that Ji Mofan was truly skilled and daring this time. No one had ever thought that he could deceive the Spirit Gathering Formation in this way.
With the alchemy furnace, which was bigger than his own head, placed in front of him, Ji Mofan sat cross-legged in front of him, staring at the intricate patterns on it.
"Tell me the truth, did you accidentally fall from the top of that huge pile of magical artifacts?" Ji Mo Fan muttered to himself.
The cauldron seemed to understand what he was asking, and a faint spiritual light flowed within the recessed patterns, like a child shaking his head frantically.
"Then do you know..." Ji Mofan raised his hand and grabbed at the air. The water vapor in the air instantly turned into a small ice crystal in his hand. He flicked it with his finger and it hit the cauldron with a thud, melting into a small wet puddle.
"I have an ice spirit root, which is completely unsuitable for cultivating alchemy," he said.
Normally, cultivators who become alchemists either have fire or wood spiritual roots, or at the very least, dual wood and fire spiritual roots, or even a combination of wood and fire spiritual roots.
Such cultivators are born with an innate sensitivity to spiritual herbs and the timing of their cultivation, making their path to cultivation smoother.
How can someone with only an ice spirit root refine pills?
Should the medicinal herbs be frozen into a ball?
Are you kidding me?
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