"Frost Radiance, how did your former master communicate with the artifacts... uh... back then?" Ji Mofan hesitated for a moment, feeling that he couldn't think of a more suitable verb than "communicate" to put it here.
Although using communication is also strange, it feels like childishly playing house with an inanimate object, talking to yourself.
"Well, um... should we just talk to them directly?" Shuanghuang looked bewildered, but when she caught sight of the pill cauldron in Ji Mofan's hand, her expression immediately became very wary.
"Young master, do you want to learn alchemy?" He looked as if he would pounce on the cauldron at any moment and snatch it away, not allowing Ji Mofan to touch it.
"Little master, believe me, you definitely have extraordinary talent in weapon crafting!" Little Frost Emperor cried out anxiously, his topknot swaying wildly. "Don't learn alchemy! No!"
Before Ji Mofan could speak, he suddenly felt the cauldron in his hand give a vague response.
Spiritual energy flowed through the surrounding patterns, creating shimmering paths of light.
“It seems to hold the exact opposite opinion to yours.” He looked at Shuanghuang.
"What does a broken alchemy cauldron know!" Shuanghuang jumped up and down in anger.
"What's so great about a weapon crafted by a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
"Don't be in such a hurry." Ji Mo Fan was getting a headache from his noise, so he grabbed his braid and forcibly silenced him. "I have a question for you."
“You know I have an ice spirit root,” he said, “but you don’t seem surprised at all that I’ve come into contact with alchemy or weapon crafting.”
"Why?"
No wonder Jimo Fan asked this question.
When he first heard Shuanghuang mention in the Misty Realm that he and Lu Tong had something in common, a sense of doubt arose in his heart.
Because, in general terms, the first lesson that cultivators who practice these two techniques must learn is how to control fire.
So let alone someone with an ice spiritual root like him, even those with water spiritual roots have rarely achieved anything significant in either of these fields and have left their mark on history.
But Shuanghuang wasn't bothered by this fundamental problem at all; he fast-forwarded directly to how to shift the focus from alchemy back to weapon crafting.
This is unusual.
"What's the point of asking why?" Shuanghuang put his hands in his pockets, and the little guy even struck a very profound pose with his arms crossed.
"Ice can ignite fire? I was created by my master using Ice Lotus Fire."
Ji Mo Fan was slightly taken aback.
He had vaguely heard of the name Ice Lotus Fire, but he always thought it was just something that existed only in legends.
After all, in most people's minds, fire must be hot.
But the Ice Lotus Fire is the complete opposite; it is cold.
The temperature is so low that it can cause severe frostbite to most objects, with an effect almost identical to burning.
Although the principles are completely opposite, they can lead to the same result through different paths.
"Does Master Lu have the ability to control the Ice Lotus Fire?" Ji Mo Fan asked.
Shuanghuang shook her head. "No, I am the Ice Lotus Flame itself. When my master uses it, I am the one who controls it."
Just like when she lit the fire at the edge of the forest, Shuanghuang raised her short little hand, snapped her fingers, and although the sound was not loud, the flames roared.
The blue light was bright, but it had no temperature whatsoever; in fact, it made people feel as if they would freeze if they got too close.
"This puppet body is the container that the master used to store the Ice Lotus Flame."
Even someone as knowledgeable as Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise at this moment.
He had never heard of such a crafted artifact before.
Lu Tong truly deserves to be called the strongest weapon-refining master in history.
"Does that mean as long as you're here, I can activate the Ice Lotus Fire Seed and refine pills with my Ice Spirit Root body?" Ji Mofan looked at the pill cauldron in his hand.
I inexplicably heard a joyful sound coming from it.
"No! I don't want to burn the medicinal herbs!" Shuanghuang was extremely unhappy. "They're all so bitter!"
"Good boy, as long as you agree to help me refine pills, I'll buy you some snacks and candied fruit, okay?" Ji Mofan's long-standing doubts were finally resolved, and he happily stuffed the pill cauldron back into his Qiankun bag, casually rubbing Shuanghuang's head.
"I am a puppet, I don't need to eat." Shuanghuang puffed up her cheeks and let him knead and flatten her.
Hmph, he doesn't like being patted on the head at all... I'm just giving this brat a little face.
“If you’re a puppet, then you don’t have a sense of taste.” Ji Mofan rubbed his hands together and withdrew them. “What are you talking about when you feel bitter when burning medicinal herbs?”
They're all just excuses.
Shuanghuang watched as Jimo Fan's figure gradually disappeared into the night, stomped her feet several times, and finally followed after him.
"I have conditions for using me in alchemy! You have to let me out and take me out to play! You can't always keep me stuffed in your Qiankun bag!"
"make a deal."
Although Ji Mofan was eager to try out the elixir cauldron that had offered itself up to him.
After all, his knowledge of alchemy in both his past and present lives was only theoretical; he never imagined that he, with his ice spiritual root, would one day have the opportunity to play with fire.
But at this moment, he has more pressing matters to address.
Qiu Guan City is, after all, the territory of Qianhe Tower. If he accidentally blows something up while refining pills, it would be bad if it attracted the attention of other cultivators in the city.
He hadn't forgotten that when he used to go to the Medical Peak of the Yuncang Sword Sect, he would often hear one or two explosions, and occasionally he would see Medical Peak disciples with their faces covered in furnace ash and their hair standing on end, dragging their alchemy cauldrons all the way to the waterfall behind the mountain to wash and clean themselves.
Even if Ji Mofan is confident in his talent, he cannot guarantee that he will be 100% certain about something he has never done before.
So he plans to wait until he has resolved this troublesome matter before trying it out in a place where he won't be easily disturbed.
Having promised Shuanghuang not to put him back into the Qiankun Bag, Jimo Fan had to lead a five- or six-year-old child on his way back.
When Ge Gen saw this, his eyes widened in surprise. "Master, are you like the other senior uncles and aunts in the sect, going to take in children with good aptitude to raise?"
Everyone in the Yuncang Sword Sect says that their senior brother never picks up children.
His past kindness could be described as having no bottom line, but even so, when faced with pitiful people he encountered during his training, he would always give them some silver and food, but he never took any money from the sect.
So Ge Gen used to think he must have some special qualities, since Ji Mo Fan kindly took him in after he had searched all the way from Chao Gui Village.
But now, looking at the little boy with pigtails clinging to Ji Mofan's clothes next to him, Ge Gen, at an age when he didn't even know how to spell the word "jealousy," felt jealousy for the first time.
"I found it outside the city." Ji Mofan did not explain the origin of Shuanghuang to Ge Gen.
If we were to talk about it, we'd have to start from his experiences in the Hidden Mist Realm, which would be too long and tedious. Right now, he has other things to do.
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