Ji Mo Fan himself has an ice spirit root, so he adapts well to this.
He smiled and patted Shuanghuang's head, watching as the pigtail on his head swayed twice.
"I need to refine Jade Marrow Pills. Could you help me control the heat?" Ji Mofan said.
Shuanghuang still looked reluctant, but he obediently nodded.
Jade Marrow Pill is a very basic elixir, its function is only to nourish the meridians, similar to the effect of an ordinary person drinking a bowl of tonic soup, and basically any alchemist can make it.
Or, in general, alchemists will first learn how to refine this kind of elixir when they begin their training.
It can be said that if you can't refine Jade Marrow Pills, you don't deserve to call yourself an alchemist.
Therefore, when Ji Mofan first tried it, he also chose this kind of pill.
Because the refining process is simple, even if it fails, there will not be much damage.
At least he certainly won't blow up the stove; at most, he'll need to go to the stream to wash the pots and pans... just the stove.
He didn't dare to seek guidance from anyone within the peak, or rather, given Ji Mofan's current reputation, any alchemist in the cultivation world would recognize his face.
Before he had figured out the basics, Ji Mofan didn't plan to tell anyone.
Frostfire's fire is indeed quite novel.
Ji Mofan has always hated fire. Even phosphorescent fire, which has little temperature, makes Ji Mofan feel very bad just by watching it burn.
But the Ice Lotus Fire is completely different.
His spiritual roots seemed to be naturally close to this fire, and when held in Shuanghuang's hands, it seemed to be driven by his spiritual power.
With a thought that flashed through his mind, the fire began to flicker.
Even Shuanghuang was surprised. He turned his sullen face around, pinched his nose, and opened his eyes wide. He watched as the medicinal herbs in the cauldron were enveloped, flowed, and transformed by his fire and Ji Mofan's spiritual power, finally gathering into bright little dots.
The light reflected in Shuanghuang's eyes gradually faded, and the unpleasant smell of medicine belatedly crept into his senses.
He pinched his nose and ran off, the little bells on his feet ringing louder than ever before.
"From now on, you can refine a maximum of one batch of pills per day!" Shuanghuang jumped up and down, making his demands.
Jimo Fan readily agreed.
He wasn't originally a cultivator who primarily pursued medical cultivation, so he didn't have much need for it. His desire to try it out was simply out of curiosity about what he was capable of.
No one doesn't yearn to become stronger.
However, he never expected things to go so smoothly.
When he first started as a sword cultivator, it took him an entire day and night just to draw qi into his body.
However, this is partly due to Shen Yun's lack of skill in teaching children.
When Shen Yun first picked up Ji Mo Fan, he probably really wanted to be a dutiful master.
However, although he was able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm on his own, he was unable to skillfully pass on his experience to his disciples.
Ji Mo Fan learned the ropes by slowly studying books on his own.
As a result, he gradually stopped bothering Shen Yun and instead would first go to the Sutra Repository to check any problems he encountered. Only when he really couldn't figure it out would he go to his master.
That's probably how the master-disciple relationship cooled down.
Shen Yunkong had an excellent disciple, but he felt little involvement in his training. No matter how lavish the praise from the outside world was, he himself knew perfectly well that Ji Mofan's current level of development had little to do with him.
He probably also felt that Ji Mofan looked down on him as his master deep down, which was why he was always so bossy and trying to regain some of his authority as an elder.
Unfortunately, Ji Mofan doesn't know how to play with him anymore.
He also grew into a completely different master. At least, under the guidance of his mental cultivation manual filled with notes, Ge Gen completed the process of drawing qi into his body in just two hours.
Having successfully entered the world of alchemy, Ji Mofan was in a good mood. He patted the ever-excited alchemy cauldron, finally feeling confident enough to agree to a blood oath with the other party.
Otherwise, as a pure sword cultivator, he might only have some knowledge of formations, which would be a real shame if he hindered its progress.
After doing all this, Ji Mofan put the cauldron into his Qiankun bag, and then sensed someone approaching his courtyard.
He carefully gathered up the remaining medicinal herbs on the table and put them away. The visitor had already arrived at his door.
He knocked briefly on the door, and then Shen Yun pushed it open and entered.
"I heard you sent your junior brother to the Cliff of Remembering Bitterness?" he questioned immediately.
He was away from the sect during the day, which is why the matter of dealing with Li Geyue fell to the chief disciple. Now that he has finally returned, he immediately came to find Ji Mofan as soon as he heard about it.
"Yes." Ji Mofan remained seated, raising his eyelids slightly as a sign of his utmost respect for Shen Yun.
"Nonsense! His body has only just recovered from serious injuries. How can he withstand the cold wind and darkness of the Cliff of Bitterness?" Shen Yun angrily flicked his sleeve. "Quickly rescind his punishment. Don't you feel any pity for your own junior brother?"
If it weren't for the fact that the punishment ordered by the chief disciple could only be reversed by the sect leader, Shen Yun would definitely not have made a special trip to this remote bamboo house; he could have just brought the person back himself.
It was rare for him to resent his eldest disciple's extraordinary status.
"Master, mistakes should be punished, isn't that what you taught me before?" Ji Mo Fan sat lazily, tilting his head and speaking with a puzzled tone, "Didn't you do enough of that before, when I had just returned from an outing and my wounds hadn't even been bandaged, you threw me into the Cliff of Remembering Bitterness?"
“How can Ge Yue be compared to you?” Shen Yun said. “He was born into a prominent family and was used to a life of luxury. How could he tolerate such harsh treatment?”
Ji Mofan couldn't help but laugh.
So, just because he was born an orphan, does that mean he deserves to suffer from birth until he dies?
“If you can’t stand it, you can learn. Nobody is born an adult.” However, he was too lazy to argue with Shen Yun about these complicated issues at the moment, and just waved his hand perfunctorily, “Master, you can rest assured that his cultivation has already broken through to the Golden Core stage. He won’t be killed by such a little cold wind.”
“If you do this, what if the Li family comes knocking on our door to demand an explanation?” Shen Yun continued.
“Master need not worry about this matter at all.” Ji Mo Fan raised an eyebrow. “Junior Brother would not do such a thing.”
So that's what you were worried about.
Li Geyue has a family behind him, so if he suffers any injustice, someone will stand up for him, which is why he can get a good face from Shen Yun.
Ji Mofan has nothing, so even if he were to die in the Yun Cang Sword Sect by some accident, it would be difficult for anyone to stand up for him.
He squinted, his expression unconsciously turning a little cold.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Shen Yun felt even worse. "You say you won't, so you won't? When has that child ever listened to you?"
“He will definitely listen to me now.” Ji Mofan’s patience ran out. He stood up and walked out. “If Master doesn’t believe me, why don’t you come with me to visit Junior Brother now?”
"You should be able to rest assured as long as he says in person that he won't blame the Yuncang Sword Sect."
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