When he beckoned the little puppet over, he looked reluctant again.
"Why don't you separate the flames and control them with your spiritual power while they burn?" He pouted, looking at the broken bamboo cauldron as if it were an enemy.
The Zhezhu Ding also shimmered, not to be outdone.
"Still being arrogant? Believe me or not, I can turn you into a lump of iron!" Shuanghuang jumped up and down on the spot.
But he wouldn't actually make a move, since he knew it was a product of a weapon crafted under contract with Ji Mofan.
His former owner is no longer alive. Although he is now called Master Ji Mo Fan, there is no contract connecting the two of them. Strictly speaking, he is still an ownerless object.
In truth, he is still inferior to Zhe Zhu Ding, even though he is a puppet that can run and jump.
“You have a higher success rate if you take control,” Ji Mofan said.
Before heading to the Demon Realm, he took all his trump cards with him as a precaution.
Although the Ice Lotus Flame is stored in Frost Emperor's body, it can also be taken away by igniting other flammable materials. The only problem is that if it is away from the flame for too long, it will extinguish itself.
However, the Qiankun Bag is a space where time does not flow, so there is no need to worry about the Ice Lotus Fire going out when placed inside.
But trying to use it is a nightmare, because its accelerant is not the oxygen needed for ordinary flames, but the ice spirit power of Ji Mo Fan.
He needed to monitor the progress of the medicinal herbs in the furnace, control the heat, and release his spiritual energy to keep the flames burning.
Originally, alchemy was a completely new subject for him, and with such distraction, his success rate was naturally appalling.
As I said before, since there's a shortcut, why not just let Frostfire help with fire control?
You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to learn one thing at a time.
Shuanghuang reluctantly walked to the Zhezhu Ding.
There was nothing he could do; he had promised Ji Mofan that he would allow Ji Mofan to refine pills on the condition that Ji Mofan would allow him to move freely like a human being, instead of being locked up in the Qiankun bag.
Ji Mo Fandu has always kept his promises. As a product of weapon crafting, how could he be less trustworthy than a human?
Besides, what if he goes back on his word now and Ji Mofan immediately stuffs him into the Qiankun Bag as punishment?
It's too painful for him, he doesn't want it!
Watching a cluster of blue flames ignite in Shuanghuang's palm, Xihe couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
Before he could even get very close, he could feel a distinct chill in his fingertips, and ice flowers formed on his fingernails.
"Why is this thing so cold?" He withdrew his hand, rubbing it between his palms. "Are you sure it's fire?"
"Ignorant and shameful," Shuanghuang commented.
He put his little hand under the furnace with a look of disgust.
Xihe wasn't angry at all, after all, what the little puppet said was true, and he really had never seen such interesting fire before.
After the Zhezhu Ding entered working mode, it calmed down and stopped flashing randomly as before.
The icy spiritual energy slowly seeped into the cauldron along the patterns on it, resonating with the herbs that had been added inside and producing extremely subtle noises.
Xihe watched with great interest, while Shuanghuang frowned again, "Young master, where did you find these herbs?"
“It’s a herb from the demon realm,” Ji Mofan said. “What’s wrong?”
“Then you can’t refine pills like that.” Shuanghuang shook her little head. “Demonic energy and spiritual energy are two completely opposite forces. Herbs that grow in the Demon Realm also need to be refined using a reverse method when using spiritual energy as a medium.”
Ji Mo Fan blinked as he listened.
"How do we reverse it?" He paused his movements slightly.
Simply reverse the alchemy process? That definitely won't work; wouldn't that be a reduction reaction that separates the herbs that have been turned into pills?
It sounds neither reasonable nor feasible.
"It's very simple, you just need to turn the cauldron upside down to use it," Shuanghuang said.
Jimo Fan: ...?
Why did he feel that this method was not as good as the restoration reaction that had just flashed through his mind?
Before his skeptical expression had completely faded, Shuanghuang had already nimbly moved the cauldron for him.
Ji Mofan quickly used his spiritual power to wrap the herbs inside to prevent the medicinal properties from getting out of control and causing an explosion in the furnace.
The Ice Lotus Fire also changed direction, starting to burn from the direction of the furnace lid.
Ji Mofan tidied up the herbs that had been shaken up before looking up at the Zhezhu Ding in front of him.
After changing the perspective, the patterns on it seem to have changed to a completely different appearance.
Ji Mo Fan frowned slightly.
A cluster of icy spiritual energy flew from his fingertips, crawling along the patterns all over the entire cauldron. The Folding Bamboo Cauldron emitted a muffled hum, and a glint of light flashed in Ji Mofan's eyes.
This was the same sound he heard when he first refined elixirs.
So this is how you make elixirs using herbs from the demon realm.
The cultivation world and the demon world have been separated and governed by each other for thousands of years. Alchemists in the cultivation world rarely come into contact with this kind of herb. At most, it grows on the edge of the cultivation world or has been handled by demon cultivators. Naturally, there is not much information about it that is widely known.
Ji Mofan had never imagined that he could be so accomplished in alchemy. His understanding of it was rather superficial and limited. If it weren't for Shuanghuang, he would have been completely ignorant of such obscure knowledge.
Sweat trickled down their temples and onto the ground beneath their feet. A wisp of smoke rose from the cauldron. Ji Mo Fan seized the opportunity and gently pushed it open—
Several pills were suspended in mid-air, their quality and finish being of excellent quality.
Xihe couldn't help but reach out and take it to examine it closely.
"You actually have such an interesting skill hidden away?" He looked at the three small pills from left to right, his eyes almost meeting. "The people I sent out to gather information didn't report anything back."
"Because this is my third time refining elixirs," Ji Mofan said.
The first time was the Jade Marrow Pill, which was called the gateway to alchemy; the second time was the furnace explosion in the Demon Palace, which I tried to secretly work on but failed to grasp; and the third time is today.
Xihe almost dropped the pill. "What did you say?"
Ji Mofan looked completely innocent. "The third time? What's wrong?"
"Do you know how many batches a beginner alchemist has to fry on average to get their first finished product?" Xihe was almost driven crazy by him.
“Thirteen times,” Ji Mofan said. “This is the data from the Medical Peak of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.”
Although Ji Mofan did not practice alchemy before, he still needed to learn a lot of trivial knowledge because of his status as the senior disciple.
For example, the number of times this happens on average depends on how many new disciples join the Medical Peak each year, and how many portions of herbs need to be prepared for them to use as "firecrackers."
Not to mention that Ji Mofan felt heartbroken upon hearing this number, even Elder Yifeng looked depressed every year when he came to collect the funds from him.
First, he complained about not having a single good prospect this year, then reminisced about the past, saying that he was clearly a young genius who succeeded in the first batch of pills, so how come he is now so poor in leading disciples?
Ji Mofan could only comfort the other party, saying that there was nothing that could be done about it.
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